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"
Yes
,
I
'll
eat
it
!
--
Now
,
then
,
my
bow
and
two
arrows
are
finished
;
so
,
if
you
're
ready
,
we
had
better
turn
in
.
"
By
this
time
Peterkin
had
thinned
down
his
spear
,
and
tied
an
iron
point
very
cleverly
to
the
end
of
it
;
I
had
formed
a
sling
,
the
lines
of
which
were
composed
of
thin
strips
of
the
cocoa-nut
cloth
,
plaited
;
and
Jack
had
made
a
stout
bow
,
nearly
five
feet
long
,
with
two
arrows
,
feathered
with
two
or
three
large
plumes
which
some
bird
had
dropped
.
They
had
no
barbs
;
but
Jack
said
that
if
arrows
were
well
feathered
they
did
not
require
iron
points
,
but
would
fly
quite
well
if
merely
sharpened
at
the
point
,
which
I
did
not
know
before
.
"
A
feathered
arrow
without
a
barb
,
"
said
he
,
"
is
a
good
weapon
,
but
a
barbed
arrow
without
feathers
is
utterly
useless
.
"
The
string
of
the
bow
was
formed
of
our
piece
of
whip-cord
,
part
of
which
,
as
he
did
not
like
to
cut
it
,
was
rolled
round
the
bow
.
Although
thus
prepared
for
a
start
on
the
morrow
we
thought
it
wise
to
exercise
ourselves
a
little
in
the
use
of
our
weapons
before
starting
,
so
we
spent
the
whole
of
the
next
day
in
practising
.
And
it
was
well
we
did
so
,
for
we
found
that
our
arms
were
very
imperfect
,
and
that
we
were
far
from
perfect
in
the
use
of
them
.
First
,
Jack
found
that
the
bow
was
much
too
strong
,
and
he
had
to
thin
it
.
Also
the
spear
was
much
too
heavy
,
and
so
had
to
be
reduced
in
thickness
,
although
nothing
would
induce
Peterkin
to
have
it
shortened
.
My
sling
answered
very
well
;
but
I
had
fallen
so
much
out
of
practice
that
my
first
stone
knocked
off
Peterkin
's
hat
,
and
narrowly
missed
making
a
second
Goliath
of
him
However
,
after
having
spent
the
whole
day
in
diligent
practice
,
we
began
to
find
some
of
our
former
expertness
returning
,
at
least
Jack
and
I
did
.
As
for
Peterkin
,
being
naturally
a
neat-handed
boy
,
he
soon
handled
his
spear
well
,
and
could
run
full
tilt
at
a
cocoa-nut
,
and
hit
it
with
great
precision
once
out
of
every
five
times
.
But
I
feel
satisfied
that
we
owed
much
of
our
rapid
success
to
the
unflagging
energy
of
Jack
,
who
insisted
that
since
we
had
made
him
captain
,
we
should
obey
him
;
and
he
kept
us
at
work
from
morning
till
night
,
perseveringly
,
at
the
same
thing
.
Peterkin
wished
very
much
to
run
about
and
stick
his
spear
into
everything
he
passed
;
but
Jack
put
up
a
cocoa-nut
,
and
would
not
let
him
leave
off
running
at
that
for
a
moment
except
when
he
wanted
to
rest
.
We
laughed
at
Jack
for
this
,
but
we
were
both
convinced
that
it
did
us
much
good
.
That
night
we
examined
and
repaired
our
arms
ere
we
lay
down
to
rest
,
although
we
were
much
fatigued
,
in
order
that
we
might
be
in
readiness
to
set
out
on
our
expedition
at
daylight
on
the
following
morning
.
Scarcely
had
the
sun
shot
its
first
ray
across
the
bosom
of
the
broad
Pacific
when
Jack
sprang
to
his
feet
,
and
hallooing
in
Peterkin
's
ear
to
awaken
him
,
ran
down
the
beach
to
take
his
customary
dip
in
the
sea
.
We
did
not
,
as
was
our
wont
,
bathe
that
morning
in
our
Water
Garden
,
but
in
order
to
save
time
,
refreshed
ourselves
in
the
shallow
water
just
opposite
the
bower
.
Our
breakfast
was
also
despatched
without
loss
of
time
,
and
in
less
than
an
hour
afterwards
all
our
preparations
for
the
journey
were
completed
.
In
addition
to
his
ordinary
dress
,
Jack
tied
a
belt
of
cocoa-nut
cloth
round
his
waist
,
into
which
he
thrust
the
axe
.
I
was
also
advised
to
put
on
a
belt
and
carry
a
short
cudgel
or
bludgeon
in
it
,
for
,
as
Jack
truly
remarked
,
the
sling
would
be
of
little
use
if
we
should
chance
to
come
to
close
quarters
with
any
wild
animal
.
As
for
Peterkin
,
notwithstanding
that
he
carried
such
a
long
and
,
I
must
add
,
frightful-looking
spear
over
his
shoulder
,
we
could
not
prevail
on
him
to
leave
his
club
behind
;
"
for
,
"
said
he
,
"
a
spear
at
close
quarters
is
not
worth
a
button
.
"
I
must
say
that
it
seemed
to
me
that
the
club
was
,
to
use
his
own
style
of
language
,
not
worth
a
button-hole
;
for
it
was
all
knotted
over
at
the
head
,
something
like
the
club
which
I
remember
to
have
observed
in
picture-books
of
Jack
the
Giant-killer
,
besides
being
so
heavy
that
he
required
to
grasp
it
with
both
hands
in
order
to
wield
it
at
all
.
However
,
he
took
it
with
him
,
and
in
this
manner
we
set
out
upon
our
travels
.
