The bright rays of the sun, which streamed into the hollow tree, had a
good effect upon Natty; and feeling that I could leave him, I proposed
cutting some stakes with which to secure ourselves during the night from
the attacks which wandering beasts of prey might be inclined to make on
us. Taking my hatchet, I accordingly went out and set to work. I
easily cut a sufficient number of stakes for the purpose from the
branches of the neighbouring trees. I should have been better off with
a good supply of nails; but as they were wanting, I had to do without
them. Pointing the stakes, I drove them into the ground just inside the
mouth of the hollow, placing other pieces crossways, and jamming them as
I best could into the sides of the entrance. I left only a small hole,
through which I could just creep in and out. I made the grating so high
that I hoped no panther or lion could leap over it. I had gone to the
outer edge of the grove to get some firewood, and was returning by a
path through which I had not yet passed, it being already dusk, when
suddenly I found my face covered with what I can only describe as a long
veil; while just at my nose I saw a horrid monster, of a bright yellow
colour, with long legs and claws, struggling violently, and in its
fright I thought it would scratch out my eyes. I rushed forward,
throwing down my load, and dashing into our cavern, entreated Natty to
relieve me from my fearful tormentor. Even he, ill as he was, could
scarcely help laughing at my alarmed countenance. The spider--for such
the creature was--was as much frightened as I was, and crawled away in a
great hurry before we could kill him, the instant Natty had assisted me
in tearing off part of its web. It took some time to clear my face of
the remainder, and several minutes passed before I could entirely
recover my equanimity. I had seen such webs before, but had never run
tilt against them. This was suspended between two of the stalks of the
baobab-tree, in a perpendicular position, by lines the thickness of
coarse thread. The fibres of which it was composed radiated from a
central point, where the creature was lying in wait for its prey, when
it found the tip of my nose instead of an unwary moth or butterfly. The
web was about a yard in diameter, so that it completely enveloped my
face and head. Though very disagreeable to me, the occurrence, I really
believe, did Natty good. It was pleasant to hear even a faint shout of
laughter from him.
The spider I have mentioned is a solitary individual: but I have seen
others which live in society; and industrious creatures they are, too,
for their webs frequently cover the entire trunk of a tree, so as
literally to conceal it from view. I have seen a bush in the same way
completely covered up, as if a table-cloth had been thrown over it.
I was thankful we had so secure a house, for I saw that Natty could not
possibly proceed for some time. I therefore made up my mind to remain
where we were till he was better, even though it might involve the delay
of a whole week. My chief anxiety arose from the small amount of
ammunition I now possessed. Should that fail me, I could not tell how I
might obtain food. Water I had in abundance; that was one comfort. The
immediate neighbourhood of the baobab-tree afforded neither roots nor
fruits; so even as it was I must visit the fountain, or go to a yet
further distance, to obtain food. Notwithstanding the interruption I
have described, I had time to collect some leaves for Natty's bed, and a
supply of firewood, in case I might find it necessary to light a fire.
Several times during the night the distant roars of lions and other wild
beasts reached my ears; but as none were near, I went to sleep without
any unusual feeling of anxiety. In the morning, however, I found the
marks of a lion's feet in the soil, made soft by the rain, just outside
the tree. Probably he had come up to our sleeping-place; but, finding
the entrance barred against him, had not attempted to make his way in.
I was thankful that I had guarded it securely.
I am obliged to make a long story short. Three days passed by, during
which there was a storm and a fall of rain. I went to the fountain for
water, and shot more birds, and made expeditions in the neighbourhood of
the grove; but Natty continued so weak that I did not like to leave him
for any length of time by himself. I was one day attracted by a mound a
little way off, which I suspected to be an ant-hill. On approaching it,
I found that such was the case; but it was ornamented in such a way as I
had never seen one of those curious nests adorned before. It was
covered with enormous mushrooms. They were perfectly white, their tops
nearly eighteen inches in diameter. They looked very tempting; and on
examining them, I found that they were genuine mushrooms. I ate a
piece, which was very palatable, and I accordingly slung several over my
back to carry home: they would, I hoped, prove useful to eat with our
roasted partridges. Not far off was another ant-hill, and on this were
growing a number of other mushrooms. Some were of a brilliant red, and
others of a dull light blue. I examined them; but from their
consistency and general appearance, I was afraid of eating them lest
they might prove poisonous, for such I knew is the character ordinarily
of coloured fungi. I carried a couple home, however, to show to Natty;
but he agreed with me that it would be unwise to eat them.
Another day, when further from home than usual, I saw before me a
lagoon, in which water-plants were already rising up. I was convinced,
however, that it had only been filled by the late rains. From its
appearance, it was probably not more than a few inches deep in any part.
As I passed by I observed some odd-looking black lumps on the top of
some tall stalks of grass, which rose above the level of the surrounding
edges. I was tempted by curiosity to examine one of them. It was about
the size of my thumb; and as I held it it broke, when what was my
surprise to see emerge from it a whole army of ants, which began to
attack me furiously! I brushed them quickly off, though their bite was
not particularly severe. On examining others of the black lumps, I
found them inhabited in the same way; and I now came to the conclusion
that the ants which had their usual abodes in the dry season underground
on the spot, taught by experience that at a certain season it would be
covered by water, built these aerial abodes in order to secure for
themselves a refuge as soon as the waters should flood the ground around
them. Many of these houses were as large as I have described, but
others were considerably smaller, though all built of the same material
and in the same firm manner. Taking up one by the stalk, I carried it
home to show to Natty. He declared that he thought some of our black
friends would swallow them, if baked, as a delicious mouthful. I
carried it out again, and stuck the stalk in the ground, when I saw the
inhabitants crawling down, evidently under the belief that the waters
had subsided, and that they might now descend into their subterranean
habitation.
I need scarcely say that I looked out anxiously all the day in the hope
that Stanley or some of our other friends might pass in that direction
on a hunting expedition. Natty asked how it was they had not come to
look for us. I accounted for it from their naturally supposing that if
we had not lost our lives, we were detained somewhere on the lake, and
that they would therefore search for us there.
Natty grew no worse, but still he did not appear to gain strength.
Often he urged me to set off without him; but to this I would not
consent. The journey might occupy me two or even three days, and it
would take as long a time to return to him. "No," I replied; "until you
are well enough to move, I will stay by you." I thought that if I could
but procure some variety of food, he might improve faster; but I had now
only five or six charges of powder left, and I was anxious to preserve
these for any emergency. One of my fears was, that from so frequently
shooting the birds in the neighbourhood of the pool, they might grow
wary of me. However, they did not appear to be more alarmed when I came
near them than at first. Sometimes I went in the evening, sometimes in
the morning, and never failed to bring down three or four birds. I
think that I must have frightened away the lions, for I never saw them
again, though I heard their roars in the distance. I suspect that they
waited to visit the pool till they saw me take my departure.
I was one day about half a mile from the baobab-tree, when I saw,
perched on a bush near me, a little bird about the size of a chaffinch,
of a light grey colour. It seemed in no way afraid of me, but continued
chattering and twittering in a state of great excitement. Then it got
up and flew backwards and forwards before me, apparently endeavouring to
attract my attention. As I approached it flew on a little in front. I
followed it. On seeing this, it went on and on in a wavy course, a few
yards before me, alighting every now and then on a bush, and looking
back to see if I was still following, all the time keeping up an
incessant twitter. Though I had no idea at the time of its object, I
continued following it. At length I saw a short distance ahead the huge
trunk of a fallen tree. The bird appeared still more excited; and when
I happened to turn aside, apparently to take an opposite direction, it
came flying back, and twittering louder than before, trying, I was sure,
to make me turn in the direction of the tree. I accordingly did so,
when, satisfied, the bird went on as before. It now hovered for a
moment over a part of the trunk at which it pointed with its bill, and
it then turned and pitched on the top of a decayed branch which rose in
the air out of the trunk, and fluttered its wings and twittered still
more violently than ever. There it sat while I examined the trunk. I
was not long in discovering a hollow surrounded by wax, and the idea at
once occurred to me that this was a bees' nest, and that the bird was
the honey-bird of which I had heard. On a further examination I was
convinced that I was right. I therefore collected a number of dried
leaves and twigs, in order to light a fire, and with the smoke to drive
the bees from their habitation. I also manufactured some torches, which
might assist me in the operation, and would, I hoped, enable me to
defend myself should the bees take to flight and attack me. As soon as
I had got everything ready, I lighted a fire under the nest, and taking
a torch, waved it about in front of it. No bees came out, and I began
to fancy that the nest must be empty. After a time, however, on looking
in, I found that the effect of the smoke had been to stupify the bees.
I therefore, without fear, began to cut out the nest. It consisted of
cells of wax full of honey. The difficulty was to carry it. However,
as the wax was tolerably hard, I tied it up in a large handkerchief I
fortunately had in my pocket, in which I hoped at all events to be able
to carry home a good quantity of honey for poor Natty, trusting that it
would be beneficial to his health. While employed in putting it up, I
observed the honey-bird fluttering about in a state of great agitation
close to me. "Oh, I almost forgot you," I said, turning to the bird.
"You deserve some honey;" and accordingly, taking some from the nest, I
placed it on the trunk of the fallen tree. Instantly the bird dashed
down, and began eating it with evident delight. As soon as he had
finished the portion I had bestowed on him, he rose and began fluttering
about as before in front of me. I whistled to him, to try and induce
him to come with me, but I have since heard that whistling encourages
the bird, and makes him more eager to go off in search of another nest.
"As you will not come with me, I must go and see what you want now," I
said to the bird, following the way he led. In vain I whistled. On he
went in a wavy course, as before, directly in front of me. I rather
doubted, however, should he lead me to another honeycomb, whether I
could carry it. Still, I did not like to miss the opportunity of
obtaining what might prove so valuable. I therefore went on in the
direction the honey-bird led. I could not help thinking of tales I had
read in my boyhood of kind fairies or good spirits leading travellers
who had lost their way to some enchanted castle, where a comfortable
couch and an ample banquet was prepared for them. Perhaps the
honey-bird may have been the origin of such tales. Sometimes, indeed,
an evil fairy has appeared, and beguiled thoughtless travellers to their
destruction. After the conduct of my honey-bird I had no doubt about
his good intentions. I had gone on for twenty minutes or more, when the
bird pitched on the bough of another decayed tree still standing
upright. Seeing me approach, it began fluttering about, and pointing
its beak towards a hole some way above my head. "I should have thought
you might have known I could not reach that," I said, looking up at him.
"However, I will do my best to accomplish the feat." The quickest way,
I thought, would be to build a platform on which to stand whilst cutting
out the honey. I accordingly chopped down some stout poles and drove
them into the earth, securing cross-pieces with vines to the trunk. I
thus formed an erection similar to a builder's scaffolding, and now
climbing to the top, I made another small platform directly under the
entrance to the nest. I then proceeded as before, by burning leaves and
twigs, and having thoroughly smoked the unfortunate bees, took
possession of their habitation and store of food. With this further
supply I descended, and having given the honey-bird a share, put the
remainder into the handkerchief. I had to make it more capacious, by
fastening a number of vines round it, so as to form a sort of basket.
"Well, Master Honey-bird, if you will lead me to another nest, I think I
could manage to carry it in this fashion," I said to my little
conductor, who seemed to understand me, and off he flew as merrily as
before. This time he did not appear quite so steady in his course.
Suddenly he made his way towards a small wood which I saw in the
distance. I followed him, and every now and then he stopped and looked
back to see if I was coming. It was a tiring walk, for the sun struck
down with unusual heat after the rain, and I began to think that I
should have acted more wisely had I returned at once with my sweet
stores. Still, I did not wish to disappoint the honey-bird, as I was in
hopes he would on another day be on the look-out for me, and help me to
get a further quantity when we might need it.
At last the wood was reached, when, making his way into it, I saw him
pitch on a bough as before; but the trees were small, and I could see
none round likely to contain a cavity in which bees would have formed a
nest. Still, I thought I would examine the spot, supposing that perhaps
some decayed trunk of a fallen tree might lie beneath. I was advancing
rapidly, when, to my horror, I saw before me a pair of glaring eyes, and
there stood within the thicket an enormous lion with a huge mane. The
king of beasts had just aroused himself apparently from his noonday
rest, and was stretching himself, wondering who the bold intruder could
be who had ventured into his domains. I gazed at the lion, and the lion
gazed at me. I know I did not like the appearance of the monstrous
brute. My rifle was loaded with ball, but still I dreaded lest, should
I fire and not kill him outright, he might yet attack me. I therefore,
keeping my face towards him, slowly retired, hoping earnestly that he
would go to sleep again, and allow me to retreat unmolested. Still,
from his attitude, I had some doubts whether or not he was going to
spring at me. I dared not take my eye off him, for I knew that my best
prospect of escaping was to continue facing him boldly. I suspect that
he had gone into the wood to indulge in a nap, after having taken a full
meal off some unfortunate gnu or antelope. I was very thankful when I
at length managed to get to the edge of the wood without stumbling. I
continued to retreat backwards, however, after this, fearing lest the
lion might pounce out upon me. Every moment I expected to see his
enormous head and shaggy mane appear amid the bushes. It would have
been a very grand sight, but a very disagreeable one. As I retreated
through the wood the treacherous honey-bird flew out also, twittering as
before, just as if he had not played me a scurvy trick. "What, do you
not like the last honeycomb I showed you?" he seemed to say. I began to
think that he was an evil spirit instead of a kind fairy; but yet,
perhaps, after all, he was as much astonished at finding a lion instead
of a honeycomb as I was. At all events, he appeared regardless of the
danger into which he had led me, and not aware that I might have shot
him dead in a moment. I could not at the time account for the trick he
had played me; but I have since heard that such is not at all an
uncommon occurrence, and that honey-birds frequently take the natives
who are in pursuit of honey in the same way up to some savage monster.
Having got to a considerable distance from the wood, I ventured to turn
round and walk forwards, at the same time very frequently casting
anxious glances over my shoulder to ascertain whether the lion was
coming in pursuit of me. In vain the honey-bird tried to draw me off on
one side. I declined after this accompanying my little friend any
further.
I had taken the bearings of the baobab-tree grove, so that I could
easily find it. When at length I reached it Natty was in a state of
great agitation at my long absence, but was delighted with the delicious
honey I had brought him.
"Perhaps the honey-birds want to have the wild beasts killed, and are
not aware that when people are only in search of honey they are not
prepared to encounter a lion or a rhinoceros," he remarked, when I
described my adventure.
He might have been incredulous about my account, but I showed him the
honey-bird, which had perched on a branch near us; and, as soon as I
took out the honey, down it came and ate some of it with the greatest
confidence. I then felt convinced, from his unsuspicious behaviour,
that he had had no intention of leading me into danger.
We immediately ate some of the honey spread on the mushrooms. I wished
that I could find some means of stewing those curious productions of
nature, for they would he, I was sure, a valuable addition to our fare.
Poor Natty still continued very weak. I did my best to forage for him,
but, in spite of my exertions, the only food I could procure was not
satisfactory for a sick person. As to leaving him, the more I thought
of it the more dangerous for him did it appear. Even were there nothing
to apprehend from the attacks of wild beasts, he was too weak to obtain
even water for himself, and we had no means of preserving the food I
obtained for any length of time. I should not have cared so much for
myself, but I felt all the time how alarmed our friends would be on our
account, besides which I felt very anxious to go in search of Leo and
his companion. We had reason to be thankful that we were in so
sheltered a spot, as for several days in succession violent storms burst
over us, heavy downfalls of rain flooding the lower ground in our
neighbourhood.
My honey-bird led me in the interval to more bees' nests, and I got an
ample supply of mushrooms; but they, as may be supposed, were not
sufficient to support life. The birds, getting an abundance of water
elsewhere, no longer visited the pool, and I became greatly afraid of
starving.
One day I had gone to the ant-hill in search of mushrooms, when I saw a
troop of gnus coming across the plain. As they advanced towards me I
remained stationary, hiding myself from them by the hill. I got my
rifle ready to fire, earnestly hoping that my aim would be steady. On
came the herd, frisking and prancing, till they got within thirty yards
of where I lay concealed. They scented danger, I fancied, for they
began to look about, and seemed ready to dart off in an opposite
direction. I selected the nearest, and fired. I could scarcely say how
delighted I was when over rolled the creature. He got up, however, and
even then would, I was afraid, escape me. I dashed forward, and drawing
my axe, struck him on one of the hind-legs. Down he fell, and in
another instant I had deprived him of life. I now understood the
feelings of a famished hunter. Without a moment's delay I began to cut
up the animal, and loaded myself with as much of the best parts of the
meat as I could carry. The remainder I left for the birds and beasts of
prey, and hurried back with my prize to Natty. I selected as much as I
thought we could consume while it remained eatable. The rest I cut into
thin strips, and hung them up to the boughs outside our cavern. Natty
meantime made up a fire, with which we roasted a good portion. I felt
no longer surprised at the way I had seen the blacks feed, so ravenous
did the smell of the roasted meat make me.
"Don't you think that if we were to smoke some flesh it would keep
longer?" observed Natty.
I followed his suggestion, and from the way it dried I was in hopes that
the experiment would be successful. I was about to return for the
remainder of the meat, to dry it in this way, when the rein came down.
Notwithstanding the more substantial food Natty had now got, he was
still too weak to walk any distance. The flesh of the gnu, with the
honey and mushrooms, enabled us to subsist in tolerable plenty for a
week. The portions I had smoked and dried, at the end of that time
became almost uneatable, and I saw that I must succeed in killing
another animal, or that we should starve. That night I was awaked from
sleep by hearing a low cry of distress. The dreadful thought seized me
that a hyena had come into our cavern and carried off Natty. I
anxiously put out my hands, and to my relief found that he was on his
bed, breathing quietly. Then I thought that he must have cried out in
his sleep. But again that low wail of distress reached my ears. It is
some human being, I thought to myself, attacked by wild beasts, or
fallen into a lagoon; indeed, it sounded exactly like the cry of a
person in danger of drowning. Perhaps it may be one of our friends come
in search of us. Again it came through the night air. I could bear it
no longer, for I was certain that a fellow-creature was in danger. I
awoke Natty. "Do not be alarmed," I said; "I hear some one calling for
help. I must go out and see what I can do, but I will be back
presently. Remain quiet till my return!" Seizing my rifle, and feeling
the lock to ascertain that it was all right, I hurried out in the
direction from whence the sounds came. Again that plaintive cry reached
my ear. I thought I heard the very words,--"Come, come! Help, help!"
I dashed forward, for I knew the ground thoroughly. It could not be a
person drowning, for there was no lagoon in that direction. As I
advanced the wails became lower and lower, and sobs alone reached me. I
was afraid that I was too late to render help. Presently, bending down,
to be more certain of the direction I should take, I saw against the
dark sky the outline of a lion. His claws were on his prey, and his
tail was moving round. "He has killed the man, I fear," I thought.
Still, regardless of the danger I was running, and urged by an impulse I
could not resist, I rushed forward, ready to fire should the lion
advance towards me. I shouted at the top of my voice. I went on till I
was within a dozen yards of the brute, and then once more raised a loud
and determined shout. As I did so he turned his head, and then uttering
a loud growl, slowly stalked away, and disappeared behind some bushes at
a little distance. I hurried to the spot he had quitted, but instead of
a human being, I saw before me an animal stretched lifeless on the
ground. On feeling the head, I discovered that it had no horns, and
then, taking one of the hoofs in my hand, I found that it was either a
zebra or quagga. To leave it there would be to ensure its being carried
off by its destroyer. I therefore set to work as well as I could in the
dark, and cut off the flesh, looking up cautiously every minute, as may
be supposed, to ascertain whether the lion was coming back to reclaim
his prey. The necessity of obtaining food only could have induced me to
run so terrible a risk, for I could scarcely suppose that the monarch of
the woods would allow me thus before his face to carry off his prize.
He did not appear, however. I supposed that, never having before
encountered a human being, he was more alarmed by my appearance than I
had been by his. Perhaps he took me for a gorilla, which the lion is
said to hold in wholesome fear.
I now hastened back to Natty. The lion must have returned and carried
off the portions I left him, for the next morning not a particle of the
zebra could I discover. Still, it was not pleasant to know that he was
in our neighbourhood. I treated the flesh of the zebra as I had done
that of the gnu, although it was not quite so palatable.
The following day we were seated at our dinner, when, looking out, I saw
a troop of zebras trotting by, stopping occasionally to feed, and then
again moving on. I remarked especially a young zebra following them at
a short distance. They passed close to the thicket in which I had seen
the lion disappear. "If the old fellow is there," I observed to Natty,
"I should not be surprised were he to rush out and seize one of them."
Scarcely had I spoken when the whole herd began frisking about, and
scampering here and there. Just then I heard a loud roar, and, as I had
been surmising might possibly occur, out dashed a grey old lion towards
the little zebra. I had instinctively seized my rifle. "You shall not
kill that pretty little beast if I can help it," I exclaimed. But the
lion seemed determined that he would do so in spite of me. In another
instant he was up to the zebra, and had struck him with one of his paws,
which threw it staggering some paces from me. He was evidently, I saw,
an old fellow, unable to leap as a young lion does. I ran forward, and
before he had again come up with the little zebra, I had levelled my
rifle and fired. The ball hit him in the head, and over he rolled.
Greatly to my astonishment, the little zebra, instead of attempting to
escape, rose to his feet, and, looking at me for a moment, came trotting
towards me. "I am sure I know you," I exclaimed. "You are Bella's
little pet." The poor little creature was very much hurt, but not, I
hoped, maimed altogether. From the way he came up to me, I had not the
slightest doubt that my conjecture was right; for when I held out my
hand, he put his nose into it, and seemed to recognise me as a friend.
He looked very thin, but as I examined him I was sure that he was an old
acquaintance. The lion, meantime, giving a few struggles, fell over
perfectly dead. Putting my handkerchief round the zebra's neck, I led
him up to our tree. Great was Natty's delight at seeing him.
"O Andrew," he exclaimed, "now there is a way for us to rejoin our
friends. Though you cannot carry me so far, Zebra, I am sure, can; and
as soon as he is well, we will set out."
As there was ample room for the little animal inside our cavern, I
brought him in, and closed the entrance. Having washed his side, I
bound it up with a handkerchief, when the bleeding stopped. The rain
had brought up an abundance of grass. I went out and cut some, which he
readily ate out of my hand. Having done this, I went back to examine
the lion. I found the mane thickly streaked with grey; and on examining
his huge mouth, I discovered that the teeth were completely worn away,
while his claws were broken and blunted. This accounted for the escape
of the little zebra I had heard that when lions in their old age can no
longer kill the prey to which they have been accustomed, they lie in
wait for the young of animals, or take to robbing the poultry-yards of
the natives, attacking their goats, and sometimes, indeed, try to carry
off women and children. It was the consciousness, probably, of his
weakness which made the old fellow so easily render up his prey to me on
a former occasion. In spite of his age and probable toughness, I was
tempted to see if I could get any steaks out of him, to form a supply of
food should our stock of meat not be sufficient to last us till we could
get home. I cut off a few pounds; but the smell of the flesh at last
made me desist, thinking that neither Natty nor I would be able to eat
it, either smoked or dried. I had thrown it down, indeed, but still I
thought it might be wiser to secure some; so I took up what I had cut
off, and returned with it to the tree. Without telling Natty, I lighted
a fire, and cutting it into strips, hung it up to the branches, so that
it might be thickly enveloped in smoke. By giving the little zebra
plenty of grass, in three or four days he had entirely recovered from
his injury. Natty also said that he felt better, and was sure he could
undertake the journey homeward.