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Wefoundthewoodsatthefeetofthehillsthickandtanglyandsomewhathardtogetthrough.
OnPolynesia'sadvice,wekeptawayfromallpathsandtrails,feelingitbesttoavoidmeetinganyIndiansforthepresent.
ButsheandChee-Cheeweregoodguidesandsplendidjungle-hunters;andthetwoofthemsettoworkatoncelookingforfoodforus.
Inaveryshortspaceoftimetheyhadfoundquiteanumberofdifferentfruitsandnutswhichmadeexcellenteating,thoughnoneofusknewthenamesofanyofthem.
Wediscoveredanicecleanstreamofgoodwaterwhichcamedownfromthemountains;soweweresuppliedwithsomethingtodrinkaswell.
Wefollowedthestreamuptowardstheheights.
Andpresentlywecametopartswherethewoodswerethinnerandthegroundrockyandsteep.
Herewecouldgetglimpsesofwonderfulviewsallovertheisland,withtheblueseabeyond.
WhilewewereadmiringoneofthesetheDoctorsuddenlysaid,"Sh!AJabizri!Don'tyouhearit?"
Welistenedandheard,somewhereintheairaboutus,anextraordinarilymusicalhum-likeabee,butnotjustonenote.Thishumroseandfell,upanddownalmostlikesomeonesinging.
"NootherinsectbuttheJabizribeetlehumslikethat,"saidtheDoctor.
"Iwonderwhereheisquitenear,bythesoundflyingamongthetreesprobably.Oh,ifIonlyhadmybutterfly-net!
Whydidn'tIthinktostrapthataroundmywaisttoo.
Confoundthestorm:ImaymissthechanceofalifetimenowofgettingtherarestbeetleintheworldOhlook!Therehegoes!"
Ahugebeetle,easilythreeincheslongIshouldsay,suddenlyflewbyournoses.TheDoctorgotfrightfullyexcited.
Hetookoffhishattouseasanet,swoopedatthebeetleandcaughtit.
Henearlyfelldownaprecipiceontotherocksbelowinhiswildhurry,butthatdidn'tbotherhimintheleast.
Hekneltdown,chortling,uponthegroundwiththeJabizrisafeunderhishat.
Fromhispockethebroughtoutaglass-toppedbox,andintothisheveryskillfullymadethebeetlewalkfromundertherimofthehat.
Thenheroseup,happyasachild,toexaminehisnewtreasurethroughtheglasslid.
Itcertainlywasamostbeautifulinsect.Itwaspaleblueunderneath;butitsbackwasglossyblackwithhugeredspotsonit.
"Thereisn'tanentymologistinthewholeworldwhowouldn'tgiveallhehastobeinmyshoesto-day,"saidtheDoctor"Hulloa!
ThisJabizri'sgotsomethingonhislegDoesn'tlooklikemud.Iwonderwhatitis."
Hetookthebeetlecarefullyoutoftheboxandhelditbyitsbackinhisfingers,whereitwaveditssixlegsslowlyintheair.Weallcrowdedabouthimpeeringatit.
Rolledaroundthemiddlesectionofitsrightforelegwassomethingthatlookedlikeathindriedleaf.
Itwasboundonveryneatlywithstrongspider-web.
ItwasmarveloustoseehowJohnDolittlewithhisfatheavyfingersundidthatcobwebcordandunrolledtheleaf,whole,withouttearingitorhurtingthepreciousbeetle.TheJabizriheputbackintothebox.
Thenhespreadtheleafoutflatandexaminedit.
Youcanimagineoursurprisewhenwefoundthattheinsideoftheleafwascoveredwithsignsandpictures,drawnsotinythatyoualmostneededamagnifying-glasstotellwhattheywere.
Someofthesignswecouldn'tmakeoutatall;butnearlyallofthepictureswerequiteplain,figuresofmenandmountainsmostly.
Thewholewasdoneinacurioussortofbrownink.
Forseveralmomentstherewasadeadsilencewhileweallstaredattheleaf,fascinatedandmystified.
"Ithinkthisiswritteninblood,"saidtheDoctoratlast."Itturnsthatcolorwhenit'sdry.
Somebodyprickedhisfingertomakethesepictures.
It'sanolddodgewhenyou'reshortofinkbuthighlyunsanitaryWhatanextraordinarythingtofindtiedtoabeetle'sleg!
IwishIcouldtalkbeetlelanguage,andfindoutwheretheJabizrigotitfrom."
"Butwhatisit?"Iasked"Rowsoflittlepicturesandsigns.Whatdoyoumakeofit,Doctor?"
"It'saletter,"hesaid"apictureletter.
AlltheselittlethingsputtogethermeanamessageButwhygiveamessagetoabeetletocarryandtoaJabizri,therarestbeetleintheworld?Whatanextraordinarything!"
Thenhefelltomutteringoverthepictures.
"Iwonderwhatitmeans:menwalkingupamountain;menwalkingintoaholeinamountain;amountainfallingdownit'sagooddrawing,that;menpointingtotheiropenmouths;barsprison-bars,perhaps;menpraying;menlyingdowntheylookasthoughtheymightbesick;andlastofall,justamountainapeculiar-shapedmountain."
AllofasuddentheDoctorlookedupsharplyatme,awonderfulsmileofdelightedunderstandingspreadingoverhisface.
"LONGARROW!"hecried,"don'tyousee,Stubbins?Why,ofcourse!
Onlyanaturalistwouldthinkofdoingathinglikethis:givinghislettertoabeetlenottoacommonbeetle,buttotherarestofall,onethatothernaturalistswouldtrytocatchWell,well!LongArrow!Apicture-letterfromLongArrow.
Forpicturesaretheonlywritingthatheknows."
"Yes,butwhoistheletterto?"Iasked.
"It'stomeverylikely.Mirandahadtoldhim,Iknow,yearsago,thatsomedayImeanttocomehere.
Butifnotforme,thenit'sforanyonewhocaughtthebeetleandreadit.It'salettertotheworld."
"Well,butwhatdoesitsay?Itdoesn'tseemtomethatit'smuchgoodtoyounowyou'vegotit."
"Yes,itis,"hesaid,"because,look,Icanreaditnow.
Firstpicture:menwalkingupamountainthat'sLongArrowandhisparty;mengoingintoaholeinamountaintheyenteracavelookingformedicine-plantsormosses;amountainfallingdownsomehangingrocksmusthaveslippedandtrappedthem,imprisonedtheminthecave.
Andthiswastheonlylivingcreaturethatcouldcarryamessageforthemtotheoutsideworldabeetle,whocouldBURROWhiswayintotheopenair.
Ofcourseitwasonlyaslimchancethatthebeetlewouldbeevercaughtandtheletterread.
Butitwasachance;andwhenmenareingreatdangertheygrabatanystrawofhope....Allright.
Nowlookatthenextpicture:menpointingtotheiropenmouthstheyarehungry;menprayingbegginganyonewhofindsthislettertocometotheirassistance;menlyingdowntheyaresick,orstarving.
Thisletter,Stubbins,istheirlastcryforhelp."
Hesprangtohisfeetasheended,snatchedoutanote-bookandputtheletterbetweentheleaves.Hishandsweretremblingwithhasteandagitation.
"Comeon!"hecried"upthemountainallofyou.There'snotamomenttolose.
Bumpo,bringthewaterandnutswithyou.
Heavenonlyknowshowlongthey'vebeenpiningunderground.
Let'shopeandpraywe'renottoolate!"
"Butwhereareyougoingtolook?"Iasked."Mirandasaidtheislandwasahundredmileslongandthemountainsseemtorunallthewaydownthecentreofit."
"Didn'tyouseethelastpicture?"hesaid,grabbinguphishatfromthegroundandcrammingitonhishead.
"Itwasanoddlyshapedmountainlookedlikeahawk'shead.
Well,there'swhereheisifhe'sstillalive.
Firstthingforustodo,istogetuponahighpeakandlookaroundtheislandforamountainshapedlikeahawks'headjusttothinkofit!
There'sachanceofmymeetingLongArrow,thesonofGoldenArrow,afterall!Comeon!Hurry!
Todelaymaymeandeathtothegreatestnaturalisteverborn!"
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