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Strauch, Dora; Brockmann, Walter / Satan came to Eden

Chapter III: We find our Eden,   pp. 34-49

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Satan Came to Eden 
  None of the travelers' accounts of Floreana which we had come 
across had run to mapping out the island with its special features, 
nor had they vouchsafed any indication as to where the springs 
were situated or how far they were from one another. In spite 
of having in the Casa Matrix a stout house ready to receive us, we 
did not for a moment consider making Post Office Bay our resi- 
dence. I did not like the place, and Frederick did not want to live 
so close to the island's edge. 
  Far from spending our first day in idle and romantic contempla- 
tion of our new domain, or aimless roaming, no sooner had we 
risen than Frederick was already planning the day's task-an expe- 
dition of discovery, in search of the springs. 
  While we were waiting to set out, I noticed how the young 
plant shoots that we had brought with us and left outside the 
cabin had all been badly nibbled by the chickens which the set- 
tlers had left behind. As I watched the half-starved creatures 
anxiously scratching the ground for what meager nourishment they 
could find there, I did not resent their having pilfered our banana 
and sugar cane, but resolved that wherever we lived, I should have 
a coop where I would keep them and give them proper food. I 
did not like to feel that such harmless, useful creatures should be 
simply neglected and left to starve. 
  The Indio boy Hugo warned us to take care that all our food- 
stuffs were put well out of the way of ants and other insects before 
we left. We took his advice, knowing what would happen if we 
did not, for we had been told about the depredations caused by 
ants upon the island. The sugar went into a disused gasoline can 
which we suspended from the roof. These protective measures 
duly carried out, we then filled our rucksacks with provisions for 
three days, for we did not know how far our exploration would 
take us nor what adventures might prevent our returning to the 
house the same day. It was well that we did so. 
  The Norwegian settlers, among other legacies, had left two 
dogs behind. These were Hugo's good friends, and they crowded 
barking round him now like a pack of hunters. They were a kind 
of setter, less wild than most of the other animals on the island 
which had emancipated themselves from domestication. They too 

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