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CHAPTER 5
DEVELOPMENTAL AND SOCIAL PERSPECTIVES ON
GENDER

TOTAL TEACHING PACKAGE OUTLINE

Lecture Outline Resources Reference

Chapter 5: Developmental and Social Perspectives on Gender

HOW MANY SEXES ARE Teaching Suggestions: 3(A), 7(B)
THERE? Learning Objectives: #1,2,3,4,5

SEXUAL DIFFERENTIATION Teaching Suggestions: 7(A), 7(C)

Learning Objectives: #6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,
15,16,17,18, 19,20,21,22,23,24,

MASCULINITY AND Teaching Suggestions: 1(A), 2(A), 2(C), 3(B),

FEMININITY 5(C), 6(A)
Learning Objectives:
#25,26,2728,29,30,31,32,33,
34,35,36, 37,38,39
TRANSGENDER IDENTITIES Teaching Suggestions: 2(D)
Learning Objectives: #40,41,42,43,44,45,46

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GENDER IN SOCIETY AND Teaching Suggestions: 2(B), 4(A), 5(A), 5(B)

CULTURE Learning Objectives: #47,48,49,50,51,52,53,54,
55,56

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LEARNING OBJECTIVES

After reading this chapter, students should be able to:

1. Briefly describe controversies regarding the perception of the sexes.

2. List and describe the types of intersexuality.

3. Describe three cross-cultural views of intersexuality and examples of third genders.

4. Describe the controversy regarding intersexuality in Western cultures.

5. Describe the concepts of gender identity and gender role.

6. Describe biological essentialism and social constructionism.

7. List and describe the general components of the factors of sexual differentiation.

8. List and describe the four levels of biological sex.

9. Describe the process of creating a personal perspective of one’s gender.

10. Consider how gender roles may become self-fulfilling prophecies.

11. Describe the chromosomal prenatal factors of sexual differentiation.

12. Describe the fetal gonadal factors regarding sexual differentiation.

13. Describe the fetal hormonal factors involving sexual differentiation including the H-Y
antigen.

14. Describe possible genetic factors in regard to fetal development that challenge it as the
“default” gender.

15. Describe rare genetic problems seen in early stages of sexual differentiation.

16. Describe the influence of dihydrotestosterone (DHT) in genital development.

17. Describe the perceived influence of hormones of brain development and sex
differentiation.

18. Describe the influences of sex hormones that result in sexual differentiation variations.

19. Describe the characteristics of fetally androgenized females, and describe the process by
which this occurs.

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20. List and describe the effects of two synthetic hormones on sexual differentiation.

21. Describe the effect of androgenital syndrome on male and female sexual differentiation.

22. Describe the physiological effects of androgen insensitivity syndrome.

23. Describe the effects of differential socialization.

24. Describe the multiplier effect of hormones at the social environmental level.

25. List and describe three findings of sexual differentiation at puberty.

26. Describe two general factors regarding adult gender identity.

27. List and briefly describe three models regarding the concept of masculinity and femininity.

28. List and describe “exaggerated” extremes of the bipolar model of masculinity and
femininity.

29. Compare and contrast qualities of androgyny with qualities of traditional femininity.

30. Describe general qualitative differences between males and females.

31. Describe the difference in males and females in cognitive and motor function.

32. Describe the facts of brain differentiation in males and females.

33. Briefly describe the learning process in gender role development.

34. Describe the psychodynamic gender differentiation model.

35. Describe social learning theory when applied to gender development.

36. Describe cognitive development theory as it applies to gender development.

37. Briefly describe gender schema theory.

38. Briefly describe multifactorial theories in gender roles.

39. Describe how transgendered individuals are perceived both socially and professionally.

40. Briefly describe what is known about transsexualism.

41. Describe the continuum for transgenderism.

42. Briefly describe sex reassignment processes and procedures for transsexuals.

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43. Describe cultural influences regarding the acceptance of gender difference in males and
females.

44. Describe gender influences of educational institutions on gender discrepancies.

45. Briefly describe the changing perception and standing discrepancies of gender in the work
place.

46. Describe how the field of academia and the field of science continue to perpetuate gender
disparity.

47. Describe the general nature of the feminist movement in America.

48. Describe two waves of feminist activities in American history.

49. Describe how contemporary feminists have influenced perceptions of sexuality.

50. List three traditional male roles that may make men uncomfortable.

51. Describe objectives and outcomes of asserting masculinity as a cultural movement in

North America.

52. Describe the general consequences of the level of male interaction within a culture.

53. Describe how gender roles are influenced by cultural values.

54. Describe the influence of gender roles on mate selection.

55. Describe cross-cultural understandings of gender.

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Smugglers’ Island
and the Devil Fires
of San Moros
Page 239 THEIRS WAS A WICKIUP
 Smugglers’ Island
and the Devil Fires
of San Moros
By
Clarissa A. Kneeland
With Illustrations by
Wallace Goldsmith

BOSTON AND NEW YORK

HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
The Riverside Press Cambridge
1915
COPYRIGHT, 1915, BY CLARISSA A. KNEELAND
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Published October 1915
 CONTENTS

I. A PICNIC TO THE ISLAND 1

II. FOR SHELTER IN A STORM 30
III. COMMISSARY MATTERS 57
IV. BONANZA COVE 86
V. THE EGG ISLANDS 113
VI. THE JAGUAR’S TRACK 149
VII. THE MUGGYWAH 181
VIII. THE BUILDING OF THE WICKIUP 212
IX. DAVIE’S PANAL HUNT: AND WHAT CAME OF IT 245
X. DELBERT’S BIG GAME 260
XI. WHEREWITHAL SHALL WE BE CLOTHED? 274
XII. DISASTER AND A NEW TASK 299
XIII. HOW THE LAUNCH CAME BACK TO
SMUGGLERS’ 320
XIV. THE END OF THE PICNIC 344
SMUGGLERS’ ISLAND
and the
Devil Fires of San Moros
 CHAPTER I
A PICNIC TO THE ISLAND

M H stood in the doorway of her home in a small seaport

town of Mexico, watching her ten-year-old brother Delbert come
stumbling up the hill with his arms full of mail.
“We’re out early,” he shouted. “The teacher let us all out early. There
are the girls coming now, down by the office. Oh! and we’re not going to
have any more school this week. The teacher has got to go to the dentist
every day, and she isn’t going to feel like teaching; so we are going to
have vacation.”
“Dear me,” said Marian, smiling, “what in the wide world will you
children do, with so much spare time on your hands?”
“O Marian! Marian! Can’t we—it will be just the time to do it—can’t
we go to Smugglers’ Island?” Delbert’s body fairly quivered with
excitement, and his dark eyes were shining like stars. “Let me ask Mr.
Cunningham for the launch. We could go to-morrow. O Marian, do,
please!”
Marian hesitated. “Smugglers’ Island! That is a long way off. We
couldn’t be ready by to-morrow; it is late now.”
“We don’t need anything but a lunch. I don’t mean to get up a party.
Just us go. We don’t need to go to a lot of fuss.”
If Marian had an especial weakness, it was her brother Delbert. She
was proud of that spirited, handsome little face, and rarely clouded it by
a refusal if a consent was possible. Besides the sister love she gave him
in common with the other children, there was a desire to make up to him
the loss of a companion brother who had died a few years before, a
brother a little older than Delbert, but of much the same cast of features.
Now she thought, “Why not? Why think one must make elaborate
preparations for every little pleasure, when the children would enjoy it as
well, maybe better, without?”
She laughed. “Here come the girls,” she said. “We’ll put it to a vote.”
The little girls, Jennie and Esther, came up the path. Jennie was eight,
a puny, thin little shadow, with eyes that seemed much too big because
the face was so thin and colorless. She had been born a sickly baby and
had averaged at least one illness every year of her life since, and had
never known what actual health was. When Mrs. Hadley had decided to
accompany her husband on his business trip to Guaymas she had thought
seriously of taking Jennie with her, though she had had never a moment’s
uneasiness at leaving the other three in their sister’s care. But it had
seemed a pity to take the little girl out of school, where she was doing
well; and also there was a good American doctor in town, whom Marian
promised faithfully to send for at the first symptom of anything wrong;
so, as Jennie herself did not seem to care about going, it was finally
decided she should stay.
Esther, the six-year-old, stood in pleasing contrast to her sister. Having
never known sickness, she was a sturdy, robust little specimen, as plump
as the baby David, dimpled and rosy, with curly hair that was forever
getting into her bright eyes.
Delbert was dancing with delight. “Girls, girls,” he squealed, “listen,
quick. All in favor of going to Smugglers’ Island to-morrow, signify by
saying ‘Aye.’”
“Aye, aye, aye!” he yelled; and Esther, taking her cue, also launched a
myriad of “ayes,” but Jennie shook her head in grave disapproval.
“You are too ev’lastin’ noisy,” she said. “Marian, we are not going in
the launch, are we?”
The baby was calling “Aye” most lustily.
“There,” declared Delbert, “that’s a m’jority, Marian. Three out of
five’s a m’jority.”
Marian drew Jennie tenderly to her. “Delbert wants to go to
Smugglers’ Island to-morrow. It is a long way, but perhaps you would
not be seasick in the launch. Do you want to go?”
The little girl’s shining eyes were answer enough. Marian laughed and
kissed her. “Delbert,” she said then, “take that bill that is in my purse
down to Mr. Cunningham now and refund him for the duties on these
packages and thank him for me,—don’t forget that,—and then see if he
can let us have the launch to-morrow. It may be let to some one else, but
if it isn’t, and if we can have it, why, pay him for that too, and don’t
forget that. But I warn you children there’s not a thing for lunch but
bread and butter. I haven’t so much as a cooky in the jar, and it’s too late
for me to bake now.”
Previously there had lived at the Port for some years an American boy
whose chief joy in life had been found on the water, and, having been
blest with a small sailboat of his own, he had been able to indulge his
sailor propensities to the utmost. Sometimes with other boys, often alone,
he had sailed up and down the coast for miles, exploring the shallow
bays and winding esteros,[1] and he knew all the sandbars and islands.
[1]
An estero (pronounced es-tāʹ-ro) is an estuary, an arm of the sea.
A few miles out from the Port was a group of islands known to the
Americans thereabouts as the Rosalie Group. The natives gave them
another name, unpronounceable, and certainly unspellable. They
consisted of quite an assortment of rocky knolls and stunted trees, and
little beaches, fine for bathing. Most people confined their seaward
excursions to trips of greater or less duration of time to these islands,
some half-dozen in number, but Clarence had ventured much farther; he
had even gone as far as San Moros, many miles down the coast.
San Moros was a wide-mouthed, shallow bay, full of rocks and
sandbars, but at its farther extremity the young explorer had discovered
an island that gave unmistakable evidence of having once been inhabited,
—probably by smugglers, as in times past they had flourished like the
bay tree all up and down the west coast, as everybody knows.
Boy-like, Clarence had kept his discovery a secret, or at least had
revealed it only to a chosen few, Marian and Delbert being among the
elect. And when afterwards he had made a second trip to the place, Mrs.
Hadley had allowed Delbert to go with him. Clarence had been fond of
children and of Delbert in particular, and often took the little boy with
him on his all-day trips on the water. On this occasion they had camped
over and explored the Island and its surroundings.
It was long months now since Clarence’s family had moved from the
Port, but Delbert had always been anxious for a second trip to the Island
in San Moros, being eager to show it to Marian and his little sisters.
Before long Delbert came rushing back. “We can go! We can go!” he
called. “We—where’s Marian?—oh, there you are. Mr. Cunningham says
we can have the launch. The man he usually sends with it is sick or
something, but he got Mr. Pearson to take us instead. We can start early
in the morning. Goody! And say, Marian, can’t you fix some dough for
doughnuts and let me fry ’em for you?”
Marian looked severe. “Do you remember what happened the last time
I let you fry doughnuts?” she asked.
Delbert’s eyes twinkled. “Yes,” he said, “but that was learning; I won’t
do it that way now.”
“Shall we trust him, Jennie?” she asked.
 “If you don’t, there won’t be any doughnuts to-morrow,” Delbert
assured her. “Marian has not got time to make ’em.”
“I guess we can this time,” decided Jennie.
“Me fry doughnuts, too,” said Esther.
“I am afraid me had better not,” said Marian; “but you and Jennie may
roll and cut them out for Delbert. And Davie, you sit up in your high
chair and watch sister stir up these doughnuts quickly, and then Davie
shall make a doughnut of his very own. Delbert, put the granite-ware
kettle on, and the lard is in that pail on the shelf there by you. I think
there is just enough; put it all in.”
She hurried the ingredients together, and, as soon as the dough was
ready for rolling out, turned it over to the apprentices and ran out of the
kitchen to the numerous other tasks that awaited her.
“You haven’t read us mamma’s letter yet,” called Jennie.
“Oh, I will read it while we eat supper,” Marian answered.
“What mamma say?” shrilled Esther.
“Says they will be back in two weeks,” came Marian’s muffled voice
from the far bedroom.
Presently she came back. “Jennie,” she said, “do you know what was
done with your and Esther’s bathing-suits when you came back from
bathing the other day?”
Jennie looked blank, but Esther answered promptly.
“Down to Bobbie’s.”
“Down at Bobbie’s? Whatever did you leave them there for?”
“Oh, yes,” cried Jennie, her face brightening, “I ’member now. We
stopped to play and hung ’em on Bobbie’s mother’s clothesline and
forgot ’em.”
“Well, that’s a great way to do! Esther, you run down after them now.”
Esther was kneading doughnut dough industriously. “To-morrow,” she
said.
Marian considered a moment, and then said: “No, you go now, it is
two days they have been there already, and they may have got into some
corner where Bobbie’s mother won’t know where they are, and we won’t
have any time to hunt for lost things in the morning. It is a long way to
Smugglers’ Island, and we must get off early or we shan’t have time to
explore it and get back by dark.”
Esther sighed, and began to clean the dough from her little fat hands.
“Tell where we going?” she asked.
 “No; better not.”
“Why?”
“Oh, because if Bobbie knows we are going in the launch, he will
want to go, too, and I know positively his mamma wouldn’t let him.”
“Why?”
“Oh, you little interrogation-point!” expostulated Marian under her
breath. Aloud she answered patiently, “Because Bobbie was awfully
naughty and went in the fishing-boat without asking his mamma, and she
was so worried about him, and when he got back she told him he
couldn’t go anywhere except to school,—not anywhere, not even up here
to play with Delbert,—for two whole weeks.”
“Not two weeks yet?”
“No, it is not two weeks yet. Now, do go on, Esther. Just ask for the
bathing-suits and don’t make Bobbie feel bad by telling him about a
picnic he can’t go to.”

In the morning, before Marian had breakfast out of the way, Delbert
came in with a rush. “I have just seen Mr. Pearson. He is going to his
breakfast, and he says he is all ready, and he wants to know if there is
anything you want him to do.”
“Yes,” said Marian; “tell him to get a demijohn of water. Mr.
Cunningham has a demijohn he uses for that, but Mr. Pearson may not
think of it.”
“Oh, but there is water on the Island, plenty of it.”
“Yes, my dear, but it has not been filtered, and I don’t want you
children drinking anything and everything. Oh! and did you put plenty of
water for the chickens, Delbert?—and put a big stone in the pan so they
can’t tip it over?
“Bread and butter and doughnuts,” she continued, “and I must take
milk for Davie. Dear me! I haven’t enough to fill the jar either. Here,
Jennie, get a dime from my purse and take this pail and run down and see
if Bobbie’s mother can let me have a quart of milk. If she hasn’t it to
spare, you will have to go to Doña Luisa. Delbert, find the hatchet. It will
come in handy when we come to build a fire for noon.”
 “Haven’t you got eggs, Marian? Take some raw eggs, and we can boil
them over a fire; it’s lots of fun.”
“I’ve only three, Delbert, but if you can, get some at Bobbie’s, or ask
Fanny’s mother if she can spare me some.”
“We can get crabs and clams, you know,” said Delbert. “There’s
barrels of ’em. Clarence and I had ’em. But take plenty of bread and
butter, Marian. Mr. Pearson can eat a lot, I know.”
“Yes. Run on now and see about the eggs, and then go down and tell
Mr. Pearson about the water. Let me see,” she continued,—“what else?
Oh, yes, if we go bathing, I shall have to comb my hair.”
She wrapped up her comb and brush in a clean towel, and then, on
second thought, tucked in a little pocket-mirror and a cake of tar soap
and two more towels.
“Marian, me got my spade and pail, but me can’t find baby’s,” called
Esther.
“His little pail is here,” answered Marian, “but I don’t know where his
spade is. Let him take the big dig-spoon instead.” A dig-spoon, be it
known, is a spoon so old and dilapidated that mother does not mind if the
children use it to dig in the dirt with. The big dig-spoon of the Hadley
children was a huge iron affair about a yard in length that had doubtless
been originally intended to stir soup in a hotel kitchen.
As they started down the hill on the way to the pier, Bobbie’s mother
ran out to her gate. “Marian,” she called, “are you taking plenty of wraps
with you? You know it gets cold toward evening.”
Marian held up a couple of light shoulder shawls. “Delbert has his
coat,” she said, “and Esther and I never want anything around us anyway.
There are always a couple of blankets on the launch seats.”
“Oh, you foolish child,” declared the lady; “you wait.” She ran back
into the house, and in a moment came back with a very large heavy
circular cape, “There, you take this,” she said. “It will cover you and
Esther and the baby too. Jennie will need both those flimsy shawls. You
know it won’t do to let her get chilled.”
Marian thanked her laughingly and accepted the cape.
Mr. Cunningham was down on the pier. He was a dapper young man,
pleasant and good-looking and well liked by everybody at the Port, and
he held the most lucrative and responsible position of all the Americans
there.
 MARIAN LAUGHINGLY ACCEPTED THE CAPE

He smiled as the Hadley party trailed down the hill and out on the pier,
the sturdy baby well in the lead.
“Here comes King David and his train,” he called. “By Jove,” he
added, observing the huge dig-spoon, “he has his scepter with him too.—
Good-morning, Miss Marian; do you mean to tell me that basket is full of
lunch?”
“Not quite,” laughed Marian. “There is a hatchet and my workbag and
a few other things as well.”
“Workbag!” exclaimed Delbert in disgust. “What did you bring that
for?”
“Oh, I may hemstitch a little while you children dig in the sand. I
shan’t ask you to do any sewing, Delbert.”
As the big basket was being stowed away in the launch, Mr.
Cunningham said laughingly, “If you find you have not enough, Miss
Marian, there is some canned stuff in the locker you are welcome to.”
“Thank you,” said Marian, “I think we have plenty. I have been on
trips like this before; I know how children eat. Delbert, I forgot to put in
anything to cook the eggs in. You wanted to boil them, and we haven’t a
thing.”
“Use Esther’s pail,” he suggested.
“It leaks too badly, and baby’s pail is wooden. No, if you want those
eggs cooked, you will have to go back and get something.”
“There will be the clams, too,” said Delbert, starting back across the
pier on a trot.
“Oh, and, Delbert—”
“What?”
“You might bring Jennie’s cape, too, while you are there; and, Delbert,
Delbert! Be sure and lock the door again when you come out.”
“We ought to have something to bring home clams in, too,” she said
after a moment, “but he is too far gone now to call back.”
“There is a big pail here in the boat-house,” said Mr. Cunningham,
going to get it.
“I shan’t be here when you get back,” he said, coming back with the
pail, “but the launch can be turned over to Manuel. I am going up the
river for a couple of days. I must be getting ready now, so I will bid you
good-bye and wish you a pleasant trip.”
He shook hands with Marian, pulled Esther’s curls, smiled at Jennie,
stood the baby on his head a moment, and strode off across the pier.
Soon Delbert came running down the hill again, his arms full.
“Morning, Mr. Faston,” he called to an old gentleman who, with a
basket on his arm, was starting toward the plaza for his breakfast steak.
“Good-morning, Delbert. Where you all going so bright and early?”
“Going to Smugglers’ Island.”
Delbert ran down to the launch and scrambled in. “I brought baby’s
jacket, too,” he said, dumping the wraps, the granite-ware kettle, and a
little bright new dishpan in a heap at Marian’s feet.
“I see you did, but whatever did you bring that dishpan for?”
“Why, it was sitting out there on the table, so I s’posed you forgot it,
and I wasn’t going to be sent back again.”
Marian laughed. “I had no notion of bringing it,” she said. “Well, Mr.
Pearson, I guess we are all ready. You’d better start off before we think
of something else we might like to take.”
“Just think, Marian,” said Delbert; “Mr. Pearson has not been outside
the harbor since he has been here.”
“No? Never been to the Rosalie Group, Mr. Pearson?”
 Pearson cleared his throat. “No; when a man is busy he don’t get much
time for picnics,” he said.
“I am to show him the way,” continued Delbert, “and he is to make the
launch go there.”
It was a lovely day. The children were fairly bubbling over with the
glee of it, and Marian herself felt unusually gay and light-hearted.
Mr. Pearson was rather silent. He was a newcomer to the Port, and
Marian had had hitherto but a bare speaking acquaintance with him. She
had an instinctive feeling, however, that he considered children as
necessary nuisances; so she tried to keep them from annoying him too
much with their chatter. However, though he volunteered no remarks, he
answered good-naturedly what was said especially to him, followed
minutely Delbert’s instructions as to their direction, and listened with
apparent interest when the little fellow told of trips taken with Clarence
in the sailboat.
Outside the shelter of the harbor they encountered the high waves of
the Gulf, and Davie was so frightened that Marian had much ado to keep
him quiet. Jennie, too, began to feel a few qualms of her old enemy,
seasickness, so that with them both Marian had little chance to exchange
sociabilities with Mr. Pearson.
Leaving the Rosalie Group on their right, they turned down the coast
bound for San Moros.
Delbert was entirely unafraid. The higher the wave the better it suited
him, and he was constantly declaring he only wished they were going to
stay a week. Esther echoed him, as was her wont, and Jennie feebly put
in a few remarks of the same tenor, her feeling in the matter, however,
being born of a desire to put off the nausea-beset homeward trip rather
than to prolong the picnic joy.
 FOLLOWED MINUTELY DELBERT’S INSTRUCTIONS AS TO
THEIR DIRECTION

Finally they rounded the point and entered San Moros. Delbert
remembered just how Clarence had made his way in among the many
rocks and sandbars, most of which were covered at high tide. The Island
lay some miles back, a crescent in shape, high and rocky at one end and
running out to a narrow sandy point at the other. No one approaching it
would have mistrusted it was other than the mainland, for the formation
was such as to blend it perfectly with the mainland back of it, and it
showed no sign of the strip of water between till one was close upon it.
“We landed first by that point of rock,” declared Delbert, pointing,
“and then afterwards we took the boat in back of the Island and tied her
to the pier till we were ready to go home.”
“I guess that is a good enough programme to follow now,” said Mr.
Pearson. “Didn’t you say this side was best for crabs? That’s a nice-
looking beach along there, fine for you kids to bathe on. We will tie up to
those rocks till after dinner.”
“Well, all right,” agreed the boy. “There is a path up to the top of the
hill, Marian, but it doesn’t come down on this side. Clarence said the
smugglers wore it going up to peek over the hill to see if any one was
coming for ’em.”
The little point of rock on the seaward side of the Island made a very
good substitute for a pier. They landed there and were able to reach the
sand without getting their feet wet. Jennie declared she felt better as soon
as she touched shore.
Delbert was anxious to lead the expedition over to the other side of the
Island, where remained the signs of former habitation.
 “You can go on over now,” said Pearson good-naturedly; “I’ll unload
the launch and take a swim, and if you say there is anything there worth
looking at I can go over afterwards.”
Delbert hesitated; he was counting on expatiating on the extent and
glory of the ruins and preferred a large audience.
“Why, of course, Delbert,” said Marian; “Mr. Pearson can take the
launch around after dinner. This is the best side for bathing. I am not
sure,” she added, as the children started off, “but after dinner would be
soon enough for the rest of us, but—”
Pearson laughed and shrugged his shoulders. “There is no wait in that
kid,” he said.
“I see there isn’t,” said Marian, as she started after her eager brother.
The hill was decidedly rocky and steep, with a goodly strip of sandy
beach at its base. The crabs scurried away as the children ran across this.
“See, Marian!” called Delbert; “see all those crabs? We’ll have them
for dinner. Don’t they look fat?”
“Fat and luscious,” laughed Marian. “You are fat and luscious, too,
baby darling,” she continued, catching Davie as he stumbled over a
stone, “but those qualities alone will never make a mountaineer of you.”
Delbert forged ahead, scrambling over rocks and skirting thorny
bushes, and the others followed as best they could.
“I suppose when you get there you will stop and wait for us,” called
Marian.
“Oh, yes,” he answered; but he did not take the hint and slacken his
pace then.
His bump of locality was good, and although it was almost a year
since he had been there, he made his way directly to the spot on the apex
of the hill where a faint path led down on the other side. Here he paused,
and, letting out a series of triumphant whoops, announced his arrival to
his upward-toiling sisters.
One by one they joined him where he sat on a big gray rock, swinging
his lariat, his most treasured possession, a new hair rope given him by an
old Mexican a few weeks before.
“Dear me,” said Marian, all out of breath, as she set down the baby,
whom she had been carrying the last part of the way; “whatever did you
expect to lasso here, Delbert? Crabs?”
“No,” he replied, “burros! Didn’t you know there were burros here?
There’s a herd of ’em. Clarence said probably the smugglers had to leave
in a hurry and couldn’t stop to round up everything they had. Anyway,
there’s burros here. Yes, and pigs, too. We saw their tracks; we didn’t see
them, but Clarence said when he was here the first time he heard ’em
grunting in the bushes.”
Marian was examining the surroundings. “I believe Clarence was
right,” she said. “That is a real path certainly, but there is not a sign of it
on the seaward side of the hill. Whoever lived down there used to come
up here to this rock. You can see away out into the gulf from here, ever
so many miles, but it is so bushy that no one here would ever be seen.”
“Yes,” assented Delbert; “Clarence called this Lookout Rock. Farther
back this hill spreads out into a mesa.[2] It’s several miles long. Clarence
said there were deer here, too; he saw ’em.”
[2]
Pronounced mā-sȧ; a small tableland.
“An’ wil’ cats?” queried Esther.
“No,” said Delbert. “I remember when we camped here it was awful
quiet at night, and I asked Clarence if he s’posed there were any panthers
here, and he said no, he hadn’t seen a sign of any such thing here, and he
guessed if there ever had been, the smugglers had killed them all off.”
“That is not unlikely,” said Marian; “but the burros and pigs must have
come from what they had; perhaps the deer, too,—they might have had
some for pets. But, come, if we have our breath now, children, we’d
better go down; for see, Mr. Pearson has the launch unloaded already,
and there is dinner to get when we get back.”
So they followed the twisting trail downward. It was very faint, in
some places entirely obliterated, yet taken as a whole was distinct.
Between the Island and the mainland lay a strait that was deep enough
for even large steamers, though there was little of San Moros that a big
steamer could have ridden safely over. A little rough rock pier had been
built here. “And Clarence said the fellow that built it understood his
business, too,” declared Delbert, emphatically. “He said it was a good
job; but come and look at the bananas,” he continued, leading the way.
The Island, which elsewhere presented such rough, not to say
precipitous, sides, here was level or nearly so. A house had once stood
there. The mound of its ruins was unmistakable. In one place a forked
timber stuck up; on one side was a pile of other timbers overgrown with
weeds and shrubbery. There was a spring, too, that had had some sort of
masonry cover, broken now, but with a tiny pool of water at the bottom
of the rocks. There were the remains of an old stone wall that had once
surrounded a garden, of which only a thick, matted banana-patch was
left.
 A banana plant grows to maturity, produces one bunch of bananas, and
then dies. During the time it is doing this a number of young plants
spring up about the parent stalk, and each of these produces its one bunch
of fruit and group of little ones, which in turn go through the same
process. It will be readily seen, therefore, that, with no one to trim out the
old stalks and superfluous young ones, a banana-patch would in the
course of time become a very crowded place, indeed.
This was just what had happened to the Smugglers’ Island patch. How
long it had been left uncared-for no one could tell, but it was now an
impenetrable jungle.
Marian and the children walked all round it, looking for bananas, but
except for several bunches from which the birds had eaten the fruit,
leaving the blackened skins dangling, they saw only one, and that was
too high up for them to reach. It did not look very tempting, anyway. A
little beyond were a few fan palms, but this kind of palm bears no fruit.
Marian sat near the site of the old house, while the children rummaged
about and explored. This was certainly an ideal place in which to hide
from the world, a sunny little spot, sheltered and secluded, for the hill hid
the place from the seaward view, and across the narrow strait lay only the
rocky, thorny tangle of the uninhabited hill of the mainland, with not
even an Indian ranch for miles and miles, Clarence had said. Marian
wondered what chance or incident had caused the abandonment of the
place.
Presently she rose.
“Come, children,” she called, “we were going to catch crabs for
dinner, you know. We must be going back.”
So they went back up the dim little path to Lookout Rock and began to
pick their way down from there as best they could.
“Why, Marian,” called Delbert, “Mr. Pearson has moved the launch. It
is not by the rocks now. Where’s he gone?”
Marian glanced up.
“I guess he thought we were pretty long in coming and has gone
exploring on his own hook,” she said.
“I’ll see,” said Delbert, and he went out to where he could see the
water all around the end of the Island and in to the little pier.
“No,” he said, as he came back, “he has not gone round there.”
They went on down the hill.
“I don’t see why he should move it,” persisted Delbert. “That is the
best place for it on this side of the Island, and this is the best beach for
bathing.”
They went over to where the things were piled up. Pearson had
dumped them all together and thrown one of the launch blankets over
them; and on top of this a note was pinned with two wooden splinters.

MARIAN TOOK IT OFF AND READ IT, AND THEN STOOD

LOOKING AT IT FOR SEVERAL SECONDS

Marian took it off and read it, and then stood looking at it for several
seconds.
“Delbert,” she said quietly, “did you know of any trouble between Mr.
Pearson and Mr. Cunningham?”
“Trouble?” repeated the boy, startled,—“trouble? Why—why, no,—
not—not trouble. Why?”
“Because,” said Marian, still quietly, “Mr. Pearson has stolen the
launch and gone away and left us here.”
 CHAPTER II
FOR SHELTER IN A STORM

D stared with wide eyes for a moment; then he snatched the

note from Marian’s hand to read for himself. He was not much
accustomed to reading writing, but this was very plainly written with a
purple indelible pencil on a leaf torn from a pocket memorandum-book.

Miss Marian,—
Boss Cunningham has done me plenty of dirt and now
he is going to regret it just one gasolene launch. Sorry to
inconvenience a lady and all that, but the kids want to
stay overnight anyway.
Delbert looked up again into his sister’s face; then, dropping the note,
he sped across the sand and up the hillside to where he could get a good
view of the Gulf beyond the bay.
Marian picked up the note, and still stood looking at it.
“How we get home?” inquired Esther.
That was precisely the question that was racing round in Marian’s
brain.
“I don’t know—yet,” she said.
Slowly she took off the blanket that was thrown over the things. The
other blanket was there, too, and all of their things, also the five-gallon
demijohn of filtered water and a tin box of crackers, nearly full, three
cans of corn, and a quart can of tomatoes. She remembered Mr.
Cunningham had said there were some eatables in the locker.
A big crab came slowly up and regarded them. Marian returned his
look gravely. “Yes,” she said, “I see you are there, and we may thank our
stars you are there, too, you and your relations.”
“W-won’t Mr. Pearson come back?” faltered Jennie.
“I am afraid not,” answered Marian.
“But—but what shall we do?”
Marian reached down into her boots, where her heart had sunk, and
pulled up a smile by main force and put it on her lips. A connoisseur in
smiles would have known at a glance that it never grew there of its own
accord, but Jennie was only eight and was not versed in artificial smiles.
“Well, my dear,” said the big sister, “we can’t walk back and we can’t
swim back, so I guess we shall just have to Robinson Crusoe it here till
some one comes after us. When they find we don’t come home, they will
hunt for us, of course. See here,” she added, briskly, pulling out the big
pail Mr. Cunningham had lent them for clams, “you children take this
pail and get some crabs. I will build a fire, and we will have dinner right
away before anything else awful happens to us.”
The children, reassured by her tone and smile, took the pail and trotted
off down the beach. They had caught crabs on the little beaches of the
Rosalies and understood the business. Even Davie got a stick and landed
a few.
Marian gathered some sticks and built a fire in the shade of a big rock.
She had it well started when Delbert came back to her.
“I can see something black away out in the Gulf; probably it is him,”
he said.
“Probably,” she answered.
They brought the things up to the fire and began to unpack the basket.
“I don’t see why he did it!” finally burst forth Delbert with clouded
face and quivering lips.
“Well,” said Marian quietly, “he evidently was a different kind of man
from what we supposed. There are a few such people in the world.”
“But, Marian, no one knows where we are. They wouldn’t know
where to look for us if they were hunting for us.”
“No, but I have been thinking, probably Mr. Pearson doesn’t know
that. What did you say to him last night?”
“Nothing. Mr. Cunningham did the talking. He just called and asked
him if he could go out with a party in the launch to-day, and he said yes
and came over and asked who was going, and when Mr. Cunningham
told him, he asked what time we should want him. It was this morning he
asked me if I knew the way, because he had never been out to any of the
islands, he said.”
“Did you tell Mr. Cunningham where we were going?”
Delbert thought a moment. “No; I just asked could we have the launch
for all day.”
“And you didn’t tell Bobbie or any of the other children?”
“No; I didn’t see any of them last night, and not to talk to this
morning. When I went for the milk, I just said we were going in the
launch. But Bobbie’s mother knew we were going; she brought out the
cape to you.”
“Yes, but she didn’t know where. I never thought to mention it to any
one. When you came back with Jennie’s cape, you told Mr. Faston we
were going to Smugglers’ Island, but unless some of them remember
hearing Clarence tell of it they won’t know where Smugglers’ Island is.”
Delbert shook his head. “Clarence didn’t tell about it to any one but
his folks and us. We had it for a secret. Why, Marian, they won’t know at
all where to look for us!”
“No,” replied Marian steadily; “it was an awfully mean trick for Mr.
Pearson to serve us, even without counting the stealing of the launch, but
you see, Delbert, Mr. Pearson supposes every one knows where
Smugglers’ Island is. He heard what you said to Mr. Faston, and, besides
that, I’ve been thinking, and there was not a single thing said on the way
out this morning that would have led him to suppose we were the only
ones that knew about the place. We talked about my never having been
here before, but not a word but what other people knew. He supposes of
course everybody knows, and that when we do not come home to-night
they will come straight here in the morning.”
“But they won’t,” said the boy. “When we don’t come home they will
think we are camping over. They won’t know till Mr. Cunningham gets
back that we were coming home to-night, and he is not coming back for
two days.”
“Oh, they will all know I wouldn’t have taken you children out
camping with only Mr. Pearson along; besides Bobbie’s mother knows
we didn’t take any bedding along, and even if she didn’t, she would
know that if we had intended to be gone overnight you would have asked
Bobbie to take care of the chickens.”
“Well, anyway, what if they do know we meant to be back? They don’t
know where we are. Hunting the Rosalie Group over won’t find us.”
Then he smiled a little grimly. “Do you know, Marian, it will be the
chickens that will tell them about it? They won’t worry about us to-night;
they will s’pose, of course, we will get in all right; but in the morning all
our chickens and old Peter Duck and Madam Waddle and the whole
brood of ’em will simply swoop down when Bobbie goes to feed his
chickens. Then they will begin to investigate. That’s all the good it will
do them; they won’t find us,” he concluded moodily.
“Marian,” he burst forth presently, unable in his nervous state to put up
with his sister’s silence,—“Marian, what do you think?”
 “Delbert,” she answered, pausing in her work and looking up at him,
“the biggest thing in my mind just now is that bunch of bananas we saw
over on the other side.”
Delbert’s eyes roved over the provisions before him. “How long will
this last us?” he inquired.
“Well, I planned it for perhaps two meals for six people; as it happens,
there are only five to eat it, and we have Mr. Cunningham’s eatables as
well, you remember,”—she gave a little laugh. “You remember he said
we were welcome to them, if we didn’t have enough of ours.”
“Huh! I should think so. You bet Mr. Cunningham would never do a
dirty trick like that. We—we can starve here for all Pearson knows or
cares.”
Marian put down the kettle and went to her brother, with his flushed
face and flashing eyes winking back the tears. She drew the slender little
form into her arms close and tipped up the handsome, quivering little
face.
“Delbert boy, darling,” she said softly, “we are not going to starve. The
children might if you and I were not here, but we are here; there are
clams and crabs for the gathering, and I know a boy who, with his jack-
knife, can make a trap that will catch quail, and I once knew him to kill a
rabbit with a bow and arrow.”
“Yes, and you scolded me for it, too,” he said.
“I did. We didn’t need that bunny rabbit at all, but these babies are
going to need feeding, and we shall have to feed them with whatever we
can get, rabbits or what. And we can take care of them, Delbert, you and
I, till somebody comes. We will do it in spite of Mr. Pearson.”
“Pearson!” said the boy fiercely; “he can just go to—to blazes.”
Marian leaned down and kissed him. “No, dear,” she said lightly, “but
he may go to some other port and let the police catch him and send him
and the launch back to Mr. Cunningham.”
The boy laughed chokily and, twining his arms about his sister’s waist,
held her closely while she stroked his hair.
“No, darling,” she said presently, “we will not worry. You and I can do
a lot of things; you will see. Now, here come the girls with the crabs. We
mustn’t let them be frightened.”
Delbert straightened up. “How many did you get?” he called, and
Marian smiled at the easy cheerfulness of his tone.
“Oh, you will do,” she said approvingly, “you will do.”
 While she cooked and prepared the crabs, she sent the children off
after clams. Under Clarence’s tuition Delbert had become quite an expert
at finding clams, and fortunately they were plentiful. Marian, poor child,
wondered how long one could live on an exclusive diet of crabs and
clams before getting utterly sick and tired of them.
She decided to put everybody on a rather short allowance of bread, so
as to make it last longer and explained it to them when she called them
up to eat. They did not mind; they preferred crabs anyway.
“Marian,” said Delbert, “I can’t think of a thing between Mr. Pearson
and Mr. Cunningham, except that Mr. Cunningham didn’t like his work
when he first came and discharged him from the shop. But he has been
working somewhere else ever since; that needn’t have made him mad.”
“Probably there is something that we don’t know about,” she said.
“Well,” he persisted, “I bet Mr. Cunningham didn’t know about it
either. He wouldn’t have sent him out with us if he hadn’t thought he was
all right. There was a fishline and hooks, too, in the locker,” he
continued. “Did you see anything of them, Marian?”
She shook her head. “He only left us the crackers and canned stuff—
oh, and a box of matches, and I had another one in our basket.”
“How many fires can we build with them?” he asked.
“A good many, but we don’t need to use them; we can keep live coals
over from one time to another, as papa does in the fireplace winters. That
is what we’ll do and use the matches only when we really have to. On a
sunshiny day I could light a fire with the crystal from my watch.”
They had never heard of such a thing, and Jennie and Esther wanted
her to take it off and show them how at once.
Marian declined. “We have a fire now,” she said. “The thing for us to
do is never to let it go out, day or night. If it goes out in spite of us,
because of something we cannot help, then we can build one some other
way.”
“Don’t people on desert islands build signal fires?” asked Delbert.
“Yes, and put out flags of distress, too. We couldn’t keep a fire going
all night, but we could put up one of the towels or the tablecloth
daytimes, and we can build our fire nights where it can be seen out at
sea. And I think about the first thing we’d better do is to get up a
woodpile.”
That was an easy task. There was much driftwood along the beach,
besides the sticks that could be gathered from the hillside; and the