More than a week elapsed before a boat appeared; but at length they were
awakened very early one morning by the high-pressure snorting of
the 'Esau Slodge;' named after one of the most remarkable men in the
country, who had been very eminent somewhere. Hurrying down to the
landing-place, they got it safe on board; and waiting anxiously to see
the boat depart, stopped up the gangway; an instance of neglect which
caused the 'Capting' of the Esau Slodge to 'wish he might be sifted fine
as flour, and whittled small as chips; that if they didn't come off that
there fixing right smart too, he'd spill 'em in the drink;' whereby the
Capting metaphorically said he'd throw them in the river.
They were not likely to receive an answer for eight or ten weeks at the
earliest. In the meantime they devoted such strength as they had to
the attempted improvement of their land; to clearing some of it, and
preparing it for useful purposes. Monstrously defective as their farming
was, still it was better than their neighbours'; for Mark had some
practical knowledge of such matters, and Martin learned of him; whereas
the other settlers who remained upon the putrid swamp (a mere handful,
and those withered by disease), appeared to have wandered there with
the idea that husbandry was the natural gift of all mankind.
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