Next morning Bevis went out into the meadow to try and find a plant
whose leaves, or one of them, always pointed to the north, like a green
compass lying on the ground. There was one in the prairies by which the
hunters directed themselves across those oceans of grass without a
landmark as the mariners at sea. Why should there not be one in the
meadows here--in these prairies--by which to guide himself from forest
to forest, from hedge to hedge, where there was no path? If there was a
path it was not proper to follow it, nor ought you to know your way; you
ought to find it by sign.
He had “blazed” ever so many boughs of the hedges with the hatchet, or
his knife if he had not got the hatchet with him, to recognise his route
through the woods. When he found a nest begun or finished, and waiting
for the egg, he used to cut a “blaze”--that is, to peel off the bark--or
make a notch, or cut a bough off about three yards from the place, so
that he might easily return to it, though hidden with foliage. No doubt
the grass had a secret of this kind, and could tell him which was the
way, and which was the north and south if he searched long enough.
So the raft being an old story now, as he had had it a day, Bevis went
out into the field, looking very carefully down into the grass. Just by
the path there were many plantains, but their long, narrow leaves did
not point in any particular direction, no two plants had their leaves
parallel. The blue scabious had no leaves to speak of, nor had the red
knapweed, nor the yellow rattle, nor the white moon-daisies, nor golden
buttercups, nor red sorrel. There were stalks and flowers, but the
plants of the mowing-grass, in which he had no business to be walking,
had very little leaf. He tried to see if the flowers turned more one
way than the other, or bowed their heads to the north, as men seem to
do, taking that pole as their guide, but none did so. They leaned in
any direction, as the wind had left them, or as the sun happened to be
when they burst their green bonds and came forth to the light.
The wind came past as he looked and stroked everything the way it went,
shaking white pollen from the bluish tops of the tall grasses. The wind
went on and left him and the grasses to themselves. How should I knew
which was the north or the south or the west from these? Bevis asked
himself, without framing any words to his question. There was no
knowing. Then he walked to the hedge to see if the moss grew more on
one side of the elms than the other, or if the bark was thicker and
rougher.
After he had looked at twenty trees he could not see much difference;
those in the hedge had the moss thickest on the eastern side (he knew
which was east very well himself, and wanted to see if the moss knew),
and those in the lane just through it had the moss thickest on their
western side, which was clearly because of the shadow. The trees were
really in a double row, running north and south, and the coolest shadow
was in between them, and so the moss grew there most. Nor were the
boughs any longer or bigger any side more than the other, it varied as
the tree was closely surrounded with other trees, for each tree repelled
its neighbour. None of the trees, nor the moss, nor grasses cared
anything at all about north or south.
Bevis sat down in the mowing-grass, though he knew the Bailiff would
have been angry at such a hole being made in it; and when he was sitting
on the ground it rose as high as his head. He could see nothing but the
sky, and while he sat there looking up he saw that the clouds all
drifted one way, towards his house. Presently a starling came past,
also flying straight for the house, and after a while another. Next
three bees went over as straight as a line, all going one after another
that way. The bees went because they had gathered as much honey as they
could carry, and were hastening home without looking to the right or to
the left. The starlings went because they had young in their nests in a
hole of the roof by the chimney, and they had found some food for their
fledglings. So now he could find his way home across the pathless
prairie by going the same way as the clouds, the bees, and the
starlings.
But when he had reached home he recollected that he ought to know the
latitude, and that there were Arabs or some other people in Africa who
found out the latitude of the place they were in by gazing at the sun
through a tube. Bevis considered a little, and then went to the
rick-yard, where there was a large elder bush, and cut a straight branch
between the knots with his knife. He peeled it, and then forced out the
pith, and thus made a tube. Next he took a thin board, and scratched a
circle on it with the point of the compasses, and divided it into
degrees. Round the tube he bent a piece of wire, and put the ends
through a gimlet-hole in the centre of the board. The ends were opened
apart, so as to fasten the tube to the board, allowing it to rotate
round the circle. Two gimlet-holes were bored at the top corners of the
board, and string passed through so that the instrument could be
attached to a tree or post.
He was tying it to one of the young walnut-trees as an upright against
which to work his astrolabe, when Mark arrived, and everything had to be
explained to him. After they had glanced through the tube, and decided
that the raft was at least ten degrees distant, it was clearly of no use
to go to it to-day, as they could not reach it under a week’s travel.
The best thing, Mark thought, would be to continue their expedition in
some other direction.
“Let’s go round the Longpond,” said Bevis; “we have never been quite
round it.”
“So we will,” said Mark. “But we shall not be back to dinner.”
“As if travellers ever thought of dinner! Of course we shall take our
provisions with us.”
“Let’s go and get our spears,” said Mark.
“Let’s take Pan,” said Bevis.
“Where is your old compass?” said Mark.
“O, I know--and I must make a map; wait a minute. We ought to have a
medicine-chest; the savages will worry us for physic: and very likely we
shall have dreadful fevers.”
“So we shall, of course; but perhaps there are wonderful plants to cure
us, and we know them and the savages don’t--there’s sorrel.”
“Of course, and we can nibble some hawthorn leaf.”
“Or a stalk of wheat.”
“Or some watercress.”
“Or some nuts.”
“No, certainly not; they’re not ripe,” said Bevis, “and unripe fruit is
very dangerous in tropical countries.”
“We ought to keep a diary,” said Mark. “When we go to sleep who shall
watch first, you or I?”
“We’ll light a fire,” said Bevis. “That will frighten the lions; they
will glare at us, but they can’t stand fire--you hit them on the head
with a burning stick.”
So they went in, and loaded their pockets with huge double slices of
bread-and-butter done up in paper, apples, and the leg of a roast duck
from the pantry. Then came the compass, an old one in a brass case;
Mark broke his nails opening the case, which was tarnished, and the card
at once swung round to the north, pointing to the elms across the road
from the window of the sitting-room. Bevis took the bow and three
arrows, made of the young wands of hazel which grow straight, and Mark
was armed with a spear, a long ash rod with sharpened end, which they
thrust in the kitchen fire a few minutes to harden in the proper manner.
Besides which, there was Bevis’s pocket-book for the diary, and a large
sheet of brown paper for the map; you see travellers have not always
everything at command, but must make use of what they have. Pan raced
before them up the footpath; the gate that led to the Longpond was
locked, and too high to be climbed easily, but they knew a gap, and
crept through on hands and knees.
“Take care there are no cobras or rattlesnakes among those dead leaves,”
said Mark, when they were halfway through, and quite over-arched and
hidden under brambles.
“Stick your spear into them,” said Bevis, who was first, and Mark,
putting his spear past him, stirred up the heap of leaves.
“All right,” said he. “But look at that bough--is it a bough or a
snake?”
There was an oak branch in the ditch, crooked and grey with lichen, half
concealed by rushes; its curving shape and singular hue gave it some
resemblance to a serpent. But when he stabbed at it with his spear it
did not move; and they crept through without hurt. As they stood up in
the field the other side they had an anxious consultation as to what
piece of water it was they were going to discover; whether it was a lake
in Central Africa, or one in America.
“I’m tired of lakes,” said Mark. “They have found out such a lot of
lakes, and the canoes are always upset, and there is such a lot of mud.
Let’s have a new sea altogether.”
“So we will,” said Bevis. “That’s capital--we will find a new sea where
no one has ever been before. Look!”--for they had now advanced to where
the gleam of the sunshine on the mere was visible through the
hedge--“look! there it is; is it not wonderful?”
“Yes,” said Mark, “write it down in the diary; here’s my pencil. Be
quick; put ‘Found a new sea’--be quick--there, come on--let’s run--
hurrah!”
They dashed open the gate, and ran down to the beach. It was a rough
descent over large stones, but they reached the edge in a minute, and as
they came there was a splashing in several places along the shore.
Something was striving to escape, alarmed at their approach. Mark fell
on his knees, and put his hand where two or three stones, half in and
half out of water, formed a recess, and feeling about drew out two
roach, one of which slipped from his fingers; the other he held. Bevis
rushed at another splashing, but he was not quick enough, for it was
difficult to scramble over the stones, and the fish swam away just as he
got there. Mark’s fish was covered with tiny slippery specks. The
roach had come up to leave their eggs under the stones. When they had
looked at the fish they put it back in the water, and with a kind of
shake it dived down and made off. As they watched it swim out they now
saw that three or four yards from the shore there were crowds upon
crowds of fish travelling to and fro, following the line of the land.
They were so many, that the water seemed thick with them, and some were
quite large for roach. These had finished putting their eggs under the
stones, and were now swimming up and down. Every now and then, as they
silently watched the roach--for they had never before seen such
countless multitudes of fish--they could hear splashings further along
the stones, where those that were up in the recesses were suddenly
seized with panic fear without cause, and struggled to get out, impeding
each other, and jammed together in the narrow entrances. For they could
not forget their cruel enemies the jacks, and dreaded lest they should
be pounced upon while unable even to turn.
A black cat came down the bank some way off, and they saw her swiftly
dart her paw into the water, and snatch out a fish. The scales shone
silver white, and reflected the sunshine into their eyes like polished
metal as the fish quivered and leaped under the claw. Then the cat
quietly, and pausing over each morsel, ate the living creature. When
she had finished she crept towards the water to get another.
“What a horrid thing!” said Mark. “She ate the fish alive--cruel
wretch! Let’s kill her.”
“Kill her,” said Bevis; and before he could fit an arrow to his bow Mark
picked up a stone, and flung it with such a good aim and with such force
that although it did not hit the cat, it struck a stone and split into
fragments, which flew all about her like a shell. The cat raced up the
bank, followed by a second stone, and at the top met Pan, who did not
usually chase cats, having been beaten for it, but seeing in an instant
that she was in disgrace, he snapped at her and drove her wild with
terror up a pine-tree. They called Pan off, for it was no use his
yapping at a tree, and walked along the shore, climbing over stones, but
the crowds of roach were everywhere; till presently they came to a place
where the stones ceased, and there was a shallow bank of sand shelving
into the water and forming a point.
There the fish turned round and went back. Thousands kept coming up and
returning, and while they stayed here watching, gazing into the clear
water, which was still and illuminated to the bottom by the sunlight,
they saw two great fish come side by side up from the depths beyond and
move slowly, very slowly, just over the sand. They were two huge tench,
five or six pounds a-piece, roaming idly away from the muddy holes they
lie in. But they do not stay in such holes always, and once now and
then you may see them like this as in a glass tank. The pair did not go
far; they floated slowly rather than swam, first a few yards one way and
then a few yards the other. Bevis and Mark were breathless with
eagerness.
“Go and fetch my fishing-rod,” whispered Bevis, unable to speak loud; he
was so excited.
“No, you go,” said Mark; “I’ll stay and watch them.”
“I shan’t,” said Bevis sharply, “you ought to go.”
“I shan’t,” said Mark.
Just then the tench, having surveyed the bottom there, turned and faded
away into the darker deep water.
“There,” said Bevis, “if you had run quick!”
“I won’t fetch everything,” said Mark.
“Then you’re no use,” said Bevis. “Suppose I was shooting an elephant,
and you did not hand me another gun quick, or another arrow; and
suppose--”
“But _I_ might be shooting the elephant,” interrupted Mark, “and you
could hand me the gun.”
“Impossible,” said Bevis; “I never heard anything so absurd. Of course
it’s the captain who always does everything; and if there was only one
biscuit left, of course you would let me eat it, and lie down and die
under a tree, so that I might go on and reach the settlement.”
“I _hate_ dying under a tree,” said Mark, “and you always want
everything.”
Bevis said nothing, but marched on very upright and very angry, and Mark
followed, putting his feet into the marks Bevis left as he strode over
the yielding sand. Neither spoke a word. The shore trended in again
after the point, and the indentation was full of weeds, whose broad
brownish leaves floated on the surface. Pan worked about and sniffed
among the willow bushes on their left, which, when the lake was full,
were in the water, but now that it had shrunk under the summer heat were
several yards from the edge.
Bevis, leading the way, came to a place where the strand, till then so
low and shelving, suddenly became steep, where a slight rise of the
ground was cut as it were through by the water, which had worn a cliff
eight or ten feet above his head. The water came to the bottom of the
cliff, and there did not seem any way past it except by going away from
the edge into the field, and so round it. Mark at once went round,
hastening as fast as he could to get in front, and he came down to the
water on the other side of the cliff in half a minute, looked at Bevis,
and then went on with Pan.
Bevis, with a frown on his forehead, stood looking at the cliff, having
determined that he would not go round, and yet he could not get past
because the water, which was dark and deep, going straight down, came to
the bank, which rose from it like a wall. First he took out his
pocket-knife and thought he would cut steps in the sand, and he did cut
one large enough to put his toe in; but then he recollected that he
should have nothing to hold to. He had half a mind to go back home and
get some big nails and drive into the hard sand to catch hold of, only
by that time Mark would be so far ahead he could not overtake him and
would boast that he had explored the new sea first. Already he was
fifty yards in front, and walking as fast as he could. How he wished he
had his raft, and then that he could swim! He would have jumped into
the water and swam round the cliff in a minute.
He saw Mark climbing over some railings that went down to the water to
divide the fields. He looked up again at the cliff, and almost felt
inclined to leave it and run round and overtake Mark. When he looked
down again Mark was out of sight, hidden by hawthorn bushes and the
branches of trees. Bevis was exceedingly angry, and he walked up and
down and gazed round in his rage. But as he turned once more to the
cliff, suddenly Pan appeared at an opening in the furze and bramble
about halfway up. The bushes grew at the side, and the spaniel, finding
Bevis did not follow Mark, had come back and was waiting for him.
Bevis, without thinking, pushed into the furze, and immediately he saw
him coming, Pan, eager to go forward again, ran along the face of the
cliff about four feet from the top. He seemed to run on nothing, and
Bevis was curious to see how he had got by.
The bushes becoming thicker, Bevis had at last to go on hands and knees
under them, and found a hollow space, where there was a great
rabbit-bury, big enough at the mouth for Pan to creep in. When he stood
on the sand thrown out from it he could see how Pan had done it; there
was a narrow ledge, not above four inches wide, on the face of the
cliff. It was only just wide enough for a footing, and the cliff fell
sheer down to the water; but Bevis, seeing that he could touch the top
of the cliff, and so steady himself, never hesitated a moment.
He stepped on the ledge, right foot first, the other close behind it,
and hold lightly to the grass at the edge of the field above, only
lightly lest he should pull it out by the roots. Then he put his right
foot forward again, and drew his left up to it, and so along, keeping
the right first (he could not walk properly, the ledge being so narrow),
he worked himself along. It was quite easy, though it seemed a long way
down to the water, it always looks very much farther down than it does
up, and as he glanced down he saw a perch rise from the depths, and it
occurred to him in the moment what a capital place it would be for
perch-fishing.
He could see all over that part of the lake, and noticed two moorhens
feeding in the weeds on the other side, when puff! the wind came over
the field, and reminded him, as he involuntarily grasped the grass
tighter, that he must not stay in such a place where he might lose his
balance. So he went on, and a dragonfly flew past out a little way over
the water and then back to the field, but Bevis was not to be tempted to
watch his antics, he kept steadily on, a foot at a time, till he reached
a willow on the other side, and had a bough to hold. Then he shouted,
and Pan, who was already far ahead, stopped and looked back at the
well-known sound of triumph.
Running down the easy slope, Bevis quickly reached the railings and
climbed over. On the other side a meadow came down to the edge, and he
raced through the grass and was already halfway to the next rails when
some one called “Bevis!” and there was Mark coming out from behind an
oak in the field. Bevis stopped, half-pleased, half-angry.
“I waited for you,” said Mark.
“I came across the cliff,” said Bevis.
“I saw you,” said Mark.
“But you ran away from me,” said Bevis.
“But I am not running now.”
“It is very wrong when we are on an expedition,” said Bevis. “People
must do as the captain tells them.”
“I won’t do it again,” said Mark.
“You ought to be punished,” said Bevis, “you ought to be put on
half-rations. Are you quite sure you will never do it again?”
“Never.”
“Well then, this once you are pardoned. Now, mind in future, as you are
lieutenant, you set a good example. There’s a summer snipe.”
Out flew a little bird from the shore, startled as Pan came near, with a
piping whistle, and, describing a semicircle, returned to the hard mud
fifty yards farther on. It was a summer snipe, and when they
approached, after getting over the next railings, it flew out again over
the water, and making another half-circle passed back to where they had
first seen it. Here the strand was hard mud, dried by the sun, and
broken up into innumerable holes by the hoofs of cattle and horses which
had come down to drink from the pasture, and had to go through the mud
into which they sank when it was soft. Three or four yards from the
edge there was a narrow strip of weeds, showing that a bank followed the
line of the shore there. It was so unpleasant walking over this hard
mud, that they went up into the field, which rose high, so that from the
top they had a view of the lake.
Volume One, Chapter V.