194 The Island of

detect in his eyes a resemblance to those
of a potato. He averted his glance quickly,
and planted his eyes in the furrows of the
sea.

There was a faint perfume of mingled
cookery in the air—that perfume which
makes one long to creep down into the
kitchen when cook is not looking, and dip
a great slice of bread into the dripping-pan.
Have you ever done this? If you have not,
try it! But mind the grease does not drip
on your new clothes, or cook will find it all
out—and then!

This perfume of cookery grew stronger
as the schooner progressed on her way. It
filled the whole air from horizon to horizon.
Among the scents, I could clearly distinguish
those of fried onions, hot cake, Irish stew,
herrings, pork chops, raspberry jam, and
sausages. I was beginning to get hungry ;
but since my indigestion consequent upon
eating the six castaways, I had not dared to
eat anything.

In the course of a few days we sighted an:
island with a volcano in the middle. From