<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_X" id="CHAPTER_X"></SPAN>CHAPTER X</h2>
<h3>CAPTAIN HIGGINSON AND THE SPANISH MAIN</h3>
<p>The Churchwarden, having put back into his
pocket the bottle of Odour of Sanctity, folded
his hands across his fat stomach and began
again:</p>
<p>"As I was saying——"</p>
<p>"Never mind that," said Toby. "Tell us what we
had better do."</p>
<p>"Well, as I was saying," went on the Churchwarden,
paying no attention to Toby, "the best idea that occurs
to me, after thinking it over considerable, is that—But
I ain't saying there's none better, and I don't lay
claim to being any wiser than—Anyway, it seems to
me we ought to——"</p>
<p>"Just listen to this!" broke in Aunt Amanda. She
had been studying the map all this time, and she was
holding it in her hands. She was much excited. "I've
just made out all this handwriting at the bottom of
the map, and I'll read it to you. Do you want to hear
it?" Her voice shook and her hands trembled. Everybody
except the Churchwarden begged her to go on.
"Oh! do you think it could be true? If it only could!
Oh, if it <i>could</i> only be true!"</p>
<p>"Maybe if you'd read it, Aunt Amanda——" said
Toby.</p>
<p>"Yes, yes, I will," said she, all of a twitter. "I'll
read it. Don't hurry me. This is what it says. If it
could only be true! 'Correction Island: By dead Reckoning,
latitude 12° 32' 14" N., longitude 61° 45' 13"<!-- Page 70 --><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</SPAN></span>
W.,' whatever that means. But I'll read it to you just
as it's written. It's a queer kind of language—Anyway,
this is what it says:</p>
<p>"'Lately discovered by me, Reuben Higginson,
Master Mariner, Brig Cotton Mather: New Bedford.</p>
<p>"'Notify Elizabeth Higginson, Spinster: or Else
the acknowledged Elder of the Society of Friends:
New Bedford.</p>
<p>"'Now off course in heavy gale on return Voyage
to fetch my Sister aforesaid to Correction Island with
as Many others as are Minded to come.</p>
<p>"'Leaking badly below line: pumps Given over:
Water mounting in hold: decks Awash: Both masts
gone By the board: whale-oil, no use: Down with all
hands in another Hour.</p>
<p>"'This Map shall be cast Overboard in a stout Bottel
as we go down, with a Paper of directions how to
Gain correction in the Island.'"</p>
<p>"Where's the paper of directions?" said Toby.</p>
<p>"It ain't here," said Aunt Amanda. "I suppose
Captain Higginson lost it, or else he didn't have time
to put it in the bottle. Anyway, this is what the writing
on the map says:</p>
<p>"'Let him that Finds the Bottel remember these
Mariners: Also, let him take heed to Search out the
Island diligently.</p>
<p>"'For this Island'—Listen to what it says now,"
said Aunt Amanda, trembling with excitement. "Oh,
do you suppose it could really be true? And yet this
Reuben Higginson was a good Quaker captain, I'm
sure, and I don't believe he would say what wasn't
true, and especially when he was on his way home to
get his own sister——"</p>
<p>"Why don't you read it, instead of talking about
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<p>"I would, if you'd let me," said Aunt Amanda.
"Here's what it says:</p>
<p>"'For this Island is Refuge to such as be afflicted:
And in this Island shall be Corrected'—oh! listen to
this! I wouldn't believe it from anybody but Reuben
Higginson—'shall be Corrected whatever Errors, Disappointments,
Miscarriages, Faylures, Preventions,
and the like, this mortal Life may have afflicted Any
withal: Wherefore I have called it Correction Island.</p>
<p>"'There be Perils enough in coming at Compleat
Correction: But let Courage halt not By the way, so
shall he Arrive presently.</p>
<p>"'If any be Crooked'—this is the part! it's too wonderful!
but Captain Higginson wouldn't have said it,
when he was so near going down with his ship, and
especially on his way home to get his own sister——"</p>
<p>"Me dear lydy," said Mr. Punch, "<i>hif</i> you would
be so wery kind as to——"</p>
<p>"Yes, yes; give me time. I declare you make me
so nervous—Now just listen to this, every one of you,
and don't speak:</p>
<p>"'If any be Crooked, he shall there be made
Straight.'"</p>
<p>She paused, and looked hard at Toby. Mr. Punch
started at the same time, and he and Toby looked hard
at each other.</p>
<p>"'If any be Blind, he shall see: If any Dumb, he
shall speak.'"</p>
<p>At the word "dumb," Mr. Hanlon, whose elbow
was resting on the table, jumped so violently that he
knocked the Album onto the floor. Aunt Amanda
nodded her head to him, and all the others stared at
him.</p>
<p>"'If any be Old, he shall be Young again: If any
Fat, he shall be as Lean as he will.'"<!-- Page 72 --><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>At the word "fat", the Churchwarden gave a questioning
grunt, and settled down deeper in his chair.</p>
<p>"'If any be Poor, whether in Purse or in Mind, he
shall seek Alms no longer.'"</p>
<p>The Old Codger with the Wooden Leg, who had
been resting his wooden leg on the chair opposite,
dropped it to the floor and sat up very straight. Toby,
who was standing beside him, clapped him heartily on
the shoulder.</p>
<p>"'If any be Mean, or Cunning, or Despiteful, he
shall be given a new heart.'"</p>
<p>Aunt Amanda looked directly at the Sly Old Codger,
who was sitting smiling, with his tall silk hat on his
knees; and everyone else in the room, except Mr. Hanlon,
looked very intently at him. He noticed it, and
glanced around inquiringly, smiling more benevolently
than ever.</p>
<p>"How beautiful that would be," he said. "How
beautiful! If some of my dear, dear friends could only
have a new heart,—how beautiful!"</p>
<p>"Don't interrupt," said Aunt Amanda. "Freddie,
listen to this:</p>
<p>"'If any be Little in stature, against his desire, he
shall be Great.'"</p>
<p>Freddie opened his eyes very wide. Would it be
possible to be big at once, without waiting all that long
dreary time? How glorious that would be!</p>
<p>"But this," said Aunt Amanda, "this is the last and
the best. I don't know—whether I can—read it
right—" her voice broke, and she blew her nose and
cleared her throat—"but I will try. Oh! do you suppose
it <i>could</i> be true? Would a good Quaker captain,
with a sister in New Bedford, say it if it wasn't true?
With the sea raging and both masts gone, and the
ship filling up with water, and——"<!-- Page 73 --><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Aunt Amanda," said Toby, "if you don't read the
rest of it this minute——"</p>
<p>"Ah, yes, Toby, I will," said Aunt Amanda. "It
must be true, or a good man like that wouldn't have
said it. This is the last part, and the best:</p>
<p>"'If any be Prevented unjustly of Beauty or of
Children or of Love or of Other like desires, there
shall be found for him of these a great Store: So that
there shall be an End of repining, and none in that
Place shall say, Thus and thus might I have been also,
had I been but justly entreated.</p>
<p>"'And so I commit my Body to the sea, and my
soul to——'"</p>
<p>"Go on! go on!" cried the company—excepting, of
course, Mr. Hanlon.</p>
<p>Aunt Amanda blew her nose again, and laid down
the map on the table. "That's all," she said. "I
suppose he didn't have time to finish it."</p>
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