A WONDERFUL EXPERIENCE
CHAPTER 3
They had early breakfasts at Trot's house, because they all went to
bed early, and it is possible to sleep only a certain number of
hours if one is healthy in body and mind. And right after breakfast
Trot claimed Button-Bright's promise to take her to town with the
Magic Umbrella.
"Any time suits me," said the boy. He had taken his precious
umbrella to bed with him and even carried it to the breakfast table,
where he stood it between his knees as he ate; so now he held it
close to him and said he was ready to fly at a moment's notice. This
confidence impressed Cap'n Bill, who said with a sigh:
"Well, if you MUST go, Trot, I've pervided a machine that'll carry
you both comf'table. I'm summat of an inventor myself, though there
ain't any magic about me."
Then he brought from the shed the contrivance he had made the night
before. It was merely a swing seat. He had taken a wide board that
was just long enough for both the boy and girl to sit upon, and had
bored six holes in it, two holes at each end and two in the middle.
Through these holes he had run stout ropes in such a way that the
seat could not turn and the occupants could hold on to the ropes on
either side of them. The ropes were all knotted together at the top,
where there was a loop that could be hooked upon the crooked handle
of the umbrella.
Button-Bright and Trot both thought Cap'n Bill's invention very
clever. The sailor placed the board upon the ground while they sat
in their places, Button-Bright at the right of Trot, and then the
boy hooked the rope loop to the handle of the umbrella, which he
spread wide open. "I want to go to the town over yonder," he said,
pointing with his finger to the roofs of the houses that showed
around the bend in the cliff.
At once the umbrella rose into the air, slowly at first, but quickly
gathering speed. Trot and Button-Bright held fast to the ropes and
were carried along very easily and comfortably. It seemed scarcely a
minute before they were in the town, and when the umbrella set them
down just in front of the store--for it seemed to know just where
they wanted to go--a wondering crowd gathered around them. Trot ran
in and changed the yarn, while Button-Bright stayed outside and
stared at the people who stared at him. They asked questions, too,
wanting to know what sort of an aeroplane this was and where his
power was stored and lots of other things, but the boy answered not
a sound. When the little girl came back and took her seat,
Button-Bright said, "I want to go to Trot's house."
The simple villagers could not understand how the umbrella suddenly
lifted the two children into the air and carried them away. They had
read of airships, but here was something wholly beyond their
comprehension.
Cap'n Bill had stood in front of the house, watching with a feeling
akin to bewilderment the flight of the Magic Umbrella. He could
follow its course until it descended in the village, and he was so
amazed and absorbed that his pipe went out. He had not moved from
his position when the umbrella started back. The sailor's big blue
eyes watched it draw near and settle down with its passengers upon
just the spot it had started from.
Trot was joyous and greatly excited. "Oh, Cap'n, it's gal-lor-ious!"
she cried in ecstasy. "It beats ridin' in a boat or--or--in anything
else. You feel so light an' free an'--an'--glad! I'm sorry the trip
didn't last longer, though. Only trouble is, you go too fast."
Button-Bright was smiling contentedly. He had proved to both Trot
and Cap'n Bill that he had told the truth about the Magic Umbrella,
however marvelous his tale had seemed to them. "I'll take you on
another trip, if you like," said he. "I'm in no hurry to go home,
and if you will let me stay with you another day, we can make two or
three little trips with the family luck."
"You mus' stay a whole week," said Trot decidedly. "An' you mus'
take Cap'n Bill for an air-ride, too."
"Oh, Trot! I dunno as I'd like it," protested Cap'n Bill nervously.
"Yes you would. You're sure to like it."
"I guess I'm too heavy."
"I'm sure the umbrella could carry twenty people if they could be
fastened to the handle," said Button-Bright.
"Solid land's pretty good to hold on to," decided Cap'n Bill. "A
rope might break, you know."
"Oh, Cap'n Bill! You're scared stiff," said Trot.
"I ain't, mate. It ain't that at all. But I don't see that human
critters has any call to fly in the air, anyhow. The air were made
for the birds, an'--an' muskeeters, an'--"
"An' flyin'-fishes," added Trot. "I know all that, Cap'n, but why
wasn't it made for humans, too, if they can manage to fly in it? We
breathe the air, an' we can breathe it high up, just as well as down
on the earth."
"Seein' as you like it so much, Trot, it would be cruel for me to go
with Butt'n-Bright an' leave you at home," said the sailor. "When I
were younger--which is ancient history--an' afore I had a wooden
leg, I could climb a ship's ropes with the best of 'em, an' walk out
on a boom or stand atop a mast. So you know very well I ain't
skeered about the highupness."
"Why can't we all go together?" asked the boy. "Make another seat,
Cap'n, and swing it right under ours. Then we can all three ride
anywhere we want to go."
"Yes, do!" exclaimed Trot. "And see here, Cap'n, let's take a day
off and have a picnic. Mother is a little cross today, and she wants
to finish knitting your new stockin', so I guess she'll be glad to
get rid of us."
"Where'll we go?" he asked, shifting on his wooden leg uneasily.
"Anywhere. I don't care. There'll be the air-ride there an' the
air-ride back, an' that's the main thing with ME. If you say we'll
go, Cap'n, I'll run in an' pack a basket of lunch."
"How'll we carry it?"
"Swing it to the bottom of your seat."
The old sailor stood silent a moment. He really longed to take the
air-ride but was fearful of danger. However, Trot had gone safely to
town and back and had greatly enjoyed the experience. "All right,"
he said. "I'll risk it, mate, although I guess I'm an old fool for
temptin' fate by tryin' to make a bird o' myself. Get the lunch,
Trot, if your mother'll let you have it, and I'll rig up the seat."
He went into the shed and Trot went to her mother. Mrs. Griffith,
busy with her work, knew nothing of what was going on in regard to
the flight of the Magic Umbrella. She never objected when Trot
wanted to go away with Cap'n Bill for a day's picnicking. She knew
the child was perfectly safe with the old sailor, who cared for Trot
even better than her mother would have done. If she had asked any
questions today and had found out they intended to fly in the air,
she might have seriously objected, but Mrs. Griffith had her mind on
other things and merely told the girl to take what she wanted from
the cupboard and not bother her. So Trot, remembering that
Button-Bright would be with them and had proved himself to be a
hearty eater, loaded the basket with all the good things she could
find.
By the time she came out, lugging the basket with both hands, Cap'n
Bill appeared with the new seat he had made for his own use, which
he attached by means of ropes to the double seat of the boy and
girl. "Now then, where'll we go?" asked Trot.
"Anywhere suits me," replied Cap'n Bill. They had walked to the high
bluff overlooking the sea, where a gigantic acacia tree stood on the
very edge. A seat had been built around the trunk of the tree, for
this was a favorite spot for Trot and Cap'n Bill to sit and talk and
watch the fleet of fishing boats sail to and from the village. When
they came to this tree, Trot was still trying to think of the most
pleasant place to picnic. She and Cap'n Bill had been every place
that was desirable and nearby, but today they didn't want a nearby
spot. They must decide upon one far enough away to afford them a
fine trip through the air. Looking far out over the Pacific, the
girl's eyes fell upon a dim island lying on the horizon line just
where the sky and water seemed to meet, and the sight gave her an
idea.
"Oh, Cap'n Bill!" she exclaimed. "Let's go to that island for our
picnic. We've never been there yet, you know."
The sailor shook his head. "It's a good many miles away, Trot," he
said, "further than it looks to be from here."
"That won't matter," remarked Button-Bright. "The umbrella will
carry us there in no time."
"Let's go!" repeated Trot. "We'll never have another such chance,
Cap'n. It's too far to sail or row, and I've always wanted to visit
that island."
"What's the name of it?" inquired Button-Bright while the sailor
hesitated to decide.
"Oh, it's got an awful hard name to pernounce," replied the girl,
"so Cap'n Bill and I jus' call it 'Sky Island' 'cause it looks as if
it was half in the sky. We've been told it's a very pretty island,
and a few people live there and keep cows and goats and fish for a
living. There are woods and pastures and springs of clear water, and
I'm sure we would find it a fine place for a picnic."
"If anything happened on the way," observed Cap'n Bill, "we'd drop
in the water."
"Of course," said Trot, "and if anything happened while we were
flyin' over the land, we'd drop there. But nothing's goin' to
happen, Cap'n. Didn't Button-Bright come safe all the way from
Philydelfy?"
"I think I'd like to go to Sky Island," said the boy. "I've always
flown above the land so far, and it will be something new to fly
over the ocean."
"All right, I'm agree'ble," decided Cap'n Bill. "But afore we starts
on such a long journey, s'pose we make a little trial trip along the
coast. I want to see if the new seat fits me an' make certain the
umbrel will carry all three of us."
"Very well," said Button-Bright. "Where shall we go?"
"Let's go as far as Smuggler's Cove an' then turn 'round an' come
back. If all's right an' shipshape, then we can start for the
island."
They put the broad double seat on the ground, and then the boy and
girl sat in their places and Button-Bright spread open the Magic
Umbrella. Cap'n Bill sat in his seat just in front of them, all
being upon the ground.
"Don't we look funny?" said Trot with a chuckle of glee. "But hold
fast the ropes, Cap'n, an' take care of your wooden leg."
Button-Bright addressed the umbrella, speaking to it very
respectfully, for it was a thing to inspire awe. "I want to go as
far as Smuggler's Cove and then turn around in the air and come back
here," he said. At once the umbrella rose into the air, lifting
after it first the seat in which the children sat, and then Cap'n
Bill's seat.
"Don't kick your heels, Trot!" cried the sailor in a voice that
proved he was excited by his novel experience. "You might bump me in
the nose."
"All right," she called back. "I'll be careful."
It was really a wonderful, exhilarating ride, and Cap'n Bill wasn't
long making up his mind he liked the sensation. When about fifty
feet above the ground the umbrella began moving along the coast
toward Smuggler's Cove, which it soon reached. Looking downward,
Cap'n Bill suddenly exclaimed, "Why, there' a boat cast loose, an'
it's goin' to smash on the rocks. Hold on a minute, Butt'n-Bright,
till we can land an' drag it ashore."
"Hold on a minute, Umbrella!" cried the boy. But the Magic Umbrella
kept steadily upon its way. It made a circle over the Cove and then
started straight back the way it had come. "It's no use, sir," said
Button-Bright to the sailor. "If I once tell it to go to a certain
place, the umbrella will go there, and nowhere else. I've found that
out before this. You simply CAN'T stop it."
"Won't let you change your mind, eh?" replied Cap'n Bill. "Well,
that has its advantidges, an' its disadvantiges. If your ol' umbrel
hadn't been so obstinate, we could have saved that boat."
"Never mind," said Trot briskly, "here we are safe back again.
Wasn't it jus' the--the fascinatingest ride you ever took, Cap'n?"
"It's pretty good fun," admitted Cap'n Bill. "Beats them aeroplanes
an' things all holler, 'cause it don't need any regulatin.'"
"If we're going to that island, we may as well start right away,"
said Button-Bright when they had safely landed.
"All right. I'll tie on the lunch-basket," answered the sailor. He
fastened it so it would swing underneath his own seat, and they all
took their places again.
"Ready?" asked the boy.
"Let 'er go, my lad."
"I want to go to Sky Island," said Button-Bright to the umbrella,
using the name Trot had given him. The umbrella started promptly. It
rose higher than before, carrying the three voyagers with it, and
then started straight away over the ocean.
