STORY OF THE WORLD--NEWS OF THE "BUNTING'S" MEN--PREPARING FOR THE
WAR-PATH.
But the worst was past, and the fever had spent itself before the dawn
of another day; even the terrible marsh miasmata had been repelled by
the strength and resiliency of Harry's constitution.
He was weak now, very. But he was sensible and able to swallow a little
honey and milk, that Jack had culled and drawn with his own hands.
And that day, lo! the sun again shone out, the birds that had been mute
for weeks once more remembered their low but beautiful songs, and surely
in this swamp-island never did the wealth of flowers that grew
everywhere put forth a more dazzling show. Twisted and pinched they had
been while the dank fog hung over them, but now they opened in all their
wild wanton glory, and vied with each other in the brightness of their
colours, their vivid blues, whites, pinks, and crimsons, and velvety
sulphurs, and chocolate browns.
They grew up over the trees, borne aloft on climbing stems, they
canopied the bushes, they carpeted the ground, and hung their charming
festoons round the fruit itself.
But yet in spite of all this wealth of beauty Harry longed to be off,
and almost the first words he spoke, though in a voice but little louder
than a whisper, were--
"Take me away. Take me away out of here."
Those words made Somali Jack and Raggy very happy, and even the other
boys were rejoiced, for truth to tell, they all dearly loved their brave
young master.
All that day Jack and his comrades were very busy indeed. They were
making an ambulance hammock. When complete it was simplicity itself.
Only a couple of strong bamboos of great length, and between them a
sheet of grass-cloth, add to this a rude pillow stuffed with withered
moss, and the whole is complete.
It was a long and a slow journey which they started on next morning,
before even the stars had paled before the advancing beams of the sun.
But ere ever he had set behind the western hills it had been safely
accomplished.
And so by degrees, as Harry's strength could bear it, stage after stage
of the return march was got over and at length, to the invalid's
inexpressible joy, they arrived once more at the banks of the lake of
the hundred isles. Walda quickly gathered together an immense heap of
withered grass, and quickly had it on flame; then he put on top of it
green branches, so that a dense volume of white-blue smoke rose up on
the evening air.
They saw it from the king's island.
King Googagoo--they have strange names, these chiefs of the interior,
the repetition of syllables and even words in names is very common--King
Googagoo himself came to meet Harry in his barge, but he brought no
retinue. He was a very simple king.
As soon as he landed Walda, Peela, and Popa went and threw themselves on
their faces in front of his majesty, burying their knives in the earth
as they did so. Nor did they rise until he had thrice touched each one
with the flat of his spear.
He now went speedily towards Harry, and scanned him very anxiously.
Harry smiled feebly, and held out a hand which the king took and
pressed.
"My son has been ill," he said, "my son has been at the door of the cave
of death. No matter, he lives; my son will soon be well. The king will
make him well; he shall eat honey and milk, and drink of the blood of
she-goats until he is once more strong."
When landed at the island, the king led the way to his own tent, and
Harry was brought here and laid on a bed or dais covered with lions'
skins.
As he shivered with cold, a fire was lit in the middle of the floor.
The smoke found its way up almost spirally, and out through a hole in
the roof, over which was placed a triple fan kept in constant motion by
slaves without.
Another warm lion's skin was spread over Harry, Somali Jack prepared him
a decoction of boiled milk mixed with honey and some pleasant bitter
herb. After swallowing this Harry remembered seeing the king squatting
on a mat by the fire, and his own boys in a corner; he noticed that
whenever any one entered the tent his majesty lifted a beckoning finger,
warning them to keep silence. He remembered little more that day, for
he fell into a soothing perspiration, and soon after into a deep and
dreamless sleep.
It was broad daylight when he wakened, and he felt so much better that
he even attempted to rise. It was then he noticed how feeble and weak
he was.
Whether or not the bitter medicine mingled with the warm and honeyed
milk partook of the nature of an opiate or not, Harry had no means of
ascertaining, but for nearly three days he did little else but sleep--
and perspire during the intervals of taking nourishment.
He was aware, however, that the great kind-hearted king was almost
constantly in the tent, and that he moved about on tiptoe, and talked in
whispers, never failing to lift his finger and shake it at any one who
entered.
Sometimes an amazon came in and looked at Harry, then smiled a grim
smile and retired, and once a terrible-looking old man with triangular
teeth like Walda's put in an appearance. He had a fowl in his arm,
which after many strange antics--that showed he was working a fetish--he
slew. He then dipped his finger in the blood and smeared Harry's
forehead.
After this another fowl was brought to him, and he then made motions
with his hand and arm over the patient, of a semi-mesmeric kind, or as
if he were drawing something invisible towards the fowl in his arms.
The latter was immediately after chased out of the tent, and from the
noise out of doors it was evidently being hunted out of the enclosure
entirely.
Next morning a cocoanut shell full of pure warm blood was handed to him;
this was not unpleasant to drink, and was repeated three times a day,
and day after day for a week. [The blood-cure is not unknown in Europe,
but I believe some of the African tribes used it ages and ages ago.--
G.S.]
Every hour now, almost, Harry felt himself getting stronger. He was
soon able to sit up for hours, then the king exhibited all the exuberant
joy of a child of six. With his own hands he brought his patient a
small dish of delightfully curried chicken and rice, and as Harry ate it
King Googagoo laughed till his black, fat sides shook again.
With returning health came returning hope and happiness, and when,
leaning on the king's arm, Harry made his first venture out of doors it
seemed for all the world like going into a new world. Everything was so
inexpressibly bright and lovely, the drooping palm trees, the banana
groves the greenest of the green, the splendid flowers that grew
everywhere, the bright-plumaged birds, the cloudless sky, the blue and
placid lake, and the purple hills on the far horizon. It was all like a
beautiful dream, it was all a scene of enchantment, and to breathe the
balmy air was verily life itself.
How grateful he felt to this simple-minded king; ah! yes, and how
grateful to the Great Father above, who had spared his life, and brought
him safely through countless dangers.
Harry soon found the air was almost too strong for him, it flushed his
cheeks and quickened his breathing, so he retired again, and was almost
immediately after asleep on his lion-skin couch.
Next evening a hammock was slung for him near the fire, and lying there
he found himself strong enough to entertain the king with a little music
on the concertina, which "through thick and thin" Raggy had kept
possession of.
Only some sweet old-fashioned Scottish lilts he played, but they pleased
his majesty immensely, and after each he rubbed his hands and said,
"Lobo! Lobo! Lobo!"
Could Harry now tell him more of the story of the world?
Yes, Harry could and would. He laid the concertina gently down by his
side, and, turning half round to where the king was squatting, began to
tell him through Raggy the simple Bible story of the creation.
Raggy had heard it all before, and was quite capable of translating it.
Next night Harry was even stronger; King Googagoo brought into the tent
quite a crowd of his favourite amazons, and the young historian had to
begin at the beginning again.
To have seen the boy preacher leaning half up in his hammock as he told
in earnest language his wondrous tale, and the innocent looks of the
simple king with the firelight playing over his face, and the background
of terrible-looking but listening amazons, would have suggested a
picture to many an artist which might have made him famous.
The story of Joseph seemed, next to that of Eden's garden, particularly
to interest his hearers, and many an interjection, many a marvelling
"Lobo?" did the king utter while Harry spoke through Raggy.
His remarks, too, were innocent, not to say childish, but very much to
the point.
Almost every night for weeks Harry had to tell the Bible and New
Testament tale. And one day, when now nearly strong again, he was
gratified to find the king himself repeating the story to his people.
And they seemed spellbound.
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Harry determined to make the islands his home for many months to come.
Meanwhile scouts were employed to scour the country in many different
directions, and endeavour if possible to find out the whereabouts or
news at least of the white men.
For a very long time they were unsuccessful. At last, however, much to
Harry's joy, one man returned, bringing with him a vague rumour that he
had heard of five men belonging to a foreign country, who lived at the
court of a chief not very far from the lakes, but in the fastnesses of a
mountain-studded wilderness. So fierce and terrible was this chief
reported to be that no one would dare to enter his territory. If any
one did--so it was said--he would assuredly be crucified, or hoisted by
the heels into a sapling tree, there to hang in the sun until the great
grey kites ate the flesh from off his bones.
News of an equally important nature was soon after brought by another
and probably braver scout. He _had_ entered the chief's wild country,
he had even seen and conversed with one of the white men, and found out
that there were six more in captivity, and that until now they had given
up all hopes of ever being able to regain their freedom.
King Googagoo was as much delighted with the news as was Harry.
And the king, moreover, now showed all the fierce impetuosity of his
nature.
He smote the ground with the staff of his spear.
"I will go," he cried, "with all the strength of my amazons and fight
this king, and deliver your friends from bondage."
But Harry saw that whatever was to be done must be done with care and
caution. For failure would mean the death--probably by torture--of the
unfortunate white captives.
To please King Googagoo he at once accepted his assistance, but said
they must prepare.
"All the men of war and all the amazons," replied the king, "are at your
disposal. You have brought everlasting joy to my heart, do with us what
you will."
Harry at once set about operations. He held a great review in one of
the largest islands. Every man, he found, was a soldier, but they were
sadly deficient in armour of an effective kind. Spears there were,
though, in abundance--nothing else save these and knives.
Then it occurred to Harry to regularly drill them as sailors are drilled
on shore, in companies, in squares of various kinds, and in battalions
or--impis.
He guessed, rightly too, that the fine old Highland triangle-formation
would do well with these people. [Note 1.] So he taught them that.
But his teaching did not end here. He must furnish his little army with
some weapon far more effective than either dagger or spear; so he set
himself to think.
How he wished he had but a hundred rifles and ammunition! But wishes in
this case were vain enough.
Why not bows and arrows?
Why not, indeed. The idea struck him as he lay in bed one night, and so
excited him that he did not steep a wink till nearly sunrise.
He was up betimes all the same, and made haste to communicate his notion
to the king.
His majesty was delighted, as, indeed, he was with all Harry's
proposals. So that very day a branch was cut from a species of
yew-tree, and with the aid of a string composed of hide the first rude
bow was made.
This was improved upon day after day. The king's forgemen and
artificers were summoned, and after many trials of different kinds of
wood for the bows and for the arrows, a very useful and very deadly kind
of Cross-bow was eventually fashioned and duly approved of by the king.
The arrow-heads presented the greatest difficulty, but this was finally
got over, and they fell upon a plan of not only forging good
serviceable, ones, but of fastening them on so that the arrow itself
would break before the head could come off.
King Googagoo's, people now went in for the study of war in downright
earnest, and gradually the army was supplied with finely-made
cross-bows.
Many months went on in these preparations. Meanwhile the arts of peace
were not forgotten. Googagoo's men were very far ahead of any other
tribe that ever Harry in his wanderings had met, in the pursuits of
agriculture. There grew on many of the islands immense fields of paddy,
or rice, and fields of sugarcane, all of which were duly hoed with hard
wood instruments, and duly watered by hand in season.
They were so close to the water, and there were so many field hands,
that any complicated system of irrigation was not required.
Harry taught this simple, innocent and frugal people many useful hints.
His youthful education, and the lessons honest Andrew had taught him
when quite a boy, now came in very handy indeed, which only shows that
no lad, whatever his position in life, should hesitate to learn a trade.
Harry, assisted by Raggy and Jack, made chairs for the king's tent, and
an extra couch. He also made rude but useful candlesticks, and with the
fat of goats and pigs rude and useful candles to place in them; so that
when the rainy season returned, it was quite a treat to sit in the
palace tent with lights burning, and read, tell stories, and sing songs
till it was time to go to bed.
The king was so easily pleased, so good-tempered, and so generally
jolly, that Harry really could not help liking him.
He also proved a very apt pupil, and before his guest had been fully
four months in his island, could speak fairly good English.
So all went well, but the trouble was on ahead. Harry often thought of
that, and it gave him many and many an anxious moment.
One day a scout returned from the mainland with news of so startling a
nature that--that I cannot do better than defer it for another chapter.
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Note 1. The Scottish Highlanders of old used almost invariably to
charge in this fashion; as the triangular phalanx neared the foe,
pistols were fired, then dashed among them, claymores were then drawn,
and while wild slogans rent the air, the charge was delivered, with a
vigour and aim that made success all but certain.
Book 4--CHAPTER FOUR.