Brownsmiths Boy - A Romance in a Garden - Page 199/241

I was in no wise unwilling, for it seemed very good fun, and going out I

climbed up through a narrow gully and into the fir-wood, where I soon

found a good armful of wood, carried it to the edge of the cliff, just

over the mouth of the hole, and went back and got another and another.

When I climbed down again I found Shock busy finishing his task, and as

I entered Juno was making a meal of the skin peppered with sand.

Shock came out after sticking his knife in the cliff wall for a peg on

which to hang the rabbit, and we soon put the wood inside the hole,

where, Shock being provided with matches, we soon had a fire burning,

and from the way in which it drew into the cave it seemed as if there

must be a hole somewhere, and this I found in the shape of a crack in

the roof, through which the smoke rose.

The novelty of the idea kept me from minding the smoke, and I entered

into the fun of keeping up the fire, feeding it with bits of wood, while

Shock skewered the rabbit on a neatly cut stick, and placed it where the

fire was clear of smoke, so that it soon began to hiss and assume a

pleasanter colour than the bluish-red that a skinned rabbit generally

wears.

The fire burned freely, and Shock lay down on his chest and kicked his

heels about after the fashion practised when he was on the top of the

market cart.

His face was a study, as he watched the progress of his cookery; while

Juno took the other side of the fire, couched, and watched the hissing

sputtering rabbit too, as if calculating how much she would get for her

share.

I looked at them for a few minutes, and then, finding the smoke rather

too much for me, not being such an enthusiast about cooking as Shock, I

began to explore the sand-cave, to find it ended about a dozen paces in

from the fire, and that there was nothing more to see, while the place

was very smoky and very hot.

"Here, come and watch the rabbud while I go and get some more wood,"

shouted Shock to me.

"No, thank you," I said. "You may watch the cooking. I'll get some

wood."

I hung my jacket on a stone that stuck out of the wall and went out for

the wood, glad to be away from the heat and smoke, and after climbing up

among the firs I collected and brought back a good faggot, with which

the fire was fed till Shock declared the rabbit done.

"Are you ready?" he said.

"Ready!" I replied, as I looked at the half-raw, half-burned delicacy.

"No: I don't want any, Shock. You may have it."