CHAPTER XVIII.
Spring and its accompanying work—The mysterious guns—Who fired them—A storm—Fritz and I reconnoitre—The English brig—We visit her in the yacht—Captain Littlestone—We are cordially welcomed—Mr. Wolston and his family—An earnest consultation—Our visitors at Rockburg—The supper—Who is for Europe and who for New Switzerland?—The decision—Farewell.
Many wondrous tales were told or read in turn by the boys and Jenny during the long evenings as we sat drawing, weaving, and plaiting in our cosy study. In fact this winter was a truly happy time, and when at length the rain ceased and the bright sun again smiled upon the face of nature, we could scarcely believe, as we stepped forth and once more felt the balmy breath of spring, that, for so many weeks, we had been prisoners within our rocky walls.
All was once more activity and life; the duties in field, garden, and orchard called forth the energy of the lads, whilst their mother and sister found abundant occupation in the poultry-yard and house.
Our various settlements and stations required attention. Falconhurst, Woodlands, Prospect Hill, Shark and Whale Islands were in turn visited and set in order. The duty of attending to the island battery fell to Jack and Franz.
They had been busy all day repairing the flag-staff, rehoisting the flag, and cleaning and putting into working order the two guns.
Evening was drawing on and our day's work over; the rest of
