. St. Nicholas [serial]. tropical fruits ripen with incrediblerapidity, as though to fall into his open mouth as hesnores away two-thirds of his indolent life in a grasshammock. With the exception of the three hurri-cane months, as they are called,—which periods ofwind and rain afford an excuse for an additionalamount of sleep,—the climate of Rondia is that ofa perpetual summer. The harbor itself, from its nearness to the sea andgreat depth, abounds with fish and turtle. HereBoy Jack saw for the first time the cardinal-huedsnapper and crimson mullet, the chameleon-like dolphin, the slender pip
. St. Nicholas [serial]. tropical fruits ripen with incrediblerapidity, as though to fall into his open mouth as hesnores away two-thirds of his indolent life in a grasshammock. With the exception of the three hurri-cane months, as they are called,—which periods ofwind and rain afford an excuse for an additionalamount of sleep,—the climate of Rondia is that ofa perpetual summer. The harbor itself, from its nearness to the sea andgreat depth, abounds with fish and turtle. HereBoy Jack saw for the first time the cardinal-huedsnapper and crimson mullet, the chameleon-like dolphin, the slender pipe-fish, parrot-fishes,gorgeous in- plate armor of red and green, andoccasionally the rainbow-tinted angel-fish of theBermudas. Now Boy Jack called to mind how often, in hisschool days, he had dreamed of the happiness whicha perpetual holiday in some such climate as this—aholiday unbroken by the slightest semblance of dutyor task—would afford him. But he found that,after a week of this very easy way of living, it. A BARREN ROCK WITH SEA-GULLS SWOOPING ABOUT began to grow too tiresome. He had made the ac-quaintance of every male inhabitant of Rondia,from old Manuel, the Spaniard, popularly believedto have been a pirate, to Jocopo, a peculiarly viciousmonkey belonging to Father Francis. MammaMoyo, an Obi woman, or witch, had given him acharm to insure him riches and long life. He hadvisited the ruined stone lookout where La Fitte, the freebooter, watched the sails in the offing; for,many years before, Rondia was a famed trysting-place for the pirates which infested the Caribbeansea. He had been out to the wreck of a Spanishman-of-war, where at low tide the whitening bonesof her ill-fated crew can be seen among the rustycannon on the bottom. His appetite was sated withfruit, and he loathed the odor of garlic. Rest you easy, my son, said Father Francis,who took a secret pride in his English; sposeyou sall here for always to stay, the peoples haveto me told that they you will
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