"I have one stake in de world now. I all same as one Arab, I have a
soul. You, master, have said so. I believe what my master says. Of
course I believe what he tell me. I not all same as one koodoo--die on
de hill and rot. No, I float away, away, away, past de clouds, and past
de stars to de bright land of love, where Jesu reigns. Oh yes, Somali
Jack is happy and proud."
The trio are now in an unknown land.
It might be called the Land of Depopulation, for long ago the few
natives that slavery left have died or fled away. There is hardly a
vestige of the remains of their villages, only here and there a kind of
clearing with what appears to be a hedge around it. But if you pulled
away the creepers on top of this you would find old rotten palisades--
indication enough that those poor creatures had made some vain attempts
at defending themselves against the inroads of the Arab invader.
Harry had not long continued in the caravan route that led to the land
of the drunken king. The sights he came upon every now and then while
following it were sickening. It was quite evident that of the hundred
slaves whom Mahmoud had chosen, at least twenty had fallen by the way,
in rather less than three weeks, and been left to perish in the bush or
on the grass beneath a blazing sun.
He would have followed the more southern route, and endeavour to find
out the whereabouts of his fellows, but such a proceeding would have
been absurdly impracticable. A white slave is thought worth a thousand
black at some of the courts of African kings. He could not have
redeemed his men, and to have attempted to rescue them in any other way
would have only ended in failure, and in slavery to himself and
companions. No, there was at present no hope. But he had more than one
plan which he meant to try when a chance should occur.
For the three months past they had had plenty of sport, and a world of
adventures far too numerous to mention. Harry, however, had only a very
scant supply of ammunition, and but little likelihood of obtaining any
further supply. Every cartridge was therefore carefully hoarded, and
only used either for the purpose of protection against wild beasts or to
secure themselves food.
As to this latter they managed in a great measure without firing a shot.
For, first and foremost, Somali Jack had a most nimble way of catching
fish. He did it by getting into shallow streams, sometimes diving in
under the water and dragging a fish out from under bank or rock where it
had sought shelter.
Then he could twine grass ropes; these were stretched along in certain
likely places, near which Jack concealed himself, spear in hand, all
alert and ready. The other part of this peculiar hunt was performed by
Harry and the boy Raggy. They managed, and that very successfully, as a
rule, to chase wild deer, of which there were so many different sorts
and sizes, down towards the clever Somali. In their headlong hurry one
at least was almost sure to trip over the rope and fall. In a moment
Jack was up and on him, and next minute--there was something good for
dinner.
I wish I could describe to you one-thousandth part of all the curious
things Harry noticed in natural history, not only among the larger
animals, but among the smaller, namely, the birds, and among the
smallest--the creeping creatures of the earth.
I wish I could describe to you a few of the lovely scenes he witnessed
in this beast-haunted wilderness: the landscapes, the cloudscapes, the
lovely sunsets, the wilderies of fruit and flower, and the scenes among
the mountains, some of which, high, high up in the air, were even
snow-capped, and ever at sunrise assumed that pearl-pink hue with purple
shadow which once witnessed can never be forgotten in life. The scenes
by river and lake were also most enchanting at times.
But do not think these wanderers had it all their own way. No, they
went with their lives in their hands, and these lives were very often in
jeopardy.
Poor little Raggy was once tossed by a herd of buffaloes. I say a herd
of buffaloes advisedly, for really they seemed nearly all to have a
fling at him. The last one pitched him up into a tree, where, for a
time, he was an object of the most profound interest to a band of
chattering apes. They could not conceive who or what the new arrival
was, nor where he had come from.
Well, then, Somali Jack had to climb up and shake the branch to dislodge
Raggy's apparently dead body, while Harry stood under to catch it and
break the fall.
But Raggy was not dead. Not a bit of him; and presently he got up and
scratched his poll and gazed about him like a somnambulist.
"Am de buffaloes all gone, massa?" he inquired.
"The buffaloes, Rag? Yes, and it seems to me you are made of
indiarubber; why, they played lawn tennis with you."
"Well, massa," said Raggy, "it was some fun to de buffaloes anyhow, and
it not hurt Raggy much."
Another day Harry had narrowly escaped being killed by a rhinoceros.
Quiet enough these animals are at times, but whatever other travellers
may say, I advise you to keep out of their track when they lose temper.
Somali Jack was one day posted behind his rope when down thundered a
small herd of giraffes. Over went number three. Out came Jack and
attacked him, but, like the witch in Tam o' Shanter--
"Little wist he that beast's mettle."
One kick sent Jack flying yards and yards away; the blow alighted on his
chest, and, strange to say, the blood sprang from his nose and mouth.
Jack said nobody could hit so hard as a giraffe unless his master, and
he never tried again to spear a--
"Roebuck run to seed."
They had now many rivers to cross and miles on miles to walk sometimes
before they could find a ford. But the current seldom ran very strong.
The worst of it was that often, even after they found the ford and got
over, there was a marsh to cross, worse than any bog in old Ireland.
Many of these marshes were infested with crocodiles. Oh, how innocent
these brutes can appear, basking in the sunshine on the banks, or lying
in shallow streams with nothing out and up except their hideous heads!
Yonder, for example, is one immense skull, not far from the bank. He is
asleep, is he not? Go a little closer. He never moves. You feel sure
he is good-natured, and that the crocodile is a much-libelled reptile.
Go closer still and look at him. Ugly enough he is, but so
innocent-looking! You would like to smoothe him, wouldn't you, little
boy?
Snap! Where are you now? It is sincerely to be hoped that your mamma
has another good little boy like you to supply your place, for _you_
will never be seen again.
And your great "good-natured" crocodile is very playful now, and goes
away swishing through the water to tell all the other crocodiles how
very happy he feels, because he has a little boy in his stomach.
They came, at length, to a range of rugged hills which it took them a
whole day to get across. They encamped at night in a dreary glen, and
had to keep a great fire burning until the sun rose over the mountains,
for this glen seemed to be the home _par excellence_ of the lions.
These monsters, many of which they saw, were the largest they had yet
fallen in with.
They were evidently filled with resentment at the daring invasion of
their territory, and made not only night hideous with their threatening
and growling, but sleep quite impossible.
Harry was glad enough to continue the journey next day as early as
possible, but they had not got far before a terrible thunderstorm made
all pedal progression quite impossible for the time being. It was well
they were pretty high up among the hills, for with the thunder and
lightning came a wind of hurricane force; they could hear the great
trees smashing in the forest beneath them, and noticed scores of wild
beasts seeking sheltered corners in which to hide till the violence of
the storm should abate.
Another night in this mountain forest; another night among the wild
beasts.
Next day was bright and fine, but not for hours after did the sun
appear, owing to the mists that were rising all over the land.
On the evening of that same day they came to the margin of what appeared
at first to be a broad rolling river. There were a few native canoes on
it.
One immensely large dug-out was soon observed coming towards them, so it
was evident they were already seen. In the stern sheets, when it came
near enough, Harry could descry a single figure sitting under the broad
canopy of an umbrella.
No one else in the boat, and the figure astern not moving a muscle!
"How is it done?" said Harry to himself. "It is a mystery. Can these
savages have invented electricity as a motor power?"
Nearer and nearer came the boat, but the mystery was as far from being
explained as ever.
The individual who sat in the boat was a portly negro, very black, very
comely and jolly-looking. He was dressed from the shoulders to the
knees in a loose blue robe of cotton cloth. This appeared to be simply
rolled round the loins and then carried over the shoulder. On his head
he wore a skin hat with the hairy side out and a long tail hanging down
behind it. Round his neck was a string of lions' tusks, in his ears
immense copper rings, in one hand a broad-bladed spear, and in the other
a long shield of hide studded with copper nails.
The umbrella was a fixture behind him.
While Harry and his companions were still gazing at this singular being
with a good deal of curiosity, not unmixed with apprehension, the prow
of the boat touched land, and immediately the motor power was explained.
This was, after all, only a big hulking negro who had been wading
behind and pushing with his head. He had not come here unguarded,
however. For dozens of armed canoes now made an appearance, and took up
a position in two rows, one at each side of what was undoubtedly the
royal barge.
The king stepped boldly on shore, and nodded and smiled to Harry in the
most friendly way.
"Good morning," said Harry, nodding and smiling in turn; "fine day,
isn't it?"
Of course the king could not reply, but leaning on his spear he walked
three times round Harry and his companions, then three times round Harry
alone. It was pretty evident he had never seen a white man before.
Then he touched Harry's clothes, and felt all along them as one smoothes
a dog. Then he said:
"Lobo! Lobo!" [Strange, or wonderful.]
He next proceeded to an examination of Harry's face. He wetted the end
of his blue robe in the lake and tried to rub the bloom off Harry's
cheeks.
"I don't paint," Harry said, quietly.
"Lobo!" said the king again.
Harry's buttons now fixed the king's attention.
He pulled the jacket towards him and tried to cut one off with the end
of his spear.
Then Harry smacked his fingers for him, and the king started back with a
fierce look in his eye.
"Lobo! Lobo!" he cried, excitedly.
"Keep your fingers to yourself, then," said Harry.
But thinking he had gone too far, he immediately cut two buttons off and
presented them to this queer king.
His majesty was all smiles again in a moment. He intimated his pleasure
and gratitude in a neat little speech that Harry could make neither head
nor tail of, but was glad to find that little Raggy could translate it
even more freely than Somali Jack.
For from somewhere near these regions Raggy had originally come. So he
told Harry; he also said, "I 'spect I has a mudder livin' hereabouts
some-wheres."
"Would you know her, Raggy, if you saw her?"
"I not know her from any oder black lady," replied Raggy, grandly;
"'sides," he added, "dis chile Raggy hab no wish to renew de
'quaintance."
The warriors in the king's canoes sat as motionless as if they had been
made out of wood, and then tarred over and glued to their seats. They
looked friendly, but it was quite evident they would take their cue from
his majesty, and were just as ready to drown Harry in the lake as to
give him a welcome.
"Peace at any price is the best policy in this case," said Harry. "Eh,
Raggy, what say you?"
"Suppose massa want to fight, den Raggy fight; suppose we fight, dey
gobble us all up plenty quick; suppose we not fight, den dey make much
of us and give us curry and chicken."
"All right, Raggy, we'll go in for the curried chicken. Tell this sable
king that we have come a long long way to see him, and to give him some
presents, and that we then want to pass through his country and go on
our way in peace."
All this Raggy duly translated, and Harry strongly suspected that he
added a little bit of his own to it. But this is a liberty that
interpreters very often take.
The king was laughing. The king was pleased. He pointed to the boat
and led the way towards it and without a moment's hesitation Harry
stepped on board, and in another minute they were all away out in the
open lake.
Book 3--CHAPTER SEVEN.