CHAPTER NINE.
UNCLE DICK'S BOXES.
"I'm afraid we've made your aunt very cross, Nat, my boy," said UncleJoe, rubbing his hands softly, and looking perplexed and troubled. "Doyou think, Nat, that I have been leading you wrong?"
"I hope not, uncle," I said, "and I don't think so, for it has been verynice out here in the toolshed, and we have enjoyed ourselves so."
"Yes, my boy, we have, very much, indeed, but I'm afraid your aunt neverforgave us for not putting Humpty Dumpty together again."
"But, uncle," I said, "isn't it unreasonable of Aunt Sophia to expect usto do what all the king's horses and all the king's men could not do?"
He looked at me for a few minutes without speaking, and then he began tosmile very slightly, then a little more and a little more, till, insteadof looking dreadfully serious, his face was as happy as it could be.Then he began to laugh very heartily, and I laughed too, till the tearswere in our eyes.
"Of--of course it was, Nat," he cried, chuckling and coughing together."We couldn't do what all the king's horses and all the king's men didn'tmanage, Nat, and--yes, my dear, we're coming."
Uncle Joe jumped up and went out of the tool-house, for my aunt's voicecould be heard telling us to come in.
"Hush!" he whispered, with a finger on his lips. "Make haste in, Nat,and run up to your room and wash your hands."
I followed him in, and somehow, whenever Doctor Burnett was in the room,my aunt did not seem so cross, especially as her brother took a gooddeal of notice of me, and kept on asking me questions.
I soon found, to my great delight, that he was going to stay with ustill he started for Singapore, a place whose name somehow set methinking about Chinese people and Indian rajahs, but that was all; therest was to me one great mystery, and I used to lie in bed of a nightand wonder what sort of a place it could be.
Every day our visitor grew less cool and distant in his ways, and atlast my aunt said pettishly:
"Well, really, Richard, it is too bad; this is the third morning thisweek you have kept that boy away from school by saying you wanted him.How do you expect his education to get on?"
"Get on?" said Doctor Burnett; "why, my dear sister, he is learning thewhole time he is with me; I'll be bound to say that he has picked upmore geography since he has been with me than he has all the time he hasbeen to school."
"I don't know so much about that," said my aunt snappishly.
"Then I do," he said. "Let the boy alone, he is learning a great deal;and I shall want him more this next week."
"You'd better take him away from school altogether," said my auntangrily.
"Well, yes," said the doctor quietly; "as it is so near his holidays, hemay as well stop away the rest of this half."
"Richard!" cried my aunt as I sat there pinching my legs to keep fromlooking pleased.
"He will have to work hard at helping me with my collections, which areon the way here, I find, from a letter received this morning. Therewill be a great deal of copying and labelling, and that will improve hiswriting, though he does write a fair round hand."
"But it will be neglecting his other studies," cried my aunt.
"But then he will be picking up a good deal of Latin, for I shallexplain to him the meaning of the words as he writes them, and, besides,telling him as much as I know of natural history and my travels."
"And what is to become of the boy then?" cried my aunt. "I will nothave him turn idler, Richard."
"Well, if you think I have turned idler, Sophy," he said laughing, andshowing his white teeth, "all I can say is, that idling over naturalhistory and travelling is very hard work."
"But the boy must not run wild as--"
"I did? There, say it out, Sophy," said her brother. "I don't mind, mydear; some people look upon everything they do not understand asidling."
"I think I understand what is good for that boy," said my aunt shortly.
"Of course you do," said the doctor, "and you think it will do him goodto help me a bit, Sophy. Come along, Nat, my boy, we are to have theback-room for the chests, so we must make ready, for they will be hereto-morrow."
"Oh, Doctor Burnett," I cried as soon as we were alone.
"Suppose you call me Uncle Richard for the future, my boy," he said."By and by, when we get to know each other better, it will be UncleDick. Why not at once, eh?"
"I--I shouldn't like to call you that, sir," I said.
"Why not?"
"I--I hardly know, sir, only that you seem so clever and to know somuch."
"Then it shall be Uncle Dick at once," he said, laughing merrily; "forevery day that you are with me, Nat, you will be finding out more andmore that I am not so clever as you think."
So from that day it was always Uncle Dick, and as soon as the greatchests arrived we set to work.
I shall never forget those great rough boxes made of foreign wood, northe intense interest with which I watched them as they were carried inupon the backs of the stout railway vanmen and set carefully in thelarge back-room.
There were twenty of them altogether, and some were piled upon theothers as if they were building stones, till at last the men's book hadbeen signed, the money paid for carriage, and Uncle Joe, Uncle Dick, andI sat there alone staring at the chests and wondering at theirappearance.
For they were battered, and bruised, and chipped away in splinters, sothat they looked very old indeed, though, as my uncle told me, there wasnot one there more than five years old, though they might have beenfifty.
Every one had painted upon it in large white letters:
"Dr Burnett, FZS, London," and I wondered what FZS might mean. Then Inoticed that the chests were all numbered, and I was longing intenselyfor them to be opened, when Uncle Dick, as I suppose I must call himnow, made me start by crying out:
"Screw-driver!"
I jumped up and ran to Uncle Joe's tool-box for the big screw-driver,and was back with it in a very short time, Uncle Dick laughing heartilyas he saw my excitement.
"Thank you, Nat, that will do," he said. "It will be nice and handy forme to-morrow morning."
"Ha--ha--ha!" he laughed directly after, as he saw my blank disappointedface. "Did you think I was going to open the cases to-day, Nat?"
"I did hope so, sir," I said stoutly.
"Then I will," he cried, "for your being so frank. Now then, whichshall it be?"
"I should begin with number one, sir," I said.
"And so we will, Nat. Nothing like order. Look here, my boy. Here ismy book for cataloguing."
He showed me a large blank book ruled with lines, and on turning it overI found headings here and there under which the different specimens wereto be placed.
But I could not look much at the book while "our great traveller", asUncle Joe used to call him to me, was busy at work with thescrew-driver, taking out the great screws, one after another, and layingthem in a box.
"Now, Nat," he said, "suppose after going through all my trouble I findthat half my specimens are destroyed, what shall I do?"
"I don't know, uncle," I said. "I know what I should do."
"What, my boy?"
"Go and try and find some more."
"A good plan," he said laughing; "and when it means journeying ten ortwelve thousand miles, my boy, to seek for more, it becomes a serioustask."
All this while he was working away at the screws, till they were halfout and loose enough for me to go on turning them with my fingers, andthis, after the first two or three, I did till we came to the last, whenmy uncle stopped and pretended that it was in so tight that it would notturn.
"Let me try, uncle," I cried.
"You? Nonsense! boy. There, I think we shall have to give up forto-day."
He burst out laughing the next moment at my doleful face, gave the screwa few rapid twists; and in a few more moments it was out, and he tookhold of the lid.
"Ready?" he exclaimed.
"Yes, quite ready," said Uncle Joe, who was nearly
as much excited as Iwas myself; and then the lid was lifted and we eagerly looked inside.
There was not much to see, only what looked like another lid, held inits place by a few stout nails. These were soon drawn out though, thesecond lid lifted, and still there was nothing to see but cotton-wool,which, however, sent out a curious spicy smell, hot and peppery, andmixed with camphor.
Then the treat began, for Uncle Dick removed a few layers ofcotton-wool, and there were the birds lying closely packed, and sobeautiful in plumage that we--that is, Uncle Joe and I--uttered a cry ofdelight.
I had never before seen anything so beautiful, I thought, as thegorgeous colours of the birds before me, or they seemed to be so freshand bright and different to anything I had seen in the museum, UncleDick having taken care, as I afterwards found, to reject any but themost perfect skins; and these were before me ready to be taken out andlaid carefully upon some boards he had prepared for the purpose, and asI helped him I kept on asking questions till some people would have beenanswered out. Uncle Dick, however, encouraged me to go on questioninghim, and I quickly picked up the names of a good many of the birds.
Now it would be a magnificent macaw all blue and scarlet. Then along-tailed paroquet of the most delicate green, and directly afterquite a trayful of the most lovely little birds I had ever seen. Theywere about the size of chaffinches for the most part; but while somewere of the richest crimson, others were blue and green and violet, anda dozen other shades of colour mixed up in the loveliest way.
"Now what are those, Nat?" said my uncle.
"I don't know, sir," I very naturally said.
"What would they be if they were in England and only plain-coloured?"
"Why, I should have said by their beaks, uncle, that they were finches,and lived on seed."
"Finches they are, Nat, and you are quite right to judge them by theirbeaks."
"But I didn't know that there were finches abroad, Uncle Dick," I said.
"Then you know now, my boy, and by degrees you will learn that there arefinches all over the world, and sparrows, and thrushes, and cuckoos, andlarks, and hawks, crows, and all the other birds that you find inEngland."
"Why, I thought they were all different, uncle," I said.
"So most people think," he said, as he went on unpacking the birds; "thedifference is that while our British finches are sober coloured, thoseof hot countries are brilliant in plumage. So are the crow family andthe thrushes, as you will see, while some of the sparrows and tits areperfect dandies."
"Why, I thought foreign birds were all parrots and humming-birds, andthings like that."
"Well, we have those birds different abroad, Nat," he replied, "and as Itell you the principal difference is in the gorgeous plumes."
"But such birds as birds of paradise, uncle?" I said.
"Well, what should you suppose a bird of paradise to be?"
"I don't know," I said.
"Well, should you think it were a finch, Nat?"
"No, uncle," I said at once.
"Well, it isn't a pheasant, is it?"
"Oh no!"
"What then?"
I stood with a tanager in one hand, a lovely manakin in the other,thinking.
"They couldn't be crows," I said, "because--"
"Because what?"
"I don't know, uncle."
"No, of course you do not, my boy, for crows they really are."
"What! birds of paradise with their lovely buff plumes, uncle?"
"Yes, birds of paradise with their lovely buff and amber plumes, my boy;they are of the crow family, just as our jays, magpies, and starlingsare. You would be surprised, my boy, when you came to study andinvestigate these matters, how few comparatively are the families andclasses to which birds belong, and how so many of the most gorgeouslittle fellows are only showily-dressed specimens of the familiarflutterers you have at home. Look at that one there, just on the top."
"What! that lovely orange and black bird, uncle?" I said, picking upthe one he pointed at, and smoothing its rich plumage.
"Yes, Nat," he said; "what is it?"
Uncle Joe took his pipe from his lips, and looked at it very solemnly.
"'Tisn't a parrot," he said, "because it has not got a hooky beak."
"No, it isn't a parrot, uncle," I exclaimed; "its beak is more like astarling's."
"If it were a starling, what family would it belong to?"
I stopped to think, and then recollected what he had said a short timebefore.
"A crow, uncle."
"Quite right, my boy; but that bird is not one of the crows. Tryagain."
"I'm afraid to try, uncle," I said.
"Why, my boy?"
"Because I shall make some silly mistake."
"Then make a mistake, Nat, and we will try to correct it. We learn fromour blunders."
"It looks to me something of the same shape as a thrush or blackbird,sir," I said.
"And that's what it is, my boy. That bird is an oriole--the orangeoriole; and there is another, the yellow oriole. Both thrushes, Nat,and out in the East there are plenty more of most beautiful colours,especially the ground-thrushes. But there is someone come to call us tofeed, I suppose. We must go now."
"Oh!" I exclaimed, "what a pity! we seem to have just begun."
All the same we had been at work for a very long time, so hands werewashed, and we all went in to dinner.