"I know it," said Townsend; "but when I hike fifteen or twenty feet to
the north coast of the island and then the island swings around and I
find I'm on the south coast, I've got to hike all the way across the
island again to get to the north coast and when I get there I find I'm
on the west coast. Then I cross to the east coast and in about a
minute I find I'm on the southern shore.
"No matter where I go I'm somewhere else; it's discouraging. I've
walked forty-eleven miles since supper trying to keep on the western
coast and here I am on the north--wait a minute--the eastern coast. If
this Island won't stay still I can't explore it."
"I tell you what we can do," said Pee-wee; "we can penetrate the
interior, then we'll always be in the same place."
So they penetrated the interior and sprawled on the ground and chatted.
"When we find another member," said Pee-wee, "we'll have a full patrol
and then we'll have to start a scout record and write down a
description of the island and everything we see, because scouts have to
do that because they have to be observant and they have to be accurate
when they describe things."
"Would you say that this little tree is near the west coast of the
island?" Townsend asked. "I've followed it around for the last half
hour and I don't know where it is except it's here."
"Here isn't a place," said Roly Poly.
"Sure it is," shouted Pee-wee; "here is just as much a place as there."
"More," said Townsend.
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