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Her
head
appeared
under
the
flap
of
the
sail
.
"
What
now
?
"
she
asked
sleepily
,
and
,
withal
,
curiously
.
"
Coffee
!
"
I
cried
.
"
What
do
you
say
to
a
cup
of
coffee
?
hot
coffee
?
piping
hot
?
"
"
My
!
"
she
murmured
,
"
you
startled
me
,
and
you
are
cruel
.
Here
I
have
been
composing
my
soul
to
do
without
it
,
and
here
you
are
vexing
me
with
your
vain
suggestions
.
"
"
Watch
me
,
"
I
said
.
From
under
clefts
among
the
rocks
I
gathered
a
few
dry
sticks
and
chips
.
These
I
whittled
into
shavings
or
split
into
kindling
.
From
my
note-book
I
tore
out
a
page
,
and
from
the
ammunition
box
took
a
shot-gun
shell
.
Removing
the
wads
from
the
latter
with
my
knife
,
I
emptied
the
powder
on
a
flat
rock
.
Next
I
pried
the
primer
,
or
cap
,
from
the
shell
,
and
laid
it
on
the
rock
,
in
the
midst
of
the
scattered
powder
.
All
was
ready
.
Maud
still
watched
from
the
tent
.
Holding
the
paper
in
my
left
hand
,
I
smashed
down
upon
the
cap
with
a
rock
held
in
my
right
.
There
was
a
puff
of
white
smoke
,
a
burst
of
flame
,
and
the
rough
edge
of
the
paper
was
alight
.
Maud
clapped
her
hands
gleefully
.
"
Prometheus
!
"
she
cried
.
But
I
was
too
occupied
to
acknowledge
her
delight
.
The
feeble
flame
must
be
cherished
tenderly
if
it
were
to
gather
strength
and
live
.
I
fed
it
,
shaving
by
shaving
,
and
sliver
by
sliver
,
till
at
last
it
was
snapping
and
crackling
as
it
laid
hold
of
the
smaller
chips
and
sticks
.
To
be
cast
away
on
an
island
had
not
entered
into
my
calculations
,
so
we
were
without
a
kettle
or
cooking
utensils
of
any
sort
;
but
I
made
shift
with
the
tin
used
for
bailing
the
boat
,
and
later
,
as
we
consumed
our
supply
of
canned
goods
,
we
accumulated
quite
an
imposing
array
of
cooking
vessels
.
I
boiled
the
water
,
but
it
was
Maud
who
made
the
coffee
.
And
how
good
it
was
!
My
contribution
was
canned
beef
fried
with
crumbled
sea-biscuit
and
water
.
The
breakfast
was
a
success
,
and
we
sat
about
the
fire
much
longer
than
enterprising
explorers
should
have
done
,
sipping
the
hot
black
coffee
and
talking
over
our
situation
.
I
was
confident
that
we
should
find
a
station
in
some
one
of
the
coves
,
for
I
knew
that
the
rookeries
of
Bering
Sea
were
thus
guarded
;
but
Maud
advanced
the
theory
--
to
prepare
me
for
disappointment
,
I
do
believe
,
if
disappointment
were
to
come
--
that
we
had
discovered
an
unknown
rookery
.
She
was
in
very
good
spirits
,
however
,
and
made
quite
merry
in
accepting
our
plight
as
a
grave
one
.
