It measured eighteen feet long (but they were Guy’s feet, you must remember) by ten feet wide, at its longest and widest; but it was not quite rectangular because the builder, whoever he was, had been anxious to take advantage of four stout trees that happened to be growing at a convenient distance from each other. The walls consisted of slim tree-trunks, straight as poles, which had been driven into the ground at intervals of from twelve to eighteen inches. There was no need for a door, for many of the gaps were big enough for even a man to get through. Four rough-hewn beams, from which hung tatters of green resinous bark, supported a tarpaulin roof, which was just high enough to let Rex stand upright. The floor was sandy soil, with a tuft of grass growing here and there; and the place was quite empty, showing no signs of previous habitation. ‘My hat!’ exclaimed Rex. ‘This must be a pretty draughty place on a windy night. There’s a lot of work for us here, isn’t there, Guy?
What do You think about The Happy Mariners (1927)?
