. Les aventures de Peter Peterkin . OW colline de la roche étincelante, où les fleurs violettes clung et les vignes à feuilles d'orange étaient twicklunes. Terre ! Cria Peterkin en rapide. Atterrir enfin ! Bien sûr, le bateau de citrouille a fait un dernier saut dans le fil du surf et est tombé sur quelque chose ferme et en train de râper. C'était sûr sur les sables de la rive. Dans un doux Peterkin avait raflé son échelle et lâchonné de l'autre côté. Puis, il monta, monta rapidement à travers le bord mousseux de la spume et se rendit sur la plage. Avant de faire une autre chose, il dansait un jig, qui était la manière de Peterkins de montrer à quel point il est heureux et heureux
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. The adventures of Peter Peterkin . ow hill of glistening rock, where purple flowers clung andorange-leaved vines were twining. Land! cried Peterkin in rapture. Land at last! Sure enough, the pumpkin boat gave a last leap in theswirl of the surf and came down on something firm andgrating. It was safe on the sands of the shore. In a jiffy Peterkin had hauled up his ladder and let itdown on the other side. Then down he climbed, wadedswiftly through the foamy edge of spume and dashed up onthe beach. Before he did another thing, he danced a jig—which was Peterkins way of showing how happy and thank-ful he was. So you may be sure it was a very merry jig hedanced! Then he went wisely back and pushed and pulled at hisPumperkin until it was high and dry upon the shore. Nexthe lifted his cold stove out and set it in a dark little cave of PETERKINS APPETITE 27 the rocks, where the rain might never find it in stormyweather. But a lot of good my stove will be to me if I cannot findsomething to cook on it! thought hungry Peterkin.. So he searched the length of yellow sand. But he foundnothing there excepting a few empty shells, pink and gray, like the glow of a pearl. He searched the mosses under thepalm trees—but only a few nuts had fallen from the tuftsoverhead, and these were so hard and so bitter that the taste 28 THE ADVENTURES OF PETERKIN of them puckered up his face with sour twists. He climbedthe hill of glistening stone until he could see from its sum-mit the tops of thousands and thousands more of just suchtrees—like so many green and waving feather dusters—awhole forestful, swaying to the horizons boundary. And there at last, on the tip top of the rocks, he seizedupon a handful of the purple flowers and another of the or-ange-leaved vine. If nothing else, he planned, I shall make a dainty saladof flower and leaf and eat it from a plate of pearly sea-shell. But alas I he was still to learn the evil of plucking strangethings for salads I
