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CHAPTER XIV


THE CABIN OF THE "FLYING SCUD"
THE sun of the morrow had not cleared the morning bank:
the lake of the lagoon, the islets, and the wall of
breakers now beginning to subside, still lay clearly
pictured in the flushed obscurity of early day, when we
stepped again upon the deck of the FLYING SCUD:
Nares, myself, the mate, two of the hands, and one
dozen bright, virgin axes, in war against that massive
structure. I think we all drew pleasurable breath; so
profound in man is the instinct of destruction, so
engaging is the interest of the chase. For we were now
about to taste, in a supreme degree, the double joys of
demolishing a toy and playing "Hide the handkerchief"--
sports from which we had all perhaps desisted since the
days of infancy. And the toy we were to burst in
pieces was a deep-sea ship; and the hidden good for
which we were to hunt was a prodigious fortune.
The decks were washed down, the main hatch removed, and
a gun-tackle purchase rigged before the boat arrived
with breakfast.


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