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Experiment 2: Ratios

Introduction

The purpose of this introductory laboratory exercise is to investigate how measurement data
are simplified in order to generalize and identify trends in the data. Data concerning two quantities
will be compared as a ratio, which is generally defined as a relationship between numbers or
quantities. A ratio is usually simplified by dividing one number by another.

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Part A: Circles and Proportionality Constants

1. Obtain three different sizes of cups, containers, or beakers with circular bases. Trace around the
bottoms to make three large but different-sized circles on a blank sheet of paper.

Figure 2.1

2. Mark the diameter on each circle by drawing a straight line across the center. Measure each
diameter in mm and record the measurements in Data Table 2.1. Repeat this procedure for each
circle for a total of three trials.

3. Measure the circumference of each object by carefully positioning a length of string around the
object’s base, then grasping the place where the string ends meet. Measure the length in mm and
record the measurements for each circle in Data Table 2.1. Repeat the procedure for each circle for
a total of three trials. Find the ratio of the circumference of each circle to its diameter. Record the
ratio for each trial in Data Table 2.1 on page 23.

4. The ratio of the circumference of a circle to its diameter is known as pi (symbol π), which has a
value of 3.14… (the periods mean many decimal places). Average all the values of π in Data Table
2.1 and calculate the experimental error.
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1. Obtain one cube from the supply of same-sized cubes in the laboratory. Note that a cube has six
sides, or six units of surface area. The side of a cube is also called a face, so each cube has six
identical faces with the same area. The overall surface area of a cube can be found by measuring
the length and width of one face (which should have the same value) and then multiplying
(length)(width)(number of faces). Use a metric ruler to measure the cube, then calculate the
overall surface area and record your finding for this small cube in Data Table 2.2 on page 23.

2. The volume of a cube can be found by multiplying the (length)(width)(height). Measure and
calculate the volume of the cube and record your finding for this small cube in Data Table 2.2.

3. Calculate the ratio of surface area to volume and record it in Data Table 2.2.

4. Build a medium-sized cube from eight of the small cubes stacked into one solid cube. Find and
record (a) the overall surface area, (b) the volume, and (c) the overall surface area to volume ratio,
and record them in Data Table 2.2.

5. Build a large cube from 27 of the small cubes stacked into one solid cube. Again, find and record
the overall surface area, volume, and overall surface area to volume ratio and record your findings
in Data Table 2.2.

6. Describe a pattern, or generalization, concerning the volume of a cube and its surface area to
volume ratio. For example, as the volume of a cube increases, what happens to the surface area to
volume ratio? How do these two quantities change together for larger and larger cubes?

As the volume of a cube increases the surface area to volume ratio approaches zero.

Part C: Mass and Volume

1. Obtain at least three straight-sided, rectangular containers. Measure the length, width, and height
inside the container (you do not want the container material included in the volume). Record these
measurements in Data Table 2.3 (page 23) in rows 1, 2, and 3. Calculate and record the volume of
each container in row 4 of the data table.

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Length

Height

Figure 2.2

2. Measure and record the mass of each container in row 5 of the data table. Measure and record the
mass of each container when “level full” of tap water. Record each mass in row 6 of the data table.
Calculate and record the mass of the water in each container (mass of container plus water minus
mass of empty container, or row 6 minus row 5 for each container). Record the mass of the
water in row 7 of the data table.

Measure the
volume here

Figure 2.3

3. Use a graduated cylinder to measure the volume of water in each of the three containers. Be sure
to get all the water into the graduated cylinder. Record the water volume of each container in
milliliters (mL) in row 8 of the data table.

4. Calculate the ratio of cubic centimeters (cm3) to mL for each container by dividing the volume in
cubic centimeters (row 4 data) by the volume in milliliters (row 8 data). Record your findings in
the data table.

5. Calculate the ratio of mass per unit volume for each container by dividing the mass in grams (row
7 data) by the volume in milliliters (row 8 data). Record your results in the data table.

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 Slowly she went back to her brother who was still in the water, but
before Sue went in she looked carefully to make sure there were no
crabs. Bunny held up on a stick the bunch of seaweed which was what
really had tangled itself around Sue’s legs.
“Play in the water a little longer,” called Mrs. Brown to the children.
“Then we are going to walk around the island.”
“Oh, that’ll be fun!” cried Bunny. “Maybe we’ll find something.
Come on, Sue! I’ve waded enough.”
“So have I,” said his sister. “Do you think we’ll find any flowers,
Mother? I want to get some for Elizabeth.”
“Pooh! A doll doesn’t want any flowers!” cried Bunny. “She can’t
smell them!”
“My Elizabeth doll can smell!” retorted Sue.
“Huh! Make believe!” scoffed Bunny.
“Well, make believe is all right,” and Sue seemed well satisfied with
this.
They sat on the sands until their feet were dry enough to put on their
shoes and stockings. By this time Mr. Brown had finished helping the
two sailors build their hut and was ready to go with his wife and children
for a walk around the island.
“We’ll stay here near the boat,” said Will. “Can’t tell but what some
natives might be hiding in the bushes and would come out to take our
provisions.”
“Yes, that’s so,” agreed Mr. Brown. “But I hardly think any one is on
this island but ourselves.”
“Anyhow, if the ship comes back, some one ought to be here to signal
her,” said Sam.
“Oh, by all means!” said Mrs. Brown. “Wave to her, make a smoky
fire, do anything to let her know we are here, and don’t let her get away
without taking us off.”
Leaving the two sailors on watch, Mr. and Mrs. Brown started to walk
along the shore of the island and away from their little camp. Bunny and
Sue followed. The children were always glad to go walking with their
parents, for there were so many interesting things to see.
 Cocoanut Island was a larger place than Mr. Brown had at first
thought. They went to the top of a little hill not far from the beach, and
from this height they could see that the place where they had been left
ashore was several miles long and about a mile wide.
“It will take us too long to walk around the island,” decided Mr.
Brown, as they came down the hill on the other side. “I think the best
plan will be to walk across the place and see what’s there.”
They did this. In about half an hour, for they did not walk fast, they
reached the other shore. There was a little cove here also, and palm trees
were waving in the wind.
“It isn’t any better, though,” said Mrs. Brown, “than the place where
we have our camp.”
“Yes, it is some better,” said Bunny Brown.
“Why?” asked his father.
“There’s a wooden house here. Look!”
To the surprise of his father and mother, who had not yet seen it,
Bunny pointed out a little house which stood in a clump of palm trees
some distance up the beach.
“It’s a wooden house,” went on Bunny. “And it would be nicer to live
in than the grass hut. Let’s go to the wooden house.”
Mr. and Mrs. Brown were very much surprised.
 CHAPTER XXI
THE WILD MAN

Bunny and Sue would at once have rushed down the sand toward the
funny little wooden house, just as they would have dashed toward the
grass hut when they first saw that. But Mr. Brown called to them to wait.
“We want to see if any one is in that hut before we go too near,” he
said. “Perhaps some one is living there.”
“Oh!” murmured Bunny, and Sue clasped her doll closer as if she
feared some one from the wooden house would come forth to take
Elizabeth.
“Isn’t it rather queer to find a wooden house on an island like this?”
asked Mrs. Brown.
“Yes, it is,” agreed her husband. “This must have been built by a white
man, for natives would not take the trouble to put up anything more than
a leaf or grass hut, which does them very well.”
“However, there doesn’t seem to be any one in that place—neither
native nor white man,” went on Mrs. Brown after a pause, during which
they all looked intently at the small house. “It may be like the hut—
deserted.”
“It seems so,” said her husband, while Bunny and Sue waited for what
would next happen. “Hello in there!” suddenly called Mr. Brown in a
loud voice. “Is any one there?”
No one answered nor did any one come forth. After waiting a little
longer Mr. Brown walked slowly toward the house, followed by his wife
and the children. And as he drew near it Mr. Brown cried out:
“Why, it’s a ship’s deckhouse. This is part of a wrecked ship that has
been washed up on shore. I thought it looked so at the first glimpse I had
of it, and now I am sure. This house is part of a ship.”
“What ship?” Sue Brown wanted to know.
 “That would be hard to say unless the name of the vessel was painted
somewhere on the house,” answered her father. “But let’s look inside.”
When they had done this they found the ship’s house to be well fitted
up for a home. On one side of the place were two berths like those in the
Beacon, only smaller. One of these was arranged with blankets and a
pillow and it looked as if it was ready for some one to sleep in. The
upper berth was not made up, but there was a pile of blankets in it.
In the middle of the little house was a table, and on it were some
dishes. A few boxes served as chairs. In a corner a rough fireplace had
been made of stones, plastered together with mud and sand.
“Some one has been living here!” exclaimed Mrs. Brown.
“Yes,” agreed her husband. “And it looks, from the neatness of it, to
be the home of some sailor. No native would keep the place so nice.”
“Look! Here is a lot of canned food,” said Mrs. Brown, opening the
door of a cupboard. On the shelves were arranged many cans of things to
eat.
“I can guess what has happened,” said Mr. Brown. “The ship, of which
this deckhouse was a part, was wrecked on this island, or near it. There
must have been big waves to have washed the house this far up on the
sand, or else the shipwrecked sailors hauled it here. There must have
been more than one of them to do the work, for the house is heavy.”
“Well, where are the sailors now?” Bunny wanted to know.
“Maybe they went home,” suggested Sue.
“They seem to have deserted the place,” said Mr. Brown. “Like the
grass hut, this place has been lived in, but there is no one here now.”
Mrs. Brown, who had been walking about the place looking at things
here and there, went over to the stone fireplace and held her hand down
near the ashes.
“What’s the matter, Mother, are your hands cold?” asked Sue.
“No, I wanted to see if these ashes were warm,” was the answer. “And
they are!” she called to her husband. “Feel, Walter! These embers aren’t
cold yet! That shows some one has been living here very lately. They
must have gone out just before we came in! They must have cooked their
breakfast here!”
 She stood up and looked at her husband. He came over and put his
hand down near the ashes.
“Yes,” he said, “there has been a fire here within two hours. I am sure
now that there is some one on this island besides ourselves. We must
look about.”
“This is very strange,” said Mrs. Brown. “I wonder who it can be?”
“Some sailor, you can depend on that,” her husband answered. “No
one but a sailor would have things arranged like this. It is in shipshape
fashion. We must send Will and Sam over to look at this. They may be
able to tell from what ship this house was torn away.”
“Could we come and live here?” Bunny asked. “I think it’s nicer than
the grass hut.”
“So do I,” added Sue. “It’s got a door to it that shuts, and windows
with glass in ’em.”
This last was only partly true, for out of the windows, of which there
were two on either side, most of the glass was broken. It was surprising
that even a single pane remained, when one stops to think of the violent
storm that had torn the house loose from the ship.
“I hardly think we had better move our camp over here until we see
who is living here,” said Mr. Brown. “Whoever does, has a right to this
place and they might not like visitors. But if we find that the person who
left this place isn’t coming back, then we would have a right to come
here. Let’s look about a bit outside.”
There were several chests and boxes in the deckhouse, but these Mr.
Brown did not open, though they were not locked. He wanted first to
find out what sort of person or persons had been living in the place,
cooking over the fireplace and sleeping in the lower bunk.
However, there was little outside to tell anything. Scattered about the
beach were broken boxes and barrels and what seemed to be part of a
wrecked vessel of some sort.
“It was a sailing ship and not a steamer, that much is sure,” said Mr.
Brown, as he and the children picked up pieces of wood. “If we could
find out the name we would know more about the wreck.”
Mrs. Brown was growing curious, now that it was certain some one
else was on the island besides themselves. She wondered who he was
and how long he had been here.
“If we could only find out who it is,” she said to her husband.
“We will in a little while, I’m sure,” he said. “The place isn’t very
big.”
“But there are many places to conceal one,” Mrs. Brown went on, a
sudden thought coming to her. “The cocoanut palm trees and bushes are
very thick. Even now some one may be hiding and looking out on us.”
“Whoever has been living in that house,” said Mr. Brown, turning to
glance at it, “is a white man, I’m sure. He wouldn’t hide and spy out on
us. He would be only too glad to see us, for if he is here by himself he
must be very lonesome. What I think is that he has had his breakfast and
has gone off hunting or fishing to get something more to eat. Probably he
is tired of living on canned food and wants some fresh meat or fish.”
“I wish he’d let me help him fish,” put in Bunny Brown. “I could fish
here all right, couldn’t I, Daddy?” he asked.
“If we had a hook and line we might,” was the answer. “But we didn’t
bring any of those things with us.”
“They might be in the boat,” suggested Mrs. Brown. “So many things
were in her that I feel quite sure it will contain a fishing outfit.”
“Perhaps,” assented her husband. “But now we had better go back to
camp and tell Will and Sam what we have found.”
“I think that would be best,” said Mrs. Brown. “They, being sailors,
would know what sort of ship this house came from. And when we
return this man—whoever he may be—will probably be back. Then we
can see who he is.”
Bunny and Sue had wandered off a little way from their parents during
this talk. They now came running back, somewhat out of breath and
much excited.
“I think—” panted Bunny, “I think he’s coming back now!”
“Who?” asked his father.
“The man that lives in this house.”
“And he’s a wild man!” gasped Sue.
“A wild man?” echoed her mother.
 “Yes, he’s got long black hair and long black whiskers and he looks
funny. There he goes now! Look!”
Both children pointed to an opening in the bushes and Mr. and Mrs.
Brown saw a strange figure running away. As Sue had said, he did,
indeed, look like a “wild man,” for his hair was long and straggly and his
beard was so lengthy that it flowed over his shoulders as he ran.
“Look!” cried Bunny. “He’s a wild man all right!”
 CHAPTER XXII
SEARCHING FOR THE WILD MAN

With a cry of surprise Mr. Brown would have run after the strange
being—whether he was really a wild man or not remained to be seen—
but Mrs. Brown caught her husband by the arm and held him back.
“What’s the matter?” asked Mr. Brown. “I want to catch that fellow
and find out who he is.”
“Had you better go?” asked his wife. “Would it be safe?”
“Why, I’m not afraid of him!” laughed the father of Bunny and Sue.
“He’s afraid of us. See how he ran!”
“Yes, but there may be others besides him,” said Mrs. Brown. “They
may be hiding in the bushes and they may have sent him on ahead to spy
on us. Besides, if you go away from us, this man might circle around and
scare Bunny and Sue.”
“We’re not afraid of being scared by a wild man,” declared the little
boy.
“Perhaps I had better not leave you to chase this man,” said Mr.
Brown, after thinking it over. “We’ll go back to our grass-hut camp and
I’ll get Will and Sam to come with me. We’ll chase this fellow and find
out who he is. He looks to me like a white man.”
“I think he is a white man,” agreed Mrs. Brown. “But perhaps he has
been shipwrecked and living on this island so long by himself that he is
out of his mind and has gone wild.”
“Maybe,” her husband admitted. “Anyhow, Will and Sam and I will
search for him. Well, we’ve had some surprises to-day, and now it will be
best, I think, to go back to our own little camp. Though if this wild man
isn’t going to use his comfortable little house I’d like to have it to live
in.”
“It is better than the hut,” Mrs. Brown said. “But we couldn’t come
here until that fellow is caught,” and she waved her hand toward the
underbrush in which the strange creature had vanished. “It’s his.”
 Bunny and Sue looked with wide-open eyes in the same direction
hoping, yet also half fearing, to catch another glimpse of the man with
the long black hair and beard. But he did not show himself.
Climbing up over the ridge of low hills which ran down the middle of
Cocoanut Island, the castaways were soon nearing the little bay where
they had first landed.
“I hope Will and Sam have seen the Beacon and have signaled for her
to take us off,” said Mrs. Brown.
“I hardly think the ship has returned,” Mr. Brown said. “If she had we
would have heard her whistle. But she will be here by night or by to-
morrow morning, I’m sure.”
“Anyhow, we’re having fun here,” said Bunny Brown. “I liked it on
the rolling ocean, but I like it just as much on Cocoanut Island.”
“So do I,” agreed Sue. “And please, Mother, could I have some more
cocoanut juice to drink?”
“Yes, when we get to the hut you may have come cocoanut milk,” her
mother said.
Will and Sam, who had been busy making their hut comfortable as a
place to spend the night in case the ship did not come back, were much
surprised to hear about the little wooden house and about the wild man.
“He’s a shipwrecked sailor, like enough,” declared Will.
“We’ll see if we can catch him after lunch,” Mr. Brown remarked.
“Poor fellow, he may have been frightened on seeing us.”
Some cocoanuts were opened and the milk drained off into cups for
the children to drink.
Mrs. Brown prepared a simple meal, doing the best she could with the
canned goods from the boat’s lockers. She looked it over and noted that
they had enough to last them a week or more.
“But I hope we don’t have to stay here that long,” she told her
husband.
“If our food gives out we can ask the wild man to let us have a share
of his,” Mr. Brown said, with a laugh. “And he might be glad to have
some one to keep him company.”
 After talking the matter over it was decided to let Will and Sam go
together to look at the deckhouse on the other side of the island, while
Mr. Brown stayed with his wife and children near the grass huts. It was
thought the two sailors could perhaps tell from what vessel the wooden
house had been torn.
“And if you see the wild man try to find out who he is,” suggested Mr.
Brown.
“We will,” promised the sailors as they started off after lunch.
Bunny wanted to go with them, and of course Sue clamored to go
where her brother did. But their father and mother would not allow this.
“I’m not afraid of the wild man!” boasted Bunny.
“I wouldn’t be if Sam and Will would stand in front of me,” said Sue,
at which the others laughed.
Left to themselves in the camp of the grass huts, Mr. and Mrs. Brown
sat talking for a while on the strange happening that had made them
castaways on Cocoanut Island.
“When I heard poor Mr. Pott telling how he had been shipwrecked,”
said Mrs. Brown, “I little thought how soon we would be in the same
plight.”
“We aren’t exactly shipwrecked,” objected her husband.
“It’s almost as bad,” she replied, smiling. “We’re marooned on this
island with a wild man.”
“Maybe Will and Sam will tame him,” Mr. Brown said, with a laugh.
Bunny, having caught the name of Mr. Pott, came over to his father
and mother to ask:
“Did we have any letters from Mr. Pott? Did he say he liked the apples
I took to him?”
“And the flowers?” cried Sue. “I took flowers!”
“No, we haven’t heard from Mr. Pott,” said Daddy Brown. “The only
way we could have heard while aboard the Beacon would have been by
radio, and I guess poor Mr. Pott isn’t able to send any wireless
messages.”
 “Poor old man!” murmured Mrs. Brown. “I wonder whether he’s
heard from his lost son?”
“And about the treasure!” added Bunny. “He wanted the treasure,
too!”
“Yes. But I’m afraid he’ll never find either,” said Mr. Brown. The
children were playing about on the sand, now and then tossing stones
and shells into the water, when they saw their father looking at a tall,
straight palm tree which grew near the shore. He went into the hut where
they had slept and came out with a piece of canvas—a small end of the
tarpaulin that had been put over the leaky hut.
“What you going to do, Daddy?” Bunny wanted to know.
“I was thinking of putting up a flag on this tree when Sam and Will
come back,” was the answer.
“A flag?” cried Bunny. “What for? Is this the Fourth of July?”
“No,” answered his father with a laugh. “Though it is quite warm
enough for that. No, I want a flag to fly in the wind so those on the
Beacon will see it when they come back and know we are still here. It is
to be a signal flag, not a regular flag.”
“I thought it looked like a funny flag,” replied Bunny. “It hasn’t any
stars or stripes or anything.”
“No, we don’t need that for a signal flag,” said Mr. Brown, as he
looked at the piece of weather-stained canvas in his hand. “Anything that
will flutter in the wind will do. You see the Beacon may circle about and
come back to the island from the other side. But if they come back on
this side they will know where we are. Yes, this tree will make a good
flag pole. I’ll have Will or Sam climb it and fasten on this piece of
canvas when they come back.”
“Will they bring the wild man back with them when they come?” Sue
asked.
“Perhaps,” said Mr. Brown.
Immediately Sue began to run toward the hut.
“Where are you going?” called her mother.
“I’m going to hide Elizabeth where the wild man can’t find her,”
answered the little girl.
 “Oh, don’t be silly!” said her mother. “The wild man is only a poor
shipwrecked sailor, I’m sure, perhaps out of his mind a little on account
of living alone so long. He won’t hurt you nor your doll, Sue. Don’t be
foolish.”
This made Sue feel a little ashamed of herself, and she and Bunny
played about the beach, again taking off their shoes and stockings and
going in wading.
Meanwhile Will and Sam were searching for the wild man. They soon
found the little wooden house, discovered by Bunny Brown, and went
inside. No one was there, and the sailors began looking about to see if
they could tell from what ship it had been torn by a storm.
While they were looking about them, not disturbing anything in the
house, however, Will suddenly called:
“Hark! I hear a noise outside!”
“Maybe it’s the wild man!” said Sam.
 CHAPTER XXIII
CAUGHT

The two sailors each had the same thought. They wanted to catch this
strange man, whether or not he was really wild. So when Will and Sam,
who were inside the queer little wooden house, heard that noise outside
they at once thought they had a chance to catch the wild man, if it should
prove to be that person who had caused the sound.
“Lay low and go easy,” whispered Will to Sam. “I’ll take a look out
and see if it’s him.”
“Go ahead,” whispered Sam.
Very quietly Will went on his tiptoes to the door and looked out.
Instantly he darted back inside the little house again.
“Did you see him?” asked Sam.
“Yes, he’s coming up the path. He must have stepped on a stick that
broke and made that noise. But he’s coming right up here—it’s his home,
you know. When he comes inside we’ll grab him.”
“All right,” agreed Sam. “But it’s sort of rough to treat a man like that
when he comes into his own house. You wouldn’t like that, Will, and I
wouldn’t either.”
“No, maybe not,” agreed the other sailor, “But this is for his own
good. We aren’t going to hurt the wild man. We want to be friends with
him. But very likely he’s so wild he won’t trust us. All we want to do is
to talk to him and tell him we’ll be friends and help him.”
“Oh, well, I guess that’s all right,” agreed Sam.
“Besides,” went on Will, “we don’t want this fellow with his long hair
and beard scaring Bunny and Sue.”
“No, that’s so,” admitted Sam. “He is sort of scary looking,” he added,
as he peered from the window and saw the wild man, as they called him,
coming up the path that led to the little wooden house amid the cocoanut
trees. “He looks like some monkeys I’ve seen in the jungle,” added Sam.
 “Yes, he’s a queer chap,” said Will. “Now don’t make any noise and
we’ll catch him.”
The sailors had talked in whispers since the noise had told them the
stranger was approaching. They now placed themselves, one on either
side of the door, to be ready to grab the fellow when he should come in.
From where they stood, Will and Sam could watch the wild man coming
along.
Every few seconds he would stop and seem to be listening with all his
might. He had seen some strangers in his house, and though these
strangers were kind people, who meant him no harm, the wild man did
not know that, for he had been alone so long that he had grown a little
queer.
After listening two or three times and hearing no sound from his house
(for Will and Sam kept very quiet) the man walked on again. He was
now within ten feet of the place and was walking a little faster.
The sailors had a good look at him. Truly he seemed a wild person.
His clothes were tattered and torn and in one hand he carried a big club
with a knob on the end. But it was his long hair and long and matted
beard that gave him the wildest look.
“He looks just like the wild man in the circus!” whispered Sam.
“Keep quiet!” whispered Will. “He’ll hear you!”
But the strange man did not appear to hear the sailors. He came on, a
little more slowly now, and was almost at the door. Will and Sam were
on their tiptoes, ready to jump and grab the fellow, when, all of a sudden,
Sam went:
“A-ker-choo!”
It was such a loud sneeze that it made Will jump and it frightened the
man outside. He jumped, too—jumped up in the air. Perhaps he thought
that when Sam sneezed “A-ker-choo!” he said: “I’ll catch you!”
At any rate, some sneezes do sound like that, and it is no wonder the
strange man was startled. In another moment he turned around and ran
toward the woods.
“Now you’ve done it!” cried Will. “You’ve scared him, Sam!”
“I didn’t go for to do it!” said Sam, quite ashamed of himself. “I sure
didn’t go for to do it!”
 “No matter, you did it!” said Will. “Now we’ve got to run after him
and catch him! Come on!”
Will dashed out of the little house followed by Sam, and the two raced
after the wild man. But the queer chap had a head start of the sailors,
and, as you know, sailors are not very good runners at best.
Their legs get warped and twisted from steadying themselves on
rolling ships so much, maybe.
At any rate, the wild man was well ahead of Sam and Will. And he
knew just where to run—which paths to take through the woods. This the
sailors did not know.
So, after a short chase the two sailors lost sight of the wild man. Then
it was useless for Will and Sam to keep on after him.
“He got away!” said Sam.
“And all your fault, too,” declared Will. “What did you have to go and
sneeze for?”
“I couldn’t help it,” declared Sam. “Can you stop a sneeze when you
want to?”
“Well, maybe not,” agreed Will. “But we’ll have to go back and tell
Mr. Brown we saw this fellow but couldn’t catch him.”
“We’ll have another try for him,” said Sam. “But while we’re here,
let’s finish looking around his house. Maybe we can find what ship this
came from.”
“All right,” agreed Will.
While the wild man was running as fast as he could to get away from
those he probably thought were his enemies, Will and Sam went back to
the little wooden house.
They had not looked around very long before Sam saw something that
caused him to grasp Will by the arm and point, saying:
“Look at that!”
What Sam pointed to was a name painted on a piece of wood behind
one of the chests in the little house. The wood was broken off from a
lifeboat, it seemed.
 “The Mary Bell!” read Will, for those were the words. “That’s the
name of the ship that was wrecked, Sam. That’s where this deckhouse
came from—the Mary Bell.”
“Yes,” agreed the other sailor. “And—don’t you remember?—the
Mary Bell was the name of the schooner that Mr. Pott sailed on—the Mr.
Pott that Bunny and Sue told us about. You know, the man that was
pitched off his horse and they took him green apples and buttercups in
the hospital. Don’t you remember?”
“Of course I do,” said Will. “Then Mr. Pott’s schooner, the Mary Bell,
must have been wrecked on this island. This deckhouse from the wreck
was washed up on shore and this wild man has been living in it. But
there was another man—Mr. Pott’s son, you know—a fellow named
Harry, so Bunny tells. What became of him?”
“That we don’t know,” replied Sam. “Nor what became of the
treasure, either. But this is where the Mary Bell was wrecked.”
“Come on!” cried Will, greatly excited. “We’ll go back and tell Mr.
Brown and then we’ll try to catch this wild man.”
As the sailors turned to cross Cocoanut Island and go back to the
palm-hut camp, Bunny and Sue were getting ready to catch the same
wild man—only the children did not know it.
After Will and Sam had gone that morning and while Mr. and Mrs.
Brown were talking matters over and wondering when the Beacon would
come back, Bunny and Sue went a little way from camp to look about
and play.
“Don’t go too far away, my dears,” called Mrs. Brown. “We don’t
want you to get lost.”
“We won’t,” promised Bunny.
He and Sue found some beautiful scarlet blossoms growing near the
spring of water.
“Oh, how lovely! Don’t you wish we had some like these to take to
Mr. Pott in the hospital, Bunny?”
“Yes, I do,” said the little boy. “Mr. Pott would like these. And he’d
like cocoanuts, too!”
“Let’s take some home for him!” proposed Sue, going toward them.
 Before Bunny could answer there was a rustling in the bushes near the
children. At first they thought it was just another cocoanut falling from a
tree, for this often happened. But a moment later Sue, looking up, saw
something that made her cry out:
“Look, Bunny! The wild man!”
Bunny glanced up and saw, thrusting itself out of the bushes, the head
and face of the strange creature with his matted hair and long, straggly
beard.
Sue was just going to run and Bunny was going to follow her when the
wild man spoke. In a very gentle voice he said:
“Don’t be afraid, children! I wouldn’t hurt you for the world. I’m not
half as wild as I look. I’m only a poor, shipwrecked sailor. I live in the
little wooden house. There is some one in my house now, and that’s why
I ran away from it. But don’t be afraid of me. I won’t harm you.”
“I—now—I’m not afraid,” declared Bunny.
“That’s right, my little chap—don’t be afraid! I wouldn’t hurt any
one,” went on the man. “I have been very sick, and I guess I must have
been out of my head. That’s why I ran away when I first saw you. But
now I’m right again. I want to get off this island. Have you folks a boat?
If you have we can sail away in her. Oh, I have been so lonesome here! I
want to get away. Have you a boat?”
“My father has a boat,” said Bunny. “But we came off a steamer and
it’s coming back for us.”
“That’s good!” cried the man, no longer wild. He dropped the club he
carried and walked slowly toward Bunny and Sue.
“Please take me to your father, children,” he begged. “I’ll tell him who
I am and how I happened to be wrecked. Oh, I am so glad there is a
chance to get off this island! Come, children, take me to your father.”
He held out his hands. Bunny took one and Sue the other. Then the
children went back to their father and mother.
Thus it was that Bunny Brown and his sister Sue caught the “wild
man.”
 CHAPTER XXIV
THE SHIP COMES BACK

The stranger spoke so kindly to them and seemed so sad and forlorn,
that the hearts of Bunny and his sister Sue went out to the poor man.
And you can well imagine how surprised Mr. and Mrs. Brown were
when, as they sat under the cocoanut trees talking about when the
Beacon would come back, they saw their children coming down a little
hill hand in hand with the strange wild man.
“Look!” cried Mrs. Brown.
Mr. Brown rubbed his eyes as though he could not believe what he
saw. Then he cried:
“My gracious, it’s the wild man!”
Bunny and Sue walked nearer, still hand in hand with the long-haired
and matted-bearded man, and when they were close enough to be heard
Sue called out:
“We caught the wild man!”
And Bunny added:
“But he isn’t going to be wild any more and he wants to come on our
ship when it comes back!”
Before Mr. or Mrs. Brown could say anything the man hurried toward
them and exclaimed:
“It’s just as the children say! They have caught me, but I was willing
to be caught. And I guess I have been a bit wild, living here all alone on
this island. I’ve been sick—that made me out of my head, I reckon—and
I did all sorts of queer things. That’s why I ran away when I first saw you
people. I hope I didn’t scare you.”
“We didn’t know what to think. I’m very sorry,” said Mrs. Brown.
“I’m tame now,” and the man smiled at the children. “But tell me,” he
went on, “is it true that you are off a ship and that the vessel is coming
back for you?”
“We hope so,” said Mrs. Brown.
“Oh, yes, the Beacon will surely come back,” said Mr. Brown. “She
went away because of some accident, I’m sure. She may be back this
very day.”
“Do you think they will take me off?” asked the man.
“Of course, if you want to leave the island,” said Mr. Brown.
“I certainly do want to leave the island!” cried the man. “I have been
here nearly a year, and I am sick and tired of the place—living all alone.
That’s what made me wild, I think—no other soul on this island but me. I
was shipwrecked and cast up here. I used to live in that hut,” and he
pointed to the grass-and-palm-leaf shelter where the Browns had slept.
“I lived there a week,” said the man, “and then another, storm, coming
after the one that wrecked my ship, tossed up on shore the deckhouse and
some other things. So I took up my home in the wooden cabin.”
“It’s a nice little house,” remarked Bunny. “I like it.”
“Could we play there a little while?” Sue asked.
“As much as you like,” said the wild man who was now tame. “But
were you shipwrecked?” he asked Mr. Brown.
“Oh, no,” answered the children’s father, and then he told how the
Beacon had run on a sand-bar and how the boatload had come to the
island and how the ship, for some strange reason, had steamed away,
leaving them there.
Mr. Brown was just going to ask the stranger his name and the name
of his shipwrecked vessel when over the hill Sam and Will came
running. They had not caught the wild man, but they were eager to tell
Mr. Brown about discovering the name Mary Bell in the wrecked
deckhouse.
When the two sailors saw the “wild man” peacefully talking to their
friends, Sam and Will could hardly believe their eyesight. They came to
a sudden stop, their mouths open.
“Look! Look!” murmured Will. “There’s the wild man!”
“We caught him!” cried Bunny. “My sister Sue and I—we caught the
wild man!”
 “And he isn’t wild any more!” added Sue.
“Shiver my marlinspike!” cried Will.
“Come here and we’ll tell you the story,” said Mr. Brown, with a laugh
at the surprise of the sailors.
“But first we have something to tell you,” said Sam. “We looked about
in the wooden house—that is, after I sneezed and scared this man away.”
“Oh, was it you who sneezed?” asked the former wild man.
“Yes,” said Sam. “But I didn’t mean to.”
“Anyhow, it turned out all right,” said Will. “But what Sam is trying to
tell you is that we found the name Mary Bell on part of a lifeboat in the
deckhouse. We remembered you folks said that was the name of the
schooner your friend Philip Pott was wrecked on. The Mary Bell was
wrecked here.”
“Of course she was!” cried the “wild man,” as Bunny and Sue still
called him in their minds. “I was cast ashore on this island from the
wreck of the Mary Bell. I was second mate aboard of her. And did I hear
you mention the name Philip Pott? I thought I heard the children when I
walked up to them speak of a Mr. Pott, but I couldn’t be sure of it.”
“Yes, we were talking about taking Mr. Pott some flowers and
cocoanuts,” explained Bunny.
“He fell off his horse and he’s in the hospital,” said Sue. “And he
wants to find his son Harry and the treasure.”
“Why, I’m his son Harry!” cried the wild man. “That’s my name! I’m
Harry Pott and my father is Philip Pott! I wonder if it can be the same
one?”
“It must be,” said Mr. Brown. “There could hardly be two men of the
same name wrecked from the Mary Bell. I remember hearing the Mr.
Pott who was hurt near our house say that the name of his schooner was
Mary Bell.”
“That’s the one!” cried the former wild man. “Oh, at last I have trace
of my father! I feared he was drowned with the rest of the crew when the
Mary Bell was wrecked. Oh, tell me more about my father! I am happier
than in many a long day!”