As our travelers were sitting together, each occupied with his own
melancholy thoughts, after the dispersion of the clouds and the
anticipated relief, the Major said--
"It is useless our remaining here; we must all perish if we do not
proceed, and it would be better for us to yoke and travel by night; the
animals will bear the journey better, and the people will not be so
inclined to brood over their misfortunes when on the march as when thus
huddled together here, and communicating their lamentations to
dishearten each other. It is now nine o'clock; let us yoke and push on
as far as we can."
"I agree with you, Major," said Alexander; "what do you say, Swinton?"
"I am convinced that it will be the best plan, so let us rouse up the
people at once. There is the roar of a lion at some distance, and we
have no fires to scare them off."
"The creaking of the wagon-wheels will be better than nothing," replied
the Major.
The Hottentots were roused, and the orders given to yoke: the poor
fellows were all sound asleep; for a Hottentot, when he hungers or
thirsts, seeks refuge from all his miseries in sleep. The oxen were
yoked, and they proceeded; but hardly had they gone a mile, when the
roar of three or four lions, close upon them, caused such alarm to the
horses and the oxen which were not yoked that they started off in full
gallop in a northerly direction.
Alexander, the Major, and Omrah, who were the best mounted, immediately
set off in pursuit of them, desiring Swinton to proceed with the
caravan, and they would drive on the cattle and join him. They galloped
off as well as the horses could gallop, and perceived the stray horses
and oxen still at full speed, as if they were chased by the lions. They
followed in the direction, but it was now so dark that they were guided
only by the clatter of their hoofs and their shoes in the distance; and
after a chase of four or five miles they had lost all vestiges of them,
and pulled up their panting steeds.
"We may as well go back again," said Alexander; "the animals must have
made a circuit."
"I suppose so," said the Major; "but my horse trembles so, that I had
better dismount for a little while, that he may recover himself; indeed,
so had you too and Omrah, for the animals are completely worn out."
"The clouds are rising again," said Alexander; "I trust that we may not
be disappointed a second time."
"Yes, and there is lightning again in the horizon--may the Almighty help
us in our distress," exclaimed the Major.
The horses, exhausted from want of water, continued to pant so
fearfully, that it was nearly half an hour before they ventured to
mount, that they might return to the caravan. In the meantime the
heavens had become wholly obscured by the clouds, and there was every
prospect of a heavy shower; at last a few drops did fall.
"Thank God!" exclaimed Alexander, as he lifted his face up to the
heavens, to feel the drops as they fell. "Now let us return."
They mounted their horses and set off, but the stars were no longer
visible to guide them, and they proceeded on at a slow pace, uncertain
whether they were right or wrong. This they cared little about; their
thoughts were upon the coming rain, which they so anxiously awaited. For
more than three hours they were tantalized by the lightning flashing and
the thunder pealing, every moment expecting the flood-gate of the
heavens to be opened; but, as before, they were doomed to
disappointment. Before the morning dawned the clouds had again
retreated; and when the sky was clear, they found by the stars that
their horses' heads were turned to the northward and eastward.
They altered their course in silence, for they were worn out and
despondent; they suffered dreadfully from thirst, and it was pitiable to
see the tongues of the poor horses hanging out of their mouths. Day
dawned, and there were no signs of the caravan. A thick vapor was rising
from every quarter, and they hoped that when it cleared up they would be
more fortunate; but no, there was the same monotonous landscape, the
same carpet of flowers without perfume. The sun was now three hours
high, and the heat was intense; their tongues clove to the roofs of
their mouths, while still they went on over flowery meads; but neither
forest nor pool, nor any trees which might denote the bed of the river,
caught their earnest gaze.
"This is dreadful," said Alexander, at last, speaking with difficulty.
"We are lost, that is certain," said the Major; "but we must trust in
God."
"Yes, we may now say, Lord help us, or we perish," replied Alexander.
At this moment, little Omrah, who had been behind, rode up to them, and
offered them one of the Hottentots' pipes, which he had lighted saying,
"Smoke,--not feel so bad." Alexander took it, and after a few whiffs
found that it had the effect or producing a little saliva, and he handed
it to the Major, who did the same, and felt immediate relief.
They continued to walk their horses in a southerly direction; but the
heat was now so great, that it became almost insufferable, and at last
the horses stood still. They dismounted and drove their horses slowly
before them over the glowing plain; and now the mirage deluded and
tantalized them in the strangest manner. At one time Alexander pointed
with delight (for he could not speak) to what he imagined to be the
wagons; they pushed on, and found that it was a solitary quagga,
magnified thus by the mirage. Sometimes they thought that they saw lakes
of water in the distance, and hastened on to them; and then they fancied
they were close to rivers and islands, covered with luxuriant foliage,
but still were doomed to disappointment; as all was the result of the
highly-rarefied air, and the refraction of the sun's rays on the sultry
plain. What would they have given for a bush even to afford them any
shelter from the noonday sun, for the crowns of their heads appeared as
if covered with live coal, and their minds began to wander. The poor
horses moved at the slowest pace, and only when driven on by Omrah, who
appeared to suffer much less than his masters. Every now and then he
handed to them the pipe, but at last even that had no longer any relief.
Speech had been for some hours totally lost. Gradually the sun sunk down
to the horizon, and as his scorching rays became less intense they to a
certain degree recovered their wandering senses.
At night they sat down by the side of the horses, and, worn out with
fatigue and exhaustion, fell into a troubled sleep; a sleep which, if it
relieved their worn-out frames, condemned them to the same tantalizing
feelings as had been created by the mirage during the day. They dreamed
that they were in the bowers of paradise, hearing heavenly music;
passing from crystal stream to stream, slaking their thirst at each,
and reclining on couches of verdant green. Every thing that was
delightful appeared to them in their dreams; they were in the abodes of
bliss, and thus did they remain for an hour or two, when they were
wakened up by the roar of a lion, which reminded them that they were
without food or water in the desert.
They awoke speechless with thirst, their eyes inflamed, and their whole
bodies burning like a coal, and the awful roar of the lion still
reverberated along the ground. They started on their legs, and found
Omrah close to them, holding the bridles of the horses, which were
attempting to escape. They were still confused, when they were fully
restored to their waking senses by a second roar of the lion still
nearer to them; and by the imperfect light of the stars they could now
distinguish the beast at about one hundred yards' distance. Omrah put
the bridles of their two horses in their hands, and motioned them to go
on in the direction opposite to where the lion was. They did so without
reflection, mechanically obeying the directions of the man-child, and
not perceiving that Omrah did not follow them. They had advanced about
one hundred yards with the terrified animals, when another loud roar was
followed up by the shriek of the other horse, announcing that he had
become a victim to the savage animal. They both started, and dropping
the reins of their horses, hastened with their rifles to the help of
Omrah, of whose absence they now for the first time were aware; but they
were met half-way by the boy, who contrived to say with difficulty,
"Lion want horse, not little Bushman." They waited a few seconds, but
the cries of the poor animal, and the crushing and cracking of its
bones, were too painful to hear; and they hastened on and rejoined the
other horses, which appeared paralyzed with fear, and had remained
stationary.
They again led their horses on for an hour, when they arrived at a small
pile of rocks; there they again lay down, for they were quite exhausted
and careless of life. Not even the roar of a lion would have aroused
them now, or if it had roused them they would have waited for the
animal to come and put an end to their misery. But another and a softer
noise attracted the quick ear of Omrah, and he pushed Alexander, and put
his finger up to induce him to listen.
Having listened a little longer, Omrah made signs to Alexander and the
Major to follow him. The noise which Omrah had heard was the croaking of
a frog, which denoted water at hand, and the sniffing of the horses
confirmed him in his supposition. Omrah led the way through the rocks,
descending lower and lower; and ever and anon listening to the noise of
the animal, till he perceived the stars of heaven above reflected in a
small pool, which he pointed out to Alexander and the Major. Down they
dropped to earth and drank, and as soon as their thirst was satisfied
they rose, and pushed Omrah forward to make him drink also; and as the
boy who had saved their lives was drinking, they kneeled down and
prayed--not loud, for they had not yet recovered their speech; but if
ever grateful prayers were offered up to the Almighty throne, they were
by our two travelers, as they kneeled by the side of this small pool.
They rose and hastened to their horses, and led them down to the water,
when the poor animals filled themselves almost to bursting, walked away,
and returned to drink more. They also repeated their draught several
times, and then lay down, and would have fallen asleep by the side of
the pool had not Omrah, who could now speak freely, said, "No, no; lion
come here for water; up the rock again and sleep there--I bring horses."
This good advice was followed, and when they had gained the summit of
the rising ground they again lay down and slept till daylight.
When they awoke, they found themselves much refreshed, but they now
felt--what they had not done during their extreme suffering from
thirst--the craving pangs of hunger. Omrah was fast asleep, and the
horses picking among the herbage, about two hundred yards off.
"We have much to thank God for," said Alexander to the Major.
"We have indeed, and, next to divine aid, we have to thank that poor
boy. We have been as children in his hands, and we are indebted to him
and his resources for our lives this night. I could not speak yesterday,
nor could you; but his courage in remaining with the horse as an
offering to the lion I shall not forget."
"He is a child of the desert," replied Alexander; "he has been brought
up among lions, and where there is scarcity of water, and he has most
wonderfully guided us in our path; but we are still in the desert, and
have lost our companions. What must we do? Shall we attempt to regain
the caravan, or push off to the westward, to fall in with the river
again?"
"We will talk of this an hour hence," replied the Major; "let us now go
down to the pool, and as soon as I have had a drink I will try if I can
not kill something for a meal. My hunger is now almost as great as was
my thirst."
"And mine too, so I will go with you; but we must be careful how we
approach the water, as we may fall in with some animal to make a meal
of."
"Or with a lion, ready to make a meal of us," replied the Major; "so in
either instance we must approach it cautiously."
As they walked to the pool, they discovered the head of an antelope just
above a rock. The Major fired, and the animal fell. The report of the
rifle was answered by a roar; three lions bounded away from the rock,
and went at a quick canter over the plain.
"Both our suppositions have proved correct," observed Alexander, as they
walked up to where the antelope lay dead; "but how are we to cook the
animal?"
"Any dry stuff will serve for a fire, if we can only get enough, and a
very little cooking will serve us just now. Here comes Omrah. Let us
carry the game up to where we slept last night, as soon as we have had a
drink."
They went to the pool, and were surprised to behold the filthy puddle
which had appeared to them so like nectar the night before. They were
not sufficiently thirsty to overcome their disgust, and they turned away
from it.
Omrah now began collecting dried grass, and herbs, and lichen from the
rocks, and had soon a sufficiency to make a small fire; they struck a
light, and cutting off steaks from the antelope, were in a short time
very busy at the repast. When their hunger was appeased, they found that
their thirst was renewed, and they went down to the pool, and shutting
their eyes drank plentifully. Omrah cooked as much of the meat as the
small fire would permit, that they might not want for the next
twenty-four hours; and the horses being again led to the water to drink,
they mounted, and proceeded to the southward, followed by Omrah on foot.
Another day was passed in searching for the caravan without success. No
water was to be found. The heat was dreadful; and at night they threw
themselves down on the ground, careless of life; and had it not been
sinful they would have prayed for death. The next morning they arose in
a state of dreadful suffering; they could not speak, but they made
signs, and resolved once more to attempt to join the caravan.
They proceeded during the whole of the forenoon in the direction by
which they hoped to discover the tracks of the wagons. The heat was
overpowering, and they felt all the agony of the day before. At last the
horses could proceed no further; they both lay down, and our travelers
had little hopes of their ever rising again. The scorching of the sun's
rays was so dreadful, that they thrust their heads into some empty
ant-hills to keep off the heat, and there they lay in as forlorn and
hopeless a state as the horses. Speak they could not; their parched
tongues rattled like boards against the roofs of their mouths; their
lips were swollen and bloated, and their eyes inflamed and starting from
the sockets. As Alexander afterward said to Swinton, he then recollected
the thoughts which had risen in his mind on his departure from the
English shore, and the surmise whether he might not leave his bones
bleaching in the desert; and Alexander now believed that such was to be
the case, and he prayed mentally and prepared for death. The Major was
fully possessed of the same idea; but as they lay at some yards'
distance, with their heads buried in the ant-hills, they could not
communicate with each other even by signs. At last they fell into a
state of stupor and lost all recollection. But an Almighty Providence
watched over them, and during their state of insensibility the clouds
again rose and covered the firmament, and this time they did not rise in
mockery; for, before the day was closed, torrents descended from them
and deluged the whole plain.
Omrah, who had held up better than his masters, crawled out of the
ant-hill into which he had crept; and as soon as the rain descended, he
contrived to pull the heads of the Major and Alexander, who still
remained senseless, from out of the ant-hills, and to turn their
blackened and swollen faces to the sky. As their clothes became
saturated with the rain and the water poured into their mouths, they
gradually revived, and at last were completely restored. The wind now
rose and blew fresh, and before morning they were shivering with cold,
and when they attempted to get up found their limbs were cramped.
Soon after daylight the rain ceased, and they were glad to bask in the
then cheering rays of the sun, which had nearly destroyed them on the
day before. The horses had recovered their legs and were feeding close
to them; and the flesh of the antelope, which had been untasted, was now
greedily devoured. Most devoutly did they return thanks for their
preservation, and the hopes which were now held out to them of
ultimately regaining the colony; for they had abandoned all hopes of
reaching the caravan, as they considered the risk of crossing the desert
too great. They made up their minds to push for the Val River as fast as
they could, and proceed back by its banks.
They had two horses, and Omrah could ride behind one of them, when he
was tired; they had guns and ammunition, and although they were fully
aware of the dangers to which they would be exposed, they thought
lightly of them after what they had suffered. They now mounted their
horses, and proceeded at a slow pace toward the westward, for the poor
animals were still very weak. At sunset they had traveled about ten
miles, and looked out for a spot to pass the night. Wood to light fires
they had none, but they hoped, if their horses were not taken away by
the lions, to reach a branch of the river by the following evening.
There was now no want of water, as they repeatedly passed by small
pools, which, for a day or two at least, would not be evaporated by the
heat of the sun. But they knew that by that time, if no more rain fell,
they would have again to undergo the former terrible privations, and
therefore resolved upon continuing their course toward the river as
their safest plan, now that they had lost the caravan.
As they were seated on a rising ground which they had chosen for their
night's rest, and occasionally firing off their rifles to drive away the
lions which were heard prowling about; all of a sudden Omrah cried out,
and pointed to the northward; our travelers turned and perceived a
rocket ascending the firmament, and at last breaking out into a group of
brilliant stars.
"It is the caravan," exclaimed the Major; "Swinton has remembered that I
put some rockets into my wagon."
"We must have passed it," said Alexander, springing on his feet. "God be
praised for all his mercies."
"Amen," replied the Major devoutly.
Omrah ran after the horses, which were feeding close to them, for their
instinctive fear of the lions made them keep as close as possible to
their masters. They were soon mounted, with Omrah behind the Major, and
set off at all the speed that they could obtain from the animals. After
an interval another rocket was seen, and by its light they discovered
that they were not a mile from the wagons. The horses appeared to be
sensible of this, and went off at a quicker pace; and in a few minutes
they had rushed in among the cattle, and Alexander and the Major were
received into the arms of Swinton, and surrounded by the Hottentots, who
were loud in their congratulations at their return.
As soon as Alexander and the Major had made known their perils and
sufferings to Swinton, the latter informed them that about three hours
after they had left the caravan in pursuit of the cattle, the animals
had returned, that of course, he had fully expected them to follow.
Finding that they did not arrive, he had decided upon remaining where
he was, at all events, for another day; but that the cattle were by that
time so exhausted, that it was with difficulty they were moved, and he
could not proceed with them more than ten miles, when they lay down in
their yokes. Thirteen had died, and the others must have shared their
fate, if it had not been for the providential rain, which had restored
them.
Swinton stated that he had been in a great state of alarm for them, and
that he had almost satisfied himself that they had perished, although he
had used every means that he could think of. When he fired the rockets
off, he had scarcely a hope of thus bringing them back to the caravan.
"However," observed Swinton, "it shows that we should never despair, and
never leave a chance untried, even in the most desperate circumstances.
You are back again, and I thank the Almighty for it with all my heart
and all my soul and all my strength, most fervently and most sincerely.
I have been very, very miserable, I can assure you, my dear fellows. The
idea of returning to the Cape without you was dreadful. Indeed, I never
would have left the country until I had found you, or had some clew to
your deaths."
"Our preservation has indeed been miraculous," replied the Major; "I
never thought to have raised my head out of the ant-hill again."
"Nor I," replied Alexander; "and next to the Almighty, we certainly owe
our lives to little Omrah. There is nothing that I would not do for that
boy, if you will only give him over to my care."
"Or mine, Swinton," replied the Major.
"Depend upon it," replied Swinton, "I will do all for him that ought to
be done; I owe him a debt of gratitude for preserving my friends, and
will not forget to repay it."
"Well then, you must allow us to help him as well," replied the Major.
"How far are we now from the Modder River?"
"About forty miles, I should think, and we had better push on as fast as
we, can; for although the river will contain water, the pools in the
desert between us and the river will soon be dried up. The cattle,
however, are still very weak, and, as I have stated, we have lost all
our relays. But you must long to have a good night's rest, so go to your
wagons, and we will watch and keep off the wild beasts. We have been
obliged to fire our guns all night long since your absence, and have
burned one of the spare poles of the wagons to cook our victuals."
Every thing is comparative. When our travelers first took up their
night's lodgings in the wagons they found their resting-places hard,
after sleeping in comfortable beds at Cape Town; but now, after having
passed their nights in the wild desert, their mattresses in the wagons
were a luxury that was fully appreciated. Returning thanks to Heaven for
their preservation, Alexander and the Major slept soundly till morning,
notwithstanding that the latter was often half roused by the
importunities of Begum, who appeared delighted at the return of her
master.
At daylight the oxen were yoked, and they proceeded on their journey.
There was no want of game; indeed they were so plentiful, that they shot
them from the caravan as they passed. At night they had made twenty-five
miles, and before they had unyoked, a deluge of rain again fell, and
they passed a very uncomfortable night, as it was very cold, and they
could light no fires, from want of fuel. Any thing, however, was better
than the want of water; and early in the morning they again yoked their
oxen, and, after a hard day's toil, were rejoiced to perceive at a
distance the trees which lined the banks of the Modder River. The sight
was hailed with joy by the Hottentots, who shouted aloud; for they
considered their dangers and difficulties to be over, now that they were
approaching to the boundaries of the colony.