CHAPTER XLIII.

THE RESCUE OF HIS CHILD.

Some time before this, I had fortunately made for myself a pair of

long sandals, formed of panther's skin, which I wore as Bryan O'Lynn

did his breeches--

"With the skinny side out and the hairy side in."

Indeed these, and a kind of shirt of grass-matting, were all the

garments I possessed; for the savages, on our capture, tore all our

clothes into strips, that each might have a portion; thus, every coin

and button found upon us were appropriated; even our watches were

broken up, and the wheels and springs of them were worn in their

noses and ears as ornaments.

These sandals enabled me to run with ease and safety through patches

of prickly yams, among serrated blades of grass, wild vines, dense

creepers, and all kinds of thorny bushes.

Two warriors, on hearing the alarm, joined me in the pursuit. One

soon passed me, but went upon a false trail; the other stumbled and

hurt himself severely; so relinquishing my wooden hoe for his

asseguy, I continued the pursuit alone.

Encumbered by her prey, the baboon could only run upon her hind legs,

thus I easily kept her in sight after seeing her again. She was

making straight towards those steep and lofty rocks which overhang

the Gabon river--the same fatal rocks where three of our boat's crew

had perished so miserably.

But her progress was soon impeded by a wall of gigantic reeds about

ten feet high, through which a passage seemed impossible, as they

grew close and dense amid a deep miasmatic quagmire, which covered

all the plain at the base of the rocks, and amid which myriads of

water-snakes lurked, and poisonous reptiles squattered. Here, too,

there was no air--not a breath could be inhaled with freedom, for the

density of the reeds obstructed every passing current; and, gasping

and bathed in perspiration, as I drew near the savage animal she

turned, and was about to make a hostile, and perhaps most fatal

spring, in which case all had ended with me then; when suddenly

perceiving a narrow opening in the reedy wall, she changed her

intention, and entering, again vanished with the child.

Further pursuit seemed impossible!

I sank under a tree, and for some time fanned myself with a large

leaf. While thus employed, I heard a strange railing cry at a

distance, and on looking round perceived the baboon, about a hundred

yards off, clambering up the face of the rocks, where it entered a

hole, and disappeared.

Though I could scarcely hope that the child of Amoo would be alive or

undevoured, I marked well the locality of the crevice its captor had

entered, and making a detour, reached the end of the reedy marsh, and

then proceeded boldly to ascend the rocks.

In some parts the climbing convolvoli and papyrus grew in such

masses, and were so interlaced, as to form a rampart, against which I

toiled in despair, and had my skin torn in innumerable places, ere I

could burst through them. One feels so helpless without clothing.

At last I reached the vicinity of the hole, and after pausing for a

time to recover breath, advanced with the asseguy charged breast

high, lest the fierce brute might spring forth upon me; but on

peering into the den, I saw its eyes glancing, and its grim

satyr-like visage grinning at me, while uttering a hoarse cry.

The infant was alive, and its captor was kindly fondling it; having

been probably deprived of her own offspring by some hunter's shaft,

the act of abduction had been prompted by a strange and erratic

maternal emotion in herself.

Amoo explained this to me afterwards as being no uncommon occurrence.

I had no thought of it then, but rushed upon her with the long and

sharp asseguy, and thrust it deeply into her breast. Coiled up in

her little den, and thus rendered incapable of active resistance, she

could only howl, bite, and writhe upon the tough teakwood shaft;

while her life-blood smeared all the little black infant, and ebbed

away among the well-picked bones of the small monkeys and wild ducks,

which strewed the hole that formed her lair.

The poor baboon expired just as I drew forth the asseguy for a

finishing thrust; and at that moment Amoo, with a crowd of other

savages, came rushing up the rocks, and joined me, with excitement

expressed in all their wide mouths and glittering eyeballs.

Breathless and drenched in perspiration, overcome by exertion, and

somewhat sickened by the cries and death agonies of the half

human-like creature I had slain, I sank upon a bank of turf,

incapable of further exertion.

Amoo, after holding up his offspring by each leg alternately, and

viewing it over as one might do a dead duck or rabbit, to ascertain

if any of its bones were broken, found that it had suffered only a

few scratches, on which he uttered sundry shrill howls expressive of

paternal satisfaction, and patted me kindly on the head and breast,

in token that henceforth we were friends, and in amity.

"You are brave--you are brave! Yah--yah!" said he repeatedly. "You

are the brother of Amoo."

Thus did I achieve the very end I had in view--to win the confidence

of my savage task-masters!

We returned to the wigwams in triumph, bringing with us the skin of

the ursine baboon on the point of an asseguy; and the circumstance of

a creature so agile and ferocious having been slain by me, the poor

despised white slave, was evidently the cause of much marvel to that

dingy community.

From this day there was a sensible alteration in the bearing of my

mistress towards me. I cannot say that I gained more of her

confidence, or had fewer tasks set me, but when beating me with her

club, she entirely ceased to strike me on _the head_ or face, as she

had been wont to do. But the reason of this unusual forbearance was

explained to me by Amoo, and proved a very cogent reason for

hastening my departure from the unpleasant vicinity of the Snake

River.

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