Though, after the wild life I had been so long living, I would gladly
have remained behind in the society of my young cousins, I was so
anxious to learn how Natty was going on that I felt very glad when I
found myself in the saddle, with saddle-bags well stored with
rhinoceros' meat and other eatables, and my rifle by my side. We had
tethers for our horses, hooks for cutting grass for them, and axes for
supplying ourselves with firewood to keep up blazing fires at night.
As we rode along, Stanley gave me fuller details of the attack which had
been made on our village, and which had resulted in the party being
compelled to quit it and seek safety at Kabomba. Soon after we had left
our home on our unfortunate expedition, Timbo had set off to Kabomba, in
the hope, as he said, of telling the natives about the Bible, showing
them how much superior is the white man's religion to their foolish
idolatry. They had listened more readily than he had expected; and his
great wish now was to return there at some future day with missionaries,
who might teach them to read about the matter themselves. He had just
got back, when one morning Jack Handspike, who was on guard, observed a
body of blacks approaching. At first he thought that they were the
villagers for whose benefit Stanley had killed the man-eating lions.
They, however, very soon exhibited their hostile intentions, by letting
fly a shower of arrows into the enclosure. Happily no one was hit.
Jack instantly roused the inmates, and fired his rifle at their
assailants, while Stanley and the rest seized their arms and rushed out
to defend the fortress. Their assailants were, however, too well
acquainted with its construction, and were now seen rushing on, each man
with a torch in his hand. These they threw among the prickly-pear
hedge, which, dried by the hot sun, was as combustible as tinder. In an
instant the whole was in a blaze. Stanley had collected his party, each
one being loaded with as much property as could be carried. Then,
sallying forth, they fired a volley, which drove the blacks to a
distance. They were thus able to secure several of their animals, and
to save a few more of their effects. They now retreated to some rising
ground, where they witnessed the utter destruction of our habitation.
The blacks had probably not expected so brave a defence. They once more
came on; but a volley killed three of their number, and the rest,
disappointed of their expected plunder, took to flight. Timbo on this
urged Stanley to set out without delay for Kabomba. They were happily
able to reach it, though my young cousins had undergone great fatigue on
the journey. After a stay of a week at Kabomba, they had received
information that a party of white travellers had appeared at some
distance to the south. Scarcely expecting that Senhor Silva could have
returned so soon, they set off in the hope of falling in with the
strangers, accompanied by an escort of the Kabomba people, who were
anxious to show their gratitude by guarding them on their way. They had
fallen in, as I have mentioned, with Chickango, and arrived safely at
Donald Fraser's camp. Timbo supposed that the attack had been made by a
tribe from the border of the lake, who had heard of the wealth possessed
by the white men. It occurred to me that they had possibly come from
the very village which our friends had advised us to avoid; and such I
found was the ease. Had we fallen into their hands, our fate would have
been sealed.
Soon after leaving the camp, we saw before us a grove of tall
palm-trees. At first they appeared to form a part of an extensive wood.
As we drew nearer, we discovered that the trees grew at considerable
distances from each other. They were tall and extremely graceful, each
branch having the appearance of a beautiful fan; and as the wind waved
them to and fro, the effect was peculiarly pleasing. They are known as
"fan-palms"--the most beautiful, perhaps, of their tribe. We found
fruit growing on them about the size of an apple, of a deep brown
colour. Timbo begged us to stop, and he would try and get some. He
accordingly climbed up one of the trees, helping himself with a band
round his waist, and soon came down with a number of the fruit. They
contained kernels as hard as a stone, which put us in mind of vegetable
ivory. We found the fruit very palatable and refreshing. Most of the
trees, however, were so tall, that it was evident the fruit could not be
obtained without difficulty. I should have said we took a couple of
dogs with us which had attached themselves to Stanley. They might prove
useful at night in giving us warning of the approach of any wild beast;
and we were therefore glad of their company. The country was tolerably
open, but in some parts we had to pass through dense forests. In most
of these, however, we could generally find an elephant path from one
side to the other, always broad enough to allow two horsemen to ride
abreast. Frequently Stanley rode ahead; while I rode alongside Timbo,
who was more communicative than my cousin. He, I have already said, was
a man rather of action than words; and would, for an hour together, ride
without speaking, unless something attracted his attention. He had gone
some way ahead, with the two dogs at his side; we following at a little
distance, though, of course, always keeping him in sight. Timbo was
recounting, with considerable animation, some of the adventures of his
youth, when suddenly his narrative was interrupted by a loud trumpeting
sound, and we saw Stanley wheel round and gallop towards us. At the
same moment, a huge elephant, the largest monster I ever saw, with trunk
projected, vast ears spread-out, and tail erect, burst from the thicket,
and in hot haste pursued my cousin.
"Fly! fly!" shouted Stanley; "gallop off for your lives!" We required
no second order to obey him. Stanley was looking round at the monster;
but, situated as he was in a pathway between thick trees, among which he
could not force a passage, he was unable to fire. Flight was our only
resource. We were already deep in the forest, and I had remarked no
other way except the one by which we had come. Had we stopped and
attempted to fire, we might too likely have shot Stanley, who was
directly between us and the elephant. Had we missed, Stanley would
certainly have been trampled upon; and so probably should we, as by the
delay we should have impeded his progress, and prevented him from
escaping. Very unwillingly, therefore, we turned our horses' heads and
galloped on, hoping to keep ahead of him. His horse was, fortunately,
the fleetest and strongest animal of the three. It seemed also to know
its danger, and flew along over the ground at a rapid rate; but still
the cumbrous monster came as fast, trumpeting and shrieking with rage.
His huge feet almost touched the horse's hinder hoofs, so it seemed;
while his trunk, in the glance I had got of him, appeared to be about to
descend upon Stanley's head. So dangerous was the position in which he
was placed, that I scarcely dared hope he would escape. "On! on!" he
shouted. "On! on!" we shrieked in return, trying to urge forward our
steeds at a little faster rate. The dogs, aware of their danger,
scampered off, with tongues hanging out, watching for an opening in the
thicket through which they might bolt. We had passed over several
fallen trees and other impediments in the path; and I dreaded lest,
coming against such, our horses might stumble. Now a trunk appeared
before us. Our horses leaped boldly over it. I hoped that Stanley's
would follow, and that it might offer some impediment to the elephant.
Glancing for a moment anxiously round over my shoulder, I saw that the
monster had also got over it without stopping. Could we once gain the
open country, I knew that we should have a better prospect of escaping;
because by separating the elephant would hesitate which to pursue, and
while he followed one of us, the others would be able to fire at him.
Still we had a considerable distance to go, for I calculated that we had
penetrated a mile or more into the forest. It was indeed a gallop for
life, and the elephant seemed determined to wreak his fury on us. What
had offended him so much it was difficult to say--perhaps the sight of a
horse, strange probably to him.
I think I have mentioned that when a troop of elephants are passing
leisurely onwards, feeding as they go, their footfall is unheard; but
when angry, the case is very different. The monster seemed to make the
very ground quake beneath his feet, as he came trumpeting on behind us,
adding, not a little, I suspect, to the terror of our horses, which,
with manes and tails streaming out, like some demon-pursued steeds of
German legend, dashed through the wood. There was no need of whip or
spur to urge them on. How thankful I felt when at length, under the
tall arched trees, I caught sight of the open plain! Still our steeds
dashed on. I turned my head to learn how it fared with Stanley. He was
sitting his horse as composedly as ever, though the elephant was close
behind him. "Andrew, turn to the right!--Timbo, keep ahead!" he
shouted. We obeyed, and the elephant dashed out of the cover. The huge
animal was coming on at even greater speed than at first, in no way out
of breath with its long and tremendous charge. Stanley wheeled his
horse to the left, while the elephant dashed forward, and seeing Timbo,
pursued him. This was exactly what Stanley wanted. Again wheeling his
horse, he followed, keeping on the quarter of the animal. I saw he was
getting his rifle ready to fire. I imitated his example. The dogs,
too, breaking from the cover, came in pursuit, and assisted us. With
difficulty could Stanley curb in his horse. The elephant, hearing
noises behind him, stopped. The instant he did so, Stanley's rifle was
at his shoulder. There was a report, and the animal, a moment before so
terror-inspiring by its bulk and powers of destruction, sank upon the
grass. Its trunk fell, its mighty limbs stretched out, and before one
of the yelping dogs could reach it, life was extinct.
Our escape had indeed been providential. It was some minutes before
Timbo could rein in his horse, and we had to shout and shout to him to
return. At length, however, he arrived, and was as delighted as we were
to see our enemy overcome.
Timbo proposed that we should return to the camp and get our friends to
come and carry off the tusks and flesh; but as I was anxious to get
assistance for Natty as soon as possible, I begged Stanley to proceed,
hoping that we might find the tusks on our way back.
"Dat bery unlikely," said Timbo; "but we cut dem out and hide dem, and
den if black fellows come to take de meat, dey no find de tusks."
We accordingly set to work to cut out the tusks, which Timbo then hid in
the wood and covered them up with branches. I asked Stanley whether we
should proceed by the pathway, or take the route outside the forest.
"There is but little fear of our encountering another fellow like the
one we have killed," he answered. "He was evidently a solitary beast,
by his savage disposition: and the chances are we shall get through
without further interruption. If not, we can but have another gallop
for it, Andrew. I rather enjoyed mine; though, to be sure, it was a
neck or nothing affair."
This was the chief difficulty we met on our journey. We formed our camp
at night, as we had proposed. With the aid of the dogs and the
watch-fires, we were uninterrupted, although the roars of lions were
heard in the distance, and we had visits from jackals and hyena-dogs,
who came prowling round, attracted by the scent of our roasting meat;
Stanley's unerring rifle supplying us amply with game. We had a
pleasant addition one day in a large bustard which he shot. Though very
abundant, the bird is shy, so that a good sportsman alone can hope to
kill it. It weighed about fifteen pounds. The flesh was very tender
and palatable, and we agreed that it was the best flavoured of the game
birds we had met with. After each day's journey, Timbo generally went
in search of small game or birds' eggs, of which he brought us a
plentiful supply; so that we lived in abundance.
At length we recognised the reed-covered habitations of our Kabomba
friends, the whole population apparently turning out to welcome us. The
chief men, and those who had accompanied Stanley to the camp, hurried
forward to grasp his hands, while the rest stood at a distance, gazing
at the strange animals which our horses appeared to them; indeed, those
only who had been to the camp had ever seen a horse before. Our first
inquiries were, of course, for Natty.
"Chief say better, but not like walk much," answered Timbo.
"Beg them to let me see him at once," I said, riding on.
It was difficult, however, to get through the dense mass who came to
shake our hands and embrace Timbo--a ceremony to which they knew we
objected. At length we reached the chief's house, at the entrance of
which Natty was standing. Poor fellow! he still looked very pale and
thin, and I was afraid from his appearance that his days were numbered.
"I shall get better now you have come for me," he said, looking up in my
face. "I have been so longing for your return, and began to dread that
some accident had happened. Do not be anxious about me, Andrew. I
know--I am sure I shall get better."
I trusted so. "The food on which he has been living probably has not
suited him," I thought; "and when he is placed under David's care, he
may begin to improve." This hope prevented my spirits sinking, as they
would otherwise have done. We told the Kabomba people that we were
anxious to return immediately to our friends; and as I saw that it would
be dangerous for Natty to ride behind one of us, as we had proposed, I
begged the chief to allow some of his young men to carry him. To this
he agreed; and forthwith I set to work, aided by Timbo, to form a
litter. There were plenty of bamboos in the neighbourhood, and with
these we constructed a light and very convenient conveyance, with a
roof, back, and sides. The greater part was formed of bamboo, and
matting served as a cover to keep off the sun's rays in the day-time,
and the damp at night. We then had to train some bearers; for the
people were unaccustomed to bear loads in the way a litter must be
carried. Timbo employed his time, when not assisting me, in addressing
his countrymen. When I asked him if he had succeeded in impressing on
their minds any gospel truths--"Yes," he said; "I sow leetle seed, but
it grow up and bear fruit some of dese days. No fear; dat seed I sow
nebber rot."
Among the inhabitants of the village I recognised my three faithless
attendants. The chief expressed himself very much ashamed at their
having deserted me. They excused themselves by saying that they thought
I had been made prisoner, and that they had run away to avoid sharing my
fate. I replied that I was _very_ glad they had got home safely, and
that I harboured no ill-will towards them.
"I tell dem dat Christians ought to do good to deir enemies, so dey
understand why you no beg de chief to kill dem," observed Timbo.
At break of day we commenced our return journey. Our style of
travelling was very different from what it had been during my former
adventures. We had bearers for Natty, and also a party of armed men
with shields and spears as a body-guard, and others carrying provisions,
while we ourselves were mounted on strong steeds. For most of the time
I rode near Natty, anxious to keep up his spirits. Now and then Timbo
took my place. Stanley generally rode ahead; as, however, we had to
proceed slowly, he frequently started off with the dogs to get some
sport. He was, as usual, successful, and kept our pots well supplied.
I told him he must look out, and not be caught by another rogue
elephant.
"No fear of that," he answered. "I keep my eye about me; and, in truth,
I should rather enjoy being again chased. It is but fair, considering
how fond I am of hunting animals, that I should occasionally be hunted
in return."
We had accomplished four days of our journey, when, early in the
morning, Stanley was riding some distance ahead, and Timbo and I were
keeping at the side of Natty's litter. Natty was, I hoped, decidedly
better. He was able to walk about every evening in the cool, and would
sit at the camp-fire and join in conversation as well as any of us. We
were passing along the edge of a wood, of which there were several
scattered about in sight, though the country was generally open. A
shorter way might have been found, perhaps, through the wood; but our
black friends declined entering it, declaring that many lions lurked
there, and urging us to be on the watch for them.
"I only wish some of them would come out," observed Stanley. "I should
like to carry home the hide of one, for I have lost all those I have
killed."
Stanley, as I have said, was a little in advance, keeping close to the
wood, looking apparently into it in search of game, for he was as good a
shot on horseback as on foot. Presently I saw his horse swerve on one
side. With whip and spur he brought the animal again up to the wood.
Just then there was a fearful roar. The horse again started on one
side, the suddenness of his movement almost unseating his rider, whose
cap was knocked off. The next moment a huge lion, breaking cover,
sprang out of the wood with a tremendous bound, and alighted on the back
of the horse, grasping Stanley with one of his tremendous claws.
Stanley, leaning over his horse's neck to avoid him, in vain attempted
with his rifle to beat off the savage brute. To gallop to his rescue
was the impulse of the moment. In another instant my cousin might be
killed; for had he once been dragged from his horse, nothing could have
prevented the lion seizing him between his powerful jaws, wide open at
that moment to grasp him. The risk Stanley had run in the adventure
with the elephant seemed as nothing compared to the awful danger in
which he was now placed. Our horses, though not unaccustomed to carry
their riders in chase of lions, trembled in every limb. The frightened
blacks were about to fly, leaving Natty on the ground. I shouted to
them to come back, when Timbo and I spurred on our horses towards my
cousin. He caught sight of us coming.
"Fire! fire!" he shouted. "Kill the brute! Never mind though you hit
me!"
I sprang from my horse, and just as I got my rifle to my shoulder,
Stanley, with the lion still clinging to him, dashed by. It was not a
moment to hesitate. If I failed to hit the lion, my cousin must be
killed. I fired, and he and the lion fell from the back of the horse.
My heart felt sick, for I thought he had been killed. The horse, freed
from the grasp of the mighty brute, galloped off across the plain. My
cousin lay on the ground, and I saw that the lion's paw was still on
him. I instantly began to reload. Timbo in the meantime had come up.
What was my horror to see the lion, though wounded, working his way on
towards Stanley's body. I was afraid if I now fired of hitting him.
Without a moment's delay Timbo bravely rushed forward, shouting loudly,
when the lion, raising himself on his fore-feet, and crouching down,
prepared to make his deadly spring. Timbo stood firm as a rock. I
fired. For an instant I saw the lion in the air; but the next he rolled
over, not two feet from the brave black. I rushed up to Stanley. As I
approached, he lifted himself on his arm, greatly to my relief.
"He nearly did for me; but I believe I am less hurt than I supposed!" he
exclaimed.
However, even as he spoke, he sank back again. I knelt down by his
side. The lion's claws had inflicted a fearful wound on his shoulder,
and his hip also appeared to be greatly torn. Timbo, having ascertained
that the lion was dead, now came up to assist me in supporting his
master. Fortunately we had brought some spirits. I shouted to the
blacks to come on with Natty and our goods, and as soon as possible
poured a good portion of spirits and water down Stanley's throat. Natty
had got out of his palanquin and came towards us. Some of the blacks
had, in the meantime, gone off to catch the horses. Poor Natty's
concern was very great at seeing what had occurred.
"O Captain Hyslop, you must be put into my litter!" he said; "I am sure
I shall be able to ride, for I feel quite strong now."
This indeed seemed the only way of conveying Stanley.
"But suppose I go on, and bring up Massa David," said Timbo. "Dat is de
best t'ing."
I agreed with him. Having washed Stanley's wounds, and bound them up as
well as I was able, with Timbo's assistance, we placed him in the
litter; while Natty mounted my horse, I agreeing to walk by his side.
The blacks having caught the horses, Timbo set off, leading Stanley's
steed, in order that David might ride back on it to his brother's
assistance. We then proceeded at a somewhat slower pace than before,
the bearers finding a great difference between my strongly-built cousin
and poor young Natty. As may be supposed, we kept a very strict watch
at night, lest we might be visited by another lion. Stanley did his
utmost to keep up his spirits; but from the fearful laceration he had
suffered, his nervous system was greatly shaken, and he often relapsed
into a state almost of unconsciousness. Natty, however, with the air
and exercise, recovered his strength, and every day looked better. I
was very thankful when, towards the end of the next day, I caught sight
of two objects moving over the plain towards us. Gradually, as they
approached, I made out two horsemen, and in a little time David and
Timbo galloped up to our camp. Timbo's anxiety about his master had
probably made him describe the wound as worse than it was, and David was
in a state of great agitation when he arrived. He, however, after
examining his brother's hurts, expressed a hope that they would soon get
well, and complimented me greatly on the way I had treated him. Still,
I was very glad that David had arrived; for, in consequence of the
constant state of stupor into which Stanley had fallen, I began to feel
very anxious about him.
We continued to travel on at a very slow pace, as Stanley could not bear
any shaking. Three days more therefore passed away before we came in
sight of the camp.
I had never before seen my cousin Kate so much out of spirits, and it
was not till two or three days after our arrival, when Stanley was found
to be progressing favourably, that she was at all herself again. To me,
however, she was always kind and gentle.