The Eagle's Eyrie.--The Chaotic Solitude disturbed.--The Voluntary
Prisoners.--The Report of the Spy.--The Foe at the Gates.--A Traitor in
the Camp.--Dispersion of the Invaders.--A lucky Escape.--A pleasant
Voyage.
After a few days more had elapsed, the close confinement became irksome
to all. Baldabella, accustomed to a free, roving life, pleaded her great
desire to fish by moonlight; and as there was less danger for her than
for the white men, this was permitted, and she returned safely with
abundance of fish to increase the store of provisions. Then Hugh and
Gerald, unlucky as their last expedition had been, begged humbly that
they might be allowed to put their noses out beyond the bars of their
cage.
"No, no! unruly boys," answered Margaret; "you have a spacious
_pleasaunce_ around you; be content and thankful to enjoy it."
"Then surely we may climb the woods at the side?" said Hugh. "We want to
find the nests of the strange birds we hear above us. No harm can befall
us in our own domain; it will be only like running up a ladder, the
brush is so thick and low. Come along, Gerald, and let us inspect the
wonders of our aviary."
Mr. Mayburn would really have liked himself to have a peep into the many
holes and crannies of the rocks, which sent forth such multitudes of
birds, and he could not object to the expedition. The agile boys made no
delay, but, clinging to the bushes, sprung up the almost perpendicular
side of the mountain, disturbing the domestic peace of the tender
pigeons, provoking the voluble abuse of the noisy cockatoos, and
finally, at the summit, regarding with awe, at a respectful distance,
the eyrie of the dark eagle, which, with the fire of its fierce eyes,
defied their approach.
"We will avoid any offence to _Aquila_," said Hugh. "We might come to
the worse again, Gerald. But where are you mounting now?"
"Only to the peak, Hugh," answered he. "I should like to have a peep
round, to find out what our neighborhood is." And the active boy soon
gained the highest point, and stood there, an Australian Mercury, on the
"heaven-kissing hill."
"What a wonderful sight!" he cried out. "Do come up, Hugh, to see these
heights, and hollows, and windings,--a rocky chaos! It is like the
beginning of a new world!" Then turning round to observe the scene at
his left hand, he suddenly cried out, in a tone of alarm,--"Halloo! I'm
in for it now!" and as he hastily descended from his elevated position,
the report of fire-arms, multiplied as usual among the mountains, proved
that the chaotic solitude was not free from the visitation of man.
"Down! down! hurry to them, Hugh!" continued Gerald, now safe from the
shots. "Tell them to gather in the charqui, and the firewood, and all
things scattered about. Above all, let Ruth carry off the poultry, and
gag that noisy cock; the rangers are at our heels. I shall take up my
abode in this darling little oven behind the bushes, and if they should
mount the ramparts, I shall be able to act spy. No words about it, but
be off. It is safer here than down below."
There was indeed no time for Hugh to delay, for many traces of
habitation were scattered over the valley. Buckets stood at the well;
linen was spread to dry; the charqui was exposed on the bushes; knives
and axes were lying about, and the hens and chickens, and men and women,
were all out, enjoying the open air. When Hugh dropped among them,
breathless and pale, to tell his vexatious tale, they had somewhat
anticipated the danger, from hearing the report of the fire-arms; and
all hands were already employed to endeavor to restore to the busy
valley the wild and solitary aspect of undisturbed nature. The fowls
were collected into their coop, which was placed in a dark hollow; and
though they did not follow Gerald's advice, and gag the tell-tale cock,
they threw a large cloak over the coop, and chanticleer, duped into the
belief that it was night, folded his wings, and, mounted on his perch,
resigned himself to repose amidst his family.
When they had restored to the lately populous vale as natural an
appearance as circumstances would allow, they all withdrew into the
largest cave, and filled up the entrance, with an appearance of artful
disorder, with rocky fragments, very impatient for Gerald's return to
report the extent of the danger to which they were exposed, and the best
mode of escaping from it. But after waiting a considerable time in their
gloomy prison, weary of compelled inaction, every heart was filled with
anxiety at the protracted absence of the adventurous boy. Three hours
elapsed, and after listening and looking through the crevices of the
rock in vain, Arthur was on the point of venturing out to ascend the
cliffs himself, when Gerald's voice was heard whispering through a
narrow opening, "Is it a serpent or a genie you think I am, to glide
through this peep-hole? Open sesame!"
There was no time lost in admitting the welcome visitor. "Now, then!"
said he; "quick! quick! the foe is at the gate. Now, my boys, do the
thing nately, as we Irish say. We mustn't build it up like a wall you
see, Jack."
It was not built like a wall; but by the united strength of the party,
an immense mass of rock was rolled before the opening, which nearly
closed it, the pendent branches from above concealing the fissures, and
affording light and a means of making observations in safety.
"Now, Gerald," said Margaret, "I beseech you to tell me what is the
meaning of all this alarm?"
"All my fault; my ill luck again, Meggie," answered he. "I would erect
myself like a statue at the very summit of the mountains; and from
thence I saw on a plain below half a dozen fellows mounted on horseback,
whom I recognized, by their canary-colored garments, to be those wicked
convicts. I sank down from my eminence in a moment, but not before the
hawk-eyed rogues had seen me and fired. I was not hit; but I expected
they would be after me if they could climb through the brush, so I crept
into a snug little hollow just below the peak, arranged my leafy
curtains in an elegant manner, and waited to receive my company so long
that I had really dropped asleep, and was only awaked by the rough,
coarse voices of men swearing and using language which I have done my
best to forget altogether.
"They seemed to be in a great rage, and one wicked wretch swore
dreadfully and said, 'It's the same ugly little cove as we blazed at
afore. He's a spy sent out by them p'lice, and he's off to inform
against us. We'll burn him alive if we lay hands on him.'
"I didn't want to be burnt alive, so I crept into a corner, and lay
still as a mouse.
"'T' other chap were bigger, I say,' growled another fellow.
"'Haud yer jaw,' answered the first; 'think ye they keep a pack of young
hounds like this to point free rangers? But where's he slunk?'
"'I say, Bill,' called out a third voice, 'look ye down here. It's a
snug, cunning hole; will 't be t' p'lice office, think ye?'
"'How'd they get at it, man?' replied Bill. 'Dost thee think they've got
wings to flee down?'
"'I'se warrant ye, we'll somehow find a road into it,' said the first
voice. 'We'se try, at ony end; for we'll have to clear our way afore we
set out on another spree. I'se about tired of eating flesh, now t'
brandy's all swallowed; and if we could light on Black Peter, we'd be
off on some grand job to set us up again.'
"'Halloo! lads! what's this?'
"Then I heard oaths, and strange screams, and blows, and something heavy
flopped past my den, screaming; and wasn't I in a grand fright to think
that one of these rogues had found such a ready road down to our
grounds. But I soon heard the men above me again, cursing the venomous
bird; and I guessed then that they had fallen in with our friend
_Aquila_, and, perhaps, been worsted. I ventured cautiously to look
down, and saw the poor eagle fluttering and hopping about below, half
killed by the brutes no doubt; but by degrees I heard their voices dying
away, and was sure they were withdrawing. Then I took courage, and
slipped down my rude ladder as briskly as a lamp-lighter, and was with
you, only pausing a moment to look at the poor eagle as I passed, lying
crouched in a corner covered with blood, and extending a broken wing.
And now, Arthur, don't you think our citadel is in danger?"
"Indeed I do, Gerald," answered Arthur. "All we can do is to keep
closely hidden as long as we can, and then to fight for our dear friends
who cannot fight for themselves. We have weapons,--spears, arrows, and
two rifles; and we have a capital position for defending the weak. If
there be no more than six men, we will defy them."
"That will be capital," said Gerald,--"a regular siege. How is the
castle provisioned, Jenny?"
"Why, lucky enough, Master Gerald," answered she, "we fetched in here,
because it was nighest at hand, all the dried meat, and the skin, and we
filled the buckets before we brought them from the well; and that's just
what we have, barring a few cakes; for one never looked for being shut
up here like. There's all the oats, and the tea and coffee, and the
firewood, are left in what we called our kitchen."
"We'se do," said Wilkins, "we'se soon sattle their business, I reckon,"
looking grimly at the edge of his knife as he sharpened it upon a stone;
adding, "And how and about them guns, captain? Who's to work 'em?"
"I shall take one myself," answered Arthur; "and if I thought I could
trust to your discretion, Wilkins, I would put the other into your
hands."
"You may trust me for bringing down my bird," said the man; "that's
what I were always up to, or I hadn't been here."
"What I mean you to understand by discretion, Wilkins," said Arthur,
"is, that you are not to fire till I order you; and then to _wing_, not
to bring down your bird."
"Why, what's the good of that?" remonstrated Wilkins; "it's like giving
a rogue a ticket of leave, just to turn a thief into a murderer; that's
what ye'll get for being soft. I ken my chaps: ye'd better make an end
on 'em."
"It would be unjust and inhuman," said Mr. Mayburn. "These mistaken men
may not intend to hurt any of us."
"Except to burn me alive, sir," said Gerald.
"That, I apprehend, my boy," answered Mr. Mayburn, "was but an
exaggerated form of speech. But, hark! what noise do I hear?"
Sounds were heard like the rolling of stones. Arthur commanded silence,
as every thing depended on their remaining watchful and still. Then
voices were distinguished, and, through the green pendent branches, men
were seen in the tranquil valley,--men in the felon's marked dress of
grey and yellow, ferocious in aspect, coarse and blasphemous in
language. Mr. Mayburn shuddered as he heard, for the first time, the
oaths and defiant words of hardened infidels; and the good man kneeled
down to pray that God would visit with a ray of grace these lost
sinners.
"Ay! ay!" cried one, "here are the tracks of the gentry coves: and look
ye, Jem, here's a woman's bit of a shoemark. What will they be acting
here, I'd like to know. If we could fall on that saucy lad now, I'd
just wring his neck about for him."
Gerald made up a queer face at Hugh, but they did not dare to laugh.
"Will they have oughts of cash with them?" growled another man. "What do
we want with women and lads?"
"To trade with 'em, man," answered the other; "to swop 'em yonder among
t' squatters for cash down. We'll thrust some of them black fellows
forward to bargain for us; they're easy wrought on to do a job like
that. But where can their den be? they're surely flitted."
Examining every open cave and hollow in the surrounding rocks, the men,
using the most violent and abusive language, searched the little valley
in vain; and the anxious prisoners began to hope that they would soon be
wearied out and retire, when suddenly they were appalled by a shrill
triumphant crow from the little bantam cock, which had probably
discovered the deception practised on him. A momentary silence was
followed by shouts and loud laughter, as the invaders rushed to the
prison-house of the impatient fowls.
Wilkins muttered unspeakable words, and darted a furious glance at Ruth;
and Gerald, with a deep low groan, whispered, "A traitor in the camp!"
while Ruth climbed up to an opening, in great alarm, to observe the fate
of her beloved pets. That was soon determined. The voice of the unlucky
bird had plainly pointed out its abode; the stony prison was forced
open; a crowing, a screaming, and a fluttering were heard; two of the
fowls were seen to fly awkwardly to the bushes, above the reach of the
marauders, and chanticleer was beheld by his distracted mistress, swung
round lifeless, with his head grasped by his destroyer.
At this cruel spectacle, the simple girl could no longer control her
feelings. She uttered a piercing shriek; Jenny sprang on her too late to
stop the indiscretion, and dragged her from the opening, shaking her
violently, and even provoked so far as to administer a little sound
boxing of the ears, declaring that the girl ought to be hanged; while
Wilkins, with ill-repressed fury, shook his hand at the unfortunate
offender, and then said, "It's all up now! Stand to yer guns, my
hearties; we'se have a tight bout on 't."
"Ay, man the walls!" cried Gerald,--
"'Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit
To his full height! On, on, ye noble English!'"
"Quieter ye are, t' better, Mr. Gerald," said Wilkins. "What say ye, Mr.
Arthur, if we fix on our port-holes; and then, if we pick out our chaps,
we'll soon thin 'em."
"By no means," said Mr. Mayburn. "Such a proceeding would be unfair; the
men would not even see their enemies."
"An ambush is always fair in the strategy of war," said Hugh. "These men
are invaders, papa, and we have a right to drive them off."
The affair soon came to a crisis; the cry of Ruth had not passed
unnoticed. The men rushed up to the fortress, and with stones and clubs
endeavored to force an entrance. A volley of shots and arrows drove them
back, wounded, and furious in their language; but when the firing
ceased, they took courage, and again advanced to renew the attempt. This
time aim was taken, and two men fell dead, or desperately wounded; and
they retired once more, and entered into some consultation unheard by
their opponents. Then a villainous-looking fellow cried out, in a
taunting manner,
"I say, ye cowardly chaps, show yer faces, and 'liver yersel's up afore
yer forced to it; we'se use ye well, and keep ye till ye raise cash to
pay yer ransom. Else, mark my words, if ye send any more of yer
murdering shots, we'll take ye at last, and twist all yer necks while
yer living."
"Mistaken man!" cried Mr. Mayburn, "why will you provoke the wrath of
God by causing desolation and slaughter among his glorious works? Know
you not that for all these things God will bring you to judgment?"
"Halloo!" cried the wretch; "what! ye've gotten a missioner amang ye.
He'll do precious little harm."
"His only desire is to do good," said Arthur. "But you are mistaken if
you think us cowards. We have brave men among us, who will not submit to
any treaty with convicts. We have nothing to give you; we are
shipwrecked voyagers, who have only saved our guns, and with them we
will defend our lives and liberty. We do not wish to injure you if you
will leave us in peace; and you have neither means nor numbers to
overcome us."
"We'se see about that," answered the man. "We'se soon raise force to
burn or starve ye out."
Another consultation succeeded; and finally they departed, leaving the
besieged under the disagreeable impression that they had only departed
to procure a reinforcement.
"What a different set of fellows Robin Hood's Free Rangers were," said
Hugh. "Gerald and I have many a time longed to have lived in merry
Sherwood."
"Lawlessness inevitably leads to crime," said Mr. Mayburn. "I fear the
halo of chivalry and romance blinds us as to the real character of those
outlaws."
"Yes, Hugh," said Arthur; "if your bold archers of Sherwood were to
attempt their troublesome frolics in these days, the police would soon
arrest their course, and we should see Robin Hood and his merry men
placed on the treadmill."
"There's no time to talk about treadmills, Mr. Arthur," said Wilkins.
"T' boats is safe; and what say ye if we be off? They'll not be back yet
a bit; for they'll have to gather up them black fellows and talk 'em
ower wi' lots of lies; but if we were out of this queer hole and just
free-like on t' water, we'd manage to distance yon awkward scamps yet.
But we ought to start off-hand."
"My good man," said Mr. Mayburn, "I feel in greater safety here than if
I were wandering through the labyrinths of these mountains, where we
might any moment be surprised and captured."
"We must send out a scout," said Arthur. "Who will be the safest? I
object to no one but Gerald, who would inevitably rush into the camp of
the enemy."
Gerald bowed to the compliment, and Wilkins said, "I've a sort of
notion, Mr. Arthur, as how Baldabella would suit better nor ony of us.
Ye see, these jins are used to spying work."
When Baldabella fully understood the important service required of her,
she started up, ready at once to undertake it, and as soon as the heavy
barrier was moved, glided through the aperture, and fled lightly on her
errand. During her absence, the rest made ready all their burdens again
for recommencing their pilgrimage; and the time seemed incredibly short
till the woman returned with a bright countenance, saying,--"Bad men go
much far; smoke for black fellows come. White man go away now; very
hush; no see he be gone."
Reassured by her words, the family emerged from their stronghold. The
men pulled down the stones they had piled to conceal the canoes, brought
them out, and then, heavily laden, commenced their march. But at the
moment of departure a loud clucking of the escaped fowls arrested the
weeping Ruth, who summoned, by calls and scattered grains, the small
remainder of her charge,--two fowls; which she placed once more in their
coop, and with a lightened heart, disregarded this addition to her
burden, and followed the procession, which was now led by Baldabella,
who had discovered the shortest road through the windings of the
mountains to the banks of the river. When the welcome stream was seen
before them, the boats were once more launched and laden, and on the
smooth but rapid river they were quickly carried from the scene of
danger.
"That rogue who argued with you, Arthur," said Gerald, "was the very
fellow that threatened to burn me alive, and sure enough, if we had
surrendered to them, we should all have been piled up for a bonfire.
Don't you think so, Wilkins?"
"Why, Master Gerald," answered he, "I'll not say that, 'cause as how
they could have made nought of our dead bones. Money's what they look
to: they'd sell us, plunder us, strip us of every rag we have, but,
barrin' we went again 'em, and wrought 'em up, mad-like, they'd hardly
trouble to burn us. But I'll not say how it might be if they turned us
ower to them hungry black fellows; they'd likely enough roast and eat
us, but white chaps has no stomach for meat of that sort."
"Whither can we flee to avoid these desperate cannibals?" said Mr.
Mayburn. "Do you conceive, Wilkins, that the river is really the safest
course?"
"Safe enough, master," answered the man, "so long as we stick to our
boats, and can keep our jaws at work. But we'se want meat, and them
black fellows gets thicker farther south. We'se fall in with mony an
ill-looking lot on 'em as we run down; and likely enough, we'se have to
rattle a shot at 'em nows and thens."
"God forbid that we should be compelled to shed more blood," said Mr.
Mayburn. "I feel my heart oppressed with sorrow when I behold the sin
and ignorance of these people, and, alas! I know not how to alleviate
it: I can only pray for them."
"We will trust that our prayers may avail with a merciful God," said
Margaret; "and if we should be permitted to reach the estate of Edward
Deverell, we will all labor, papa, to diffuse instruction around us; and
in His own good time, I trust, God will spread the light of His truth to
the remotest corner of these yet barbarous regions. I feel already as if
I saw Daisy Grange plainly before us."
"There's mony a hundred mile atween us and them ye talk on," said
Wilkins, morosely; "and I'se be cast away sure enough when ye turn in
among them squatters. They're all sharp enough to put their claws on an
idle vagabond like me, and send him back to chains and hard commons."
"That shall never be, Wilkins," replied Hugh. "It is settled that you
and I are never to part; and if Edward Deverell should refuse to receive
you, we will squat by ourselves; like Robinson Crusoe and his man
Friday, build a hut, and shoot kangaroos."
Arthur laughed at the plan of a separate establishment, and assured
Wilkins of certain protection in that home they pined to reach; and a
calm and pleasant hope now filled every heart, as hours and days passed
easily while they sailed down the broad river undisturbed by cares or
dread, till the failure of provisions and a great change in the scenery
roused them from their pleasant dream.
"This is a melancholy and desert-like heath," said Arthur, as he looked
beyond the low banks upon a wide extent grown over with the low
entangled brush; "but we must make a foraging party to replenish our
baskets. I can see on some marshy patches a scattering of wild oats, and
we may hope to find some of the feathered gluttons that feed on them."
"And please to bring some tea-leaves, if you can find them, Mr. Arthur,"
said Jenny; "I get on badly without a drop of tea, such as it is."
"Now, boys," said Arthur, "get out the axes. We must clear a place among
the reeds for Margaret and my father; then we will moor the canoes
safely, and leave a guard to watch them, while we go off on our
exploring expedition."