Through Forest and Stream

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Forest and Stream, by George Manville Fenn

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Title: Through Forest and Stream The Quest of the Quetzal
Author: George Manville Fenn
Release Date: November 15, 2007 [EBook #23497]
Language: English
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Through Forest and Stream
or, The Quest of the Quetzal
by George Manville Fenn.
CHAPTER ONE.
WHY WE WERE THERE.
The captain of the steamer stopped by where I was watching the flying fish fizz out of the blue-ink-like water, skim along for some distance, and drop in again, often, I believe, to be snapped up by some bigger fish; and he gave me a poke in the shoulder with one finger, so hard, that it hurt.
"Yes?" I said, for he stood looking hard in my face, while I looked back harder in his, for it seemed such a peculiar way of addressing one, and his manner was more curious still.
He was naturally a smooth-faced man with a very browny-yellow skin, and he kept on passing the finger with which he had poked me over first one cheek and then over the other, just as if he were shaving himself without soap.
Then his speech seemed more peculiar than his manner, for he repeated my one word, only instead of pronouncing it yes, he turned it into yuss.
He looked so comic and puzzled that I smiled, and the smile became a laugh.
I was sorry directly after, because it seemed rude to one who had been very civil to me ever since we left Kingston Harbour.
"'Tain't nothing to laugh at, young feller," he said, frowning. "I've been talking to him yonder, and I can't make nothing of him. He's a re-lay-tive of yours, isn't he?"
"Yes; my uncle," I replied.
"Well, I'm afraid he don't know what he's cut out for himself, and I think I ought to tell you, so as you may talk to him and bring him to his senses."
"There's no need," I said, quickly.
"Oh, yes, there is, my lad. He don't know what he's got before him, and it's right that you should. He's going shooting, isn't he?"
"Yes."
"Nattralist?"
"Yes."
"Well, he don't know what the parts are like where he's going. Do you know what fevers is?"
"Oh, yes," I replied; "I've heard of them often."
"Well, the coast yonder's where they're made, my lad. Natur's got a big workshop all along there, and she makes yaller ones, and black ones; scarlet, too, I dessay, though I never see none there that colour."
"Uncle's a doctor," I said, "and he'll know all about that."
"But he's going, he tells me, to shoot birds in the forests and up the rivers, and means to skin 'em, and he won't do it."
"Why not?" I said.
"Why not? Because if the fevers don't stop you both, the Injuns will; and if they don't, you'll get your boat capsized in the rivers or along the coast, or you'll get lost in the woods and never be heerd of again."
"Uncle's an old, experienced traveller," I said, "and has been a great deal in South America."
"You warn't with him there, was you?"
"No," I said; "but I was with him in the East Indian Islands."
"Then you tell him to stop about the West Indy Islands. He may get some birds there, but he won't if he goes to the coast yonder. You tell him I say so."
"What's the use?" I said. "Uncle has made his plans."
"Oh, yes, and he thinks he's going to do wonders with that cranky cockboat."
He turned and nodded his head contemptuously at our good-sized boat lashed on the deck amidships.
"It was the best he could get in Port Royal Harbour," I said, "and all the better for being rather small."
"Why?" said the captain.
"Easier to manage. We can go up the rivers in her, or sail along the coast."
"You'll get snagged in the rivers, and pitched into the sea if you try to coast along. Oh, here he is!"
For at that moment Uncle Dick, looking particularly eager and inquiring, came up to where we stood.
"Well, captain," he said, "having a word with my nephew about our boat?"
"That's so, sir," was the reply, "and about that venture of yours. You take my advice, now, and just go from port to port with me, and you can buy all you want for a few dollars; and that'll be better than going up country and catching fevers. There's lots o' bird-skins to be bought."
Uncle Dick laughed good-humouredly.
"Why, captain," he said, "I might just as well have stopped in London and bought