Chapter 23
 
     During supper, Clifton told his wife and his children
about the various incidents that marked this excursion.  They
agreed to postpone the question of the ape to the next day.
They rose at an early hour.  The children looked through the
cracks in the palisade.  Their exclamations caught the
attention of Clifton and Uncle Robinson.
     The orang was still there.  Sometimes he leaned against
the trunk of a tree with his arms crossed, so to say, and
examined the palisade.  Sometimes he went up to the door,
shook it vigorously and, not being able to open it, he went
back to his post of observation.
     Everyone gathered behind the stakes to look at him.
     "What a fine ape!" Jack shouted.
     "Yes," Belle replied.  "How nice he looks.  He is not
making too many faces at me and I am not afraid of him."
     "But what are we going to do with him?" Mrs. Clifton
asked.  "He can't stay there forever watching our door."
     "Could we adopt him?" Uncle suggested.
     "Is that what you're thinking, my friend?" Mrs. Clifton
replied.
     "Honestly, madame," Uncle replied, "some apes are well
behaved.  This one could make an excellent servant.  If I am
not very much mistaken, he has every intention of attaching
himself to us.  The only difficulty is that we must find out
more about him."
     Uncle laughed all the while but he was not exaggerating
in any way.  The intelligence of these anthropomorphs is
truly remarkable.  Their facial angle is not significantly
less than that of the Australians and of the Hottentots.
Besides, the orang has neither the ferocity of the baboon,
nor the thoughtlessness of the macaco, nor the filthy ways of
the saguin, nor the impatience of barbary ape, nor the bad
instincts of the cynocephalus, nor the bad temper of the
cercopithic monkey.  Harry Clifton knew some of these
ingenious animals and he cited several examples of their
quasi human intelligence.  He told the children that they
knew how to light a fire and to use it.  Several apes had
been usefully employed in homes.  They served at the table,
cleaned rooms, cared for clothes, drew water from wells,
polished shoes, handled a knife, a spoon, a fork, cleaned
dishes, drank wine and liquors, etc.  Buffon possessed one of
these apes who served him for a long time as a faithful and
zealous servant.
     "Very well," Uncle then replied.  "Since that's the way
things are, I do not see why this orang should not be given
the title of servant to the colony.  He seems to be young,
his education will be easy and he certainly will become
attached to his masters if we are good to him."
     After thinking for a few moments, Harry Clifton turned
to Uncle and said to him:
     "Are you seriously thinking of adopting this animal?"
     "Very seriously, sir.  You can see that we will not be
obliged to use force to domesticate him nor to pull his teeth
as is done in similar circumstances.  This orang is vigorous
and can be a great help to us."
     "Very well, let's try it then," Clifton replied, "and if
later his presence becomes too troublesome we will see about
getting rid of him."
     That agreed, Clifton asked his children to go back to
the grotto.  Then Uncle and he left the palisaded enclosure.
     The orang had returned to the tree.  He allowed his
future masters to approach him and looked at them while
gently moving his head.  Uncle had taken some coconut nuts
and offered them to the ape.  The latter put them in his
mouth and ate them with evident satisfaction.  He certainly
had a fine figure.
     "Well, my boy," Uncle said to him in a playful tone.
"How are you feeling?"
     The orang replied with a slight grunt of good humor.
     "Would you like to join the colony" Uncle asked, "and
enter the service of Mr. and Mrs. Clifton?"
     The ape uttered another grunt of consent.
     "And you will be content with our food as your full
wages?" Uncle added, offering the animal a handshake.
     The latter responded with a similar gesture, offering
the worthy sailor his hand and uttering a third grunt.
     "His conversation is a bit monotonous," Clifton noted
with a smile.
     "Good, sir." Uncle replied.  "The best servants are the
ones that talk the least."
     However, the ape rose and deliberately went to the
grotto.  He entered the palisaded enclosure.  The older boys
were at the door of the grotto and the youngsters were
clutching at their mother opening their eyes wide at the
gigantic animal.  The latter seemed to be inspecting the
place.  He examined the poultry yard and threw a glance at
the interior of the grotto.  He then returned to Clifton whom
he seemed to recognize as the chief of the family.
     "Well, my friend," Uncle said.  "The house suits you?
Yes?  Understood.  To begin with we will give you no wages
but later we will double it if we are satisfied with you."
     And so, without further ado, the orang was installed in
the Clifton house.  It was agreed that they would build a
wooden hut for him in the left corner of the yard.  As for
his name, Uncle asked that they use the name of many American
negroes and he was baptized with the name of Jupiter or Jup
for short.
     Clifton had no reason to fault this new recruit.  This
orang was amazingly intelligent, exemplary in his gentleness
and trained by Uncle for various tasks that he performed
perfectly.  Fifteen days after his admission into the family,
he carried wood that he found in the forest, drew water from
the lake in bamboo vases and swept the courtyard.  He quickly
climbed to the top of a coconut tree to pluck its fruits.
Agile Robert could not think of competing with him.  During
the night he kept guard so keenly that Fido had to be jealous
of him.  Besides, the dog and the ape made a good team.  As
to the children, they quickly became accustomed to the ape's
services.  Jack teased him and never left his side.  Friend
Jup let him play his games.
     However, the days flew by.  The second half of September
came by while these activities were still going on.  In
anticipation of the approaching winter, every kind of reserve
was increased.  Uncle Robinson built a large covered shed at
a corner of the cliff to cut and store the wood.  Regular
hunts were organized to procure a large number of agoutis and
capybara whose meat was salted and smoked.  In addition, the
poultry yard was populated with gallinules of all kinds to
assure the colony fresh meat during the rainy season.  They
made a clean sweep of the rocks in the south, capturing sea
tortoises whose carefully preserved flesh promised excellent
soups in the future.  Needless to say, the supply of sago was
increased to be made into bread, biscuits or cakes, making it
an excellent food.  The question of food for the winter was
very nearly resolved.
     Mrs. Clifton was no longer concerned about the question
of clothing.  Thanks to Uncle's efforts, there was no lack of
fur.  There were warm leather clothes of all sizes.  It was
the same with the shoes.  Uncle skilfully made wooden soled
shoes, half wood and half leather, to be put to good use in
rain or in snow.  Some were made into high boots to be used
for hunts in the marsh when the frost would harass the
aquatic game at the north of the island.  As to hats, bonnets
or caps, they were made of sea otter skins bright as a
button.  They could not have done better neither in quality
nor in quantity.  The otters, in fact, seemed to seek refuge
in this part of the Pacific and the children captured several
of them by surprise among the rocks of the southwest of the
island.
     It must be said nevertheless that Uncle still had not
been able to give Clifton a fine bear fur coat.  There was no
lack of traces of bears but until now these animals had not
shown themselves.  It was principally to the south of the
lake on the road to the warren that a large number of their
footprints were to be found.  Evidently a few of these
animals passed this way to drink from the lake.  Uncle then
decided to use the only way he could to bring about the
capture of one of these plantigrades.  He confided his plan
to Marc.  With his help he dug a pit some ten to twelve feet
deep and covered the opening under a pile of branches.  This
was a primitive method but Uncle could do nothing else.  He
did not have any weapons to attack a bear face to face.  He
could only hope that by chance on a dark night one of these
animals would fall into the pit.  Each morning, under one
pretext or another, Uncle or Marc visited the pit which
unfortunately was always empty.
     While all these various occupations were going on, Uncle
did not neglect the education of his ape.  Besides, he was
aided by the animal's remarkable intelligence.  The orang was
used with daring and skill for the heavier work.  They liked
each other a great deal and an insignificant detail occurred
which drew them closer.  One day Uncle found Jup smoking his
pipe, yes, his very lobster shell pipe.  The tobacco seemed
to give the orang unparalleled pleasure.  Uncle, enchanted,
told Mr. Clifton about it.  The latter was not surprised at
all about the news.  He cited several examples of apes who
were familiar with the use of tobacco.  At the end of the day
Master Jup had his own pipe which hung in his cabin with a
supply of tobacco.  Master Jup filled it himself, lit it with
a hot cinder and smoked with pleasure.  In addition, Uncle
offered him a small cup of fermented coconut juice each
morning.  Mrs. Clifton was afraid this would give him a
drinking problem but Uncle invariably said to her:
     "Be assured, madame, this ape has received a good
education and he will never become an addict."
     There was fine weather for all of the month of
September.  No rain or heavy wind.  There was a refreshing
light breeze morning and evening.  The leaves from the trees
changed color with the beginning of autumn and fell to the
ground little by little.  The cold season had not yet been
felt when one morning, it was the 29th of September, they
heard little Jack shouting outside:
     "Come Marc!  Come Jack!  There's snow outside.  Let's
have fun!"
     They all got up.  There was nothing on the ground
between the grotto and the sea.  Robert began to make fun of
him but Jack pointed to the islet which was all covered with
white.
     "That's strange," Clifton said.
     They could not explain the appearance of snow at this
time of the year with a brilliant sun so high in the sky.
     "Wonderful!" Uncle shouted.  "We have a phenomenal
island."
     "We must see what it is," Clifton said.
     "Let's take the boat and cross the channel," Marc
replied.
     To launch the boat into the sea was the matter of a
moment.  In a few strokes of the oars, they reached the islet
but no sooner had they touched shore when the supposed layer
of snow rose up and spread out over the islet, hiding the sun
for a moment.  This so called snow was a huge flock of white
birds.  They disappeared so quickly into the distance that
Clifton could not identify them.
     However, the rainy season was approaching.  The days
were getting shorter.  It was the beginning of October.
There were ten hours of daylight versus fourteen hours of
darkness.  It was too late to undertake a voyage around the
island as Clifton had planned.  They now had equinoctial
winds and heavy squalls churning up the sea.  The frail boat
could be exposed to the rocks along the shore or to be lost
at sea.  They must put off the exploration for the next year.
     The evenings were already long with sunset at five
thirty.  These evenings were spent together as a family with
everyone chatting and improving themselves.  They made plans
for the future.  They were quite settled in and accustomed to
to their island.
     Clifton had to find a way to light up these long winter
evenings since they did want to go to bed at sunset.  They
asked Mrs. Clifton to carefully save any animal fat that
could be used to make tallow.  But this tallow was in a raw
state.  Having no sulfuric acid, they could not purify it nor
remove its aqueous material.  Nevertheless, such as it was,
they used it that way.  Using a thick wick made from coconut
fibers, Clifton made tallow candles that sparkled at first
while burning but finally they give something of a light at
least around the table where the family gathered.  Next year
they would think of a better way to light the place using oil
instead of fat, "until gas light is installed" Uncle would
say, no longer doubting anything.
     However, even though the island was perfect and had
everything, he declared one evening that there was still
something missing.
     "What could that be," Mrs. Clifton asked.
     "I'm not quite sure.  It seems to me that our island
does not exactly exist but that is a trivial matter."
     "I understand you, Uncle," the engineer replied.  "It is
not an official place."
     "Exactly."
     "And what is missing is a name."
     "A name, a name!" the children shouted with one voice.
"Let's give the island a name."
     "Yes," father replied, "and not only a name for the
island but also names for the various parts of the island.
That will simplify our instructions in the future."
     "Yes," Uncle replied, "so when we go somewhere we will
at least know where we are."
     "Well, let's use our own names," impetuous Robert
shouted.  "I propose we call it the Robert Clifton Island."
     "One moment, my boy," the engineer replied.  "You must
not think only of yourself.  If we use names of people we
hold dear for the capes, the promontories, the watercourses
and the mountains of this island, let us also use names that
recall for us events and situations.  But let's proceed
methodically.  First a name for the island."
     The discussion began.  Several names were suggested but
they could not come to an agreement.
     "My word," Uncle said.  "I think we can agree that in
every civilized country it is the right of the discoverer to
name his discovery and for this reason I propose to call this
island Clifton Island."
     "Agreed," the engineer replied vividly, "but then this
honor must be reserved for the real discoverer of this
island, to the savior of my wife and my children, to our
devoted friend.  From now on, this island is called Flip
Island."
     Hurrahs were shouted.  The children crowded around Uncle
Robinson.  Mr. and Mrs. Clifton rose and extended their hands
to him.  The worthy sailor, very emotional, wanted to protest
this honor but he had everyone against him and in spite of
his modesty, he had to accept.  And so the name Flip Island
was definitely given to the island and it would appear under
this name on modern charts.
     Secondary names were then discussed and Uncle had no
difficulty getting agreement for the name Mount Clifton for
the volcano that dominated the island.  The conversation on
this subject continued.  Geographical names led to
interesting debates among the children and the results were
these:  The bay into which the river emptied was called First
Sight Bay because that was where the castaways first saw the
island; the river with its winding course took on the name of
Serpentine River which was justified.
     As to the marsh in the north, near where Uncle found
Clifton, that was called Safety Marsh, to the cape at the
northern end of the island, Senior Cape, and to the one at
the southern end of the island, Junior Cape in honor of Marc
and Robert, to the lake the name of Lake Ontario so the
abandoned family could remember their absent country, to the
channel between the islet and the shore the name Harrison
Channel in memory of the unfortunate captain of the
Vancouver, and to the islet the name of Seal Islet.  Finally,
to the port situated between the beginning of First View Bay
and the mouth of the river the name of Deo Gratias, a
recognition that God had so evidently protected the abandoned
family.
     Belle and Jack were a little regretful that their names
had been omitted from this geographical list but Mr. Clifton
promised to use them with the first discoveries that would be
made on the island.
     "As for your wonderful mother," he added, "her name will
not be forgotten.  Uncle and I will build a comfortable home
which will be used as our principal residence and this place
will be carry the name of the one cherished by everybody.  It
will be called Elisa House."
     This last idea was vividly applauded and the courageous
mother received no end of kisses.
     The discussion was prolonged into the evening.  It came
time to go to sleep.  Mother and children retired to their
beds of hides and moss.  Master Jup himself had already gone
to his hut.
     Before going to sleep, Uncle and Clifton went alone as
usual to examine the surroundings around the grotto.  When
they were alone, Uncle thanked the engineer once more for
giving the island his name.
     "We now have a real island," he said, "whose existence
is legally verified and which can be placed on the maps with
pride and note, sir, that we can claim the right to have
discovered it."
     "My worthy friend," Clifton replied, "it is important to
know if Flip Island was inhabited before our arrival on these
shores and, I say again, if it has other inhabitants."
     "What do you wish to say, sir?" Uncle shouted.  "Have
you some indication of this?"
     "I have one," Clifton replied, lowering his voice,
"only one.  I have no need to tell you that there is no
purpose in causing our small colony any anxiety."
     "You are right, sir," Uncle said.  "What is it?"
     "This.  You remember the cock with the horn which we
captured and which is now acclimatized to our poultry yard?"
     "Perfectly," Uncle replied.
     "Well, my friend, I do not believe that his horn, this
appendage that our cock carries on its head is a natural one.
When this cock was a young chicken someone made a cut in its
crest and implanted this false spur at the very base of its
crest.  After fifteen days this graft took root and is now an
integral part of the bird.  It is the work of a human hand."
     "And how old is this cock?" Uncle asked.
     "Barely two years old which proves that in the last two
years men, probably white men, were on our island."