DEMON, OR WHAT?
I have been free from superstitious terror as most men, yet there were
few in those days who did not yield to the sway of the supernatural.
Occasionally, among those of higher education, there may have been
leaders of thought who had shaken off these ghostly chains of the dark
ages, seeking amid the laws of nature a solution for all the seeming
mysteries in human life. Yet it could scarcely be expected a plain
wood-ranger should rise altogether above the popular spell which still
made of the Devil a very potent personality.
Consequently, as my anxious eyes uplifted toward the spot where De
Noyan pointed, it need be no occasion for wonder that my blood turned
to ice in my veins, and I felt convinced I looked upon His Satanic
Majesty. The vast wall of rock, arising a sheer hundred feet directly
opposite to where we lay, appeared densely black now in the shadow, but
as my glance swept higher along its irregularity, the upper edge,
jagged from outcropping stones, stood clearly revealed in the full
silver sheen of the moon, each exposed line, carven as from marble,
standing distinctly forth in delicate tracery against the background of
the night sky.
Appearing to my affrighted eyes the gigantic form of two men strangely
merged into one, there uprose on that summit a figure so odd, weird,
and grimly fantastic, it was small wonder I gazed, never thinking it
could be other than the Evil One. It was unclothed from head to heel,
and, gleaming ghastly white beneath the moonbeams, it brought no Indian
suggestion to mind. High above the head, causing the latter to appear
hideously deformed, arose something the nature of which I could not
rightly judge. It reminded me of a vast mat of hair sticking directly
upward, ever waving back and forth to the breath of the night wind.
Nor did this horrid figure remain one moment still. There upon the
very edge of the precipice, it would leap high into the air, flinging
aloft long gaunt arms, even appearing to float bodily forth into the
space above us, to disappear instantly, like some phantom of
imagination, amid the shrouding gloom of those rock shadows--flitting
swiftly, and as upon wings, along the crest; now showing directly in
our front, looming like a threatening giant, mocking with wild, furious
gestures; then dancing far to right or left, a vague shade in the
sheen, a mere nothing in the shadow, yet ever returning, the same
weird, unnatural, spectral figure, wildly gyrating upon the air,
leering down upon our speechless misery.
My eyes, wide-opened by terror, followed these movements, marking this
ghastly shape. I listened vainly for the slightest sound to connect it
with aught human. The mantle of the night's solemn silence, the dread
stillness of wilderness solitudes, rested everywhere. I heard the
mournful sighing of the wind amid jagged rocks and among the swaying
branches of the cedars; the dull roar of the little river, even the
stentorian breathing of the Puritan lying asleep behind us, but that
was all. That hideous apparition dancing so madly along the cliff
summit emitted no sound of foot or voice--yet there it hung, foreboding
evil, gesticulating in mockery; a being too hideous for earth, ever
playing the mad antics of a fiend.
My gaze rested questioningly upon De Noyan's upturned face, and saw it
ghost-like in lack of color, drawn and haggard. Mine no doubt was the
same, for never have I felt such uncontrollable horror as that which,
for the moment, fairly paralyzed me in brain and limb. It is the
mysterious that appals brave men, for who of earth might hope to
struggle against the very fiends of the air?
"_Mon Dieu_!" whispered my comrade, his voice shaking as if from an
ague fit. "Is it not Old Nick himself?"
"If not," I answered, my words scarce steadier, "then some one must
tell me what; never before did I gaze on such a sight. Has it been
there long?"
"I know not whence it came, or how. I was not watching the crest.
After I bathed at the stream to open my eyes better, I began
overhauling the commissary for a bite with which to refresh the inner
man. I was sitting yonder, my back against the big stone, munching
away contentedly, humming the words of a song to keep me awake, when I
chanced to glance up to mark the position of the moon, and there that
hell's imp danced in the sheen as he has been dancing ever since.
_Sacre_! it was the bravest deed of my life to crawl here and awaken
you; the devilish thing did charm me as a snake does a bird."
The mere sound of human speech put new heart into me, yet I found it
difficult to avert my eyes from that fantastic figure.
"If that is the Devil," I said more composedly, still enthralled by the
baleful presence, "surely we have neither of us done so much evil as to
make us especially his victims."
As I concluded these words, my courage creeping back, a sudden rustling
among the pines at our back startled us to glance around. Out of the
gloom of the rock shelter a figure uplifted itself on all fours, and
the faint light of a star glimmered directly down upon an upraised,
terror-stricken face. Before either De Noyan or myself could mutter a
hasty warning, the half-awakened preacher sent his great, gruff voice
booming out into the air:
"O Lord God of Israel deliver Thy servant from destruction and the
clutch of the Evil One. O Lord God of----"
I flung myself on him, clutching his brawny throat, throttling his
speech into a vain gurgle. The fellow made so fierce a struggle,
mistaking me for an assistant of the fiend, my fierce hold was jerked
loose, and I was hurled heavily backward at full length upon the
stones, striking with no pleasant force upon my shoulder.
"Verily have I overcome the Devil by Thy strength, O Lord!" he began
fervently.
"Be still, you red-headed Connecticut fool," I commanded sharply, now
thoroughly aroused. "Stop, or I 'll drive into you a leaden slug to
silence that blundering tongue of yours for good and all. Get up from
your knees there, and play the man. If needs be you must pray, keep
grip on that bull voice of yours."
"It makes small odds now," chimed in De Noyan with easier tone. "The
Devil, or what, has disappeared from the rock."
I glanced up at his words, to find them true. The sky was assuming a
faint grayish tinge, as if the dawn were near. The vanishing of that
spectral figure relieved us greatly, while the steady coming of
daylight revived those spirits upon which the haunted night had rested
grimly. Nevertheless I felt it incumbent to speak somewhat harshly to
the yet sulking sectary for such untimely uproar.
"Did you mistake this for a conventicle, Master Cairnes," I asked
grimly, "an assembly of crop-eared worshippers, that you venture to
lift your voice in such a howl when you wake? It will be better if you
learn to keep still at such a time, if you hope to companion long with
me."
"You!" he scarcely deigned to lift his eyes to regard me. "You are but
an unbelieving and damned heretic. Had it not been in all the
earnestness of a contrite spirit I besought the Lord in prayer,
wrestling even as did David of old, 'tis not likely the foul fiend I
beheld on yonder crest would have departed so easily. I tell you, you
unregenerated son of iniquity, it is naught save the faith of the
elect, the prayer of the redeemed, which overcomes the wiles of the
Devil, and relieves the children of God from his snares."
It was useless arguing with the fanatic; yet much of my previous
superstitious terror at our unwelcome visitant had already vanished,
there growing upon my mind a firm conviction that the apparition was
not a denizen of the sulphurous regions of the damned, but was composed
of flesh and blood, even as ourselves. I think Madame had been awake
through the greater part of the commotion, as I noted her stir slightly
even when De Noyan first informed me of the strange presence. Yet she
spoke not a word. Realizing her judgment was ever clearer than that of
either of my male companions, I turned to awaken her to some expression.
"And do you also, Madame, believe that we have been honored by a visit
from His Satanic Majesty in person?" I asked, wondering as I spoke that
she should appear so undisturbed in midst of our turmoil.
"It would be less terrifying to me could I so believe," she replied
gravely, her eyes questioning my face, as if to read therein what
answer I desired. "I have that about my person," and I marked that her
fingers toyed with the beads of a rosary at her throat, "which would
protect me from his touch."
"What then did you make of that fantastic figure? I was so gravely
startled myself by the apparition I saw double, scarcely retaining
sufficient strength for the uplifting of a hand. So speak, Madame, and
plainly, for our comforting,--was that flesh and blood, or was it some
ghastly visitant from the unknown?"
"I believe," she answered firmly, "it was human. To my eyes a wild
man, partially arrayed in white skins, decorated with a multitude of
great feathers, appearing ghastly tall, and weirdly distorted in the
moonlight--a fiend, indeed, yet not of the upper air."
"An Indian?"
"I know not what other name to choose. A savage surely, yet possessing
a skin strangely fair in the sheen for one of the red race."
My roving, unsatisfied eyes met those of De Noyan.
"Blessed Mother!" he ejaculated with a short, uneasy laugh. "I never
would have thought it in the night. Holy Saints preserve me, if I was
ever more a child! Yet now the dawn brings me new heart of courage,
and I would not swear but Eloise may be right."
"And you, friend Cairnes?" In a few, brief English sentences I retold
to the sectary this opinion expressed by Madame. "Does your mind agree
with ours?"
He stared at me gloomily, his hands knotting into each other, and his
lips moving oddly ere he found speech.
"Nay," he muttered at last, "you know little about such matters. I
tell you again that it was the Devil my eyes saw. Twice have I looked
upon him, and each time, in response to prayer, has the good Lord
delivered His servant from the bondage of sin, the snares of the
fowler. Not by carnal weapons of the flesh are we bidden to overcome,
but by spiritual wrestling; even as did he of old wrestle with the
angel, are we to master the adversary of souls."
"Madame possesses that also," and I pointed to the rosary at her white
throat, "by which she is able to resist the contamination of evil."
He sniffed disdainfully, his coarse red hair appearing to bristle all
over his bullet head.
"'T is a foul device designed to rob men of the true power of prayer,"
he declared angrily. "I say to you, it was the voice of prayer which
caused that foul fiend to fly away to his own. The prayer of the
righteous availeth much."
"True, friend," I admitted as he paused for breath, amused to behold a
man thus played upon. "If it is a comfort to you, we all confess it
was your voice which put an end to the dancing. Yet if there is a time
for prayer, so there is time also for action, and the latter must be
here now. Whatever adventure awaits us before nightfall, we shall meet
it no less bravely if we first have food. So let us break our fast,
and depart from this accursed spot."
It was not a cheerful meal, our nerves being still at high tension, and
we partook more from duty than any feeling of enjoyment. I must except
the old Puritan, however, who would have eaten, I believe, had that
same figure been dancing at his elbow. Many anxious looks were cast
upward at the rock crest, every unwonted sound causing us to start and
glance about in nervous terror. It seems to me now Eloise remained the
most self-controlled among us, and I have felt sincerely ashamed at
yielding to my weaker nature in thus betraying nervousness before that
company. Yet had she been in safety I would have proven more of a man,
as by this time no haunting superstition remained to burden my heart.
I realized we were leaguered by flesh and blood, not by demons of the
air, and had never counted my life specially valuable in Indian
campaign. But to be compelled to look into her fair face, to feel
constantly the trustful gaze of her brown eyes, knowing well what would
be her certain fate should she fall into savage hands, operated in
breaking down all the manliness within me, leaving me like a helpless
child, ready to start at the slightest sound. De Noyan barely touched
the food placed in front of him, and, long before Cairnes had completed
his meal, the Chevalier was restlessly pacing the rocks beside the
stream, casting impatient glances in our direction.
"_Mon Dieu_!" he ejaculated at last, "it is not the nature of a
Frenchman to remain longer cooped in such a hole. I beg you, Benteen,
bid that gluttonous English animal cease stuffing himself like an
anaconda, and let us get away; each moment I am compelled to bide here
is torture."
Experiencing the same tension, I persuaded the Puritan to suspend his
onslaught, and, undisturbed by sight or sound, we began a slow advance,
clambering across the bowlders strewing the narrow way, discovering as
we moved forward that those towering cliffs on either side were
becoming lower, although no possibility of scaling them became
apparent. We travelled thus upwards of a quarter of a mile, our
progress being necessarily slow, when a dull roar stole gradually upon
our hearing. A moment later, rounding a sharp edge of projecting rock,
and picking our way cautiously along a narrow slab of stone extending
out above the swirling water, we came forth in full view of a vast
cliff, with unbroken front extending from wall to wall across the
gorge, while over it plunged the stream in a magnificent leap of fully
one hundred and fifty feet. It was a scene of rare, romantic beauty,
the boiling stream surging and dancing madly away from its foot, and
the multicolored mists rising up like a gauzy veil between us and the
column of greenish-blue water. Yet it pleased us little then, for it
barred our progress northward as completely as would a hostile army.
Our depth of disappointment at facing this barrier was beyond
expression. We could but stand in silence, gazing upon the broad,
impassable sheet of water, blocking further advance. De Noyan was
earliest to recover power of speech.
"_Le Diable_!" he swore, half unconsciously. "This cursed place is
surely damned! Yet it has some consolation to my mind, for that will
drive us backward into the lowlands, out of this demon-haunted defile."
"Your judgment is right," I returned gravely enough, not unrelieved
myself by the thought. "There is no other course open to us. We shall
be compelled to retrace our steps, and if we desire to reach the open
before another night, we need be at it. May the good God grant us free
passage, with no skulking enemies in ambuscade, for never saw I poorer
spot for defence than along this narrow shelf."
Fortunately, the way proved easier travelling as we proceeded downward,
and we were not long in passing beyond our haunted camp of the previous
night. Below this spot--which was passed in painful anxiety--we
entered into that narrower, gloomy gorge leading directly toward the
plain beyond. The little river foamed and leaped in deep black waves
upon our left, the rocks encroaching so near that we were compelled to
pass in single file, picking a way with extreme caution lest we slip
upon the wet stones, and having neither time nor breath for speech.
The Puritan led, bearing the Spaniard's naked rapier in his hand.
Suddenly, from where I brought up the rear, his voice sounded so
noisily I made haste forward fearing he had been attacked.
He stood halted, staring like a demented man at a massive rock, a huge
monster with sheer, precipitous front, filling every foot of space from
the cliff wall to the river, completely closing, as by a wall of
masonry, the narrow foot-path along which we had advanced unhindered
the day before. It was easy to see from whence that rock mass came;
the great fresh scar on the overhanging cliff summit high above told
the fatal story of its detachment. Yet how had it fallen so suddenly
and with such deadly accuracy across the path? Was it a strange
accident, a caprice of fate, or was it rather the hellish work of
design?
None knew at that moment; yet we stood there stupefied, staring into
each others' despairing faces, feeling we were hopeless prisoners
doomed to perish miserably within the gloom confines of that ghastly,
haunted hell.