"Very well," said he, and proceeded to tell Manuela how to act as
sick-nurse. When he had finished, the girl at once stepped up to
Tiger's wife with a winning smile, patted her shoulder, kissed her
forehead, and then, pointing to the little invalid with a look of
profound intelligence, went out of the hut. Presently she returned with
some of the gravy of the alligator-ragout, sat down beside the little
one, and began to administer it in small quantities. Evidently the
child was pleased both with the food and the angel of mercy who had
found her, for she nestled in a comfortable way close to Manuela's side.
Lawrence observed, when the latter looked round for something she
wanted, that her eyes were full of tears.
"I knew I was right," he muttered to himself as he returned to the fire,
where Quashy had already spread out the breakfast, "she certainly _must_
be a princess of the Incas. They were notoriously celebrated for their
gentle and amiable qualities, even at the time of Pizarro's conquest."
What more passed in his mind we cannot tell, for he ceased to mutter,
and never revealed his subsequent thoughts to any one.
"Now, Quashy," said Lawrence, when breakfast was over, "we are left here
in what we may style difficulties. The Indians don't understand Spanish
or English, so until Pedro returns we shall have to get along as best we
can by signs."
"Bery well, massa, I hope you knows how to talk by signs, for its more
dan dis nigger do."
As he spoke he threw an ear of maize at a monkey which sat on a branch
overhead gazing at the party with an expression of the most woebegone
resignation. He missed his aim, but none the less did that monkey
change its look into a glare of intense indignation, after which it fled
shrieking, with hurt feelings, into the woods.
"I'm not much up in the language of signs," said Lawrence, "but we must
try our best."
Saying which he arose, and, touching Tiger on the shoulder, beckoned him
to follow.
With the lithe, easy motions of the animal after which he was named, the
Indian rose. Lawrence led him a few paces from the fire, and then,
putting himself in the attitude of a man discharging an arrow from a
bow, suddenly let the imaginary arrow fly, looked at the savage, touched
his own breast, and smiled.
So did Quashy, with compound interest. Spotted Tiger looked puzzled,
shook his head, and also smiled.
"He t'ink you wants him to shoot you," said Quashy.
"No, no, that's not it," said Lawrence, with a somewhat abashed look at
the Indian. "I want you to take us out shooting--hunting, you
know--_hunting_."
As Tiger did _not_ know the word "hunting" he continued to shake his
head with a puzzled air.
Every one who has tried it knows what a silly, almost imbecile, feeling
comes over one when one attempts the communication of ideas in dumb
show. Feelings of this sort affected our hero very keenly. He
therefore, while continuing the pantomime, kept up a running or
interjectional accompaniment in the English language.
"Look here, Tiger," he said, impressively, taking up two sticks which he
made to represent a bow and arrow, and placing them in position, "I want
to go hunting with you--hunting--shooting the jaguar."
"Yes, de jaguar--tiger, you know," said Quashy, who, in his anxiety to
get the savage to understand, imitated his master's actions, and could
not refrain from occasionally supplementing his speech.
As a tiger-skin chanced to be hanging on a bush near to the fire,
Lawrence completed his pantomime by throwing his mimic arrow against
that.
A gleam of intelligence suffused the face of the savage. Stalking into
his hut, he returned with a bow considerably longer than himself, and an
arrow, also of great length. Retiring to a distance from the
jaguar-skin above referred to, he bent his bow quickly, and sent an
arrow straight through the middle of it, thereafter raising himself with
a look of pride.
"Why, the fellow thinks I want him to show off his powers of shooting,"
said Lawrence.
"So he do--de idjit!" said Quashy.
With much anxiety of expression, great demonstration of vigorous action,
and many painful efforts of inventive genius, the two men tried to
convey their wishes to that son of the soil, but all in vain. At last
in desperation Quashy suddenly seized the jaguar-skin, threw it over his
own shoulders, placed a long pole in Lawrence's hands, and said--
"Now, massa, you look out, I's agwine to spring at you, and you stick
me."
He uttered a mighty roar as he spoke, and bounded towards his master,
who, entering at once into the spirit of the play, received him on the
point of his spear, whereupon the human jaguar instantly fell and
revelled for a few seconds in the agonies of death. Then he calmly
rose.
"Now," said he, with a look of contempt, "if he no understan' dat, it's
'cause he hain't got no brains."
At first the Indian had gazed at this little scene with a look of
intense astonishment. When it was finished he burst into a fit of
hearty laughter. Evidently it was the best piece of acting he had seen
since he was born, and if he had been other than a savage, he must
certainly have shouted "bravo!" perhaps "encore!" and clapped his hands.
"Boh! he's a born idjit!" cried Quashy, turning away in disgust, but a
new idea seemed to flash into his fertile brain.
"Stop a bit!" he suddenly exclaimed, seizing a piece of flat bark that
lay at his feet. On this, with the point of a charred stick, he drew a
triangular form, with three dots in it for two eyes and a nose. An oval
attached to this represented a body; at the other end a long waving line
served for a tail; four short lines below indicated legs. This creature
he covered all over with spots.
"There," he cried, sticking it into a bush, and glaring at the Indian,
"jaguar!--jaguar!"
Catching up the pole which Lawrence had thrown down, he rushed at this
jaguar, and pierced it through the heart. Thereafter, in hot haste, he
picked up Tiger's bow and arrows, ran down to the river, put them into a
small canoe, and thrust it into the water. Holding on with one hand, he
waved with the other.
"Ho! hi! come along, you stuppid idjit!"
The "stuppid idjit" was enlightened at last. With a dignified smile,
which would probably have been a frown if he had understood Quashy's
words, he went up to his hut, and selected a lance and a bow, with
which, and a quiver of arrows, he returned to the little hunting canoe.
Seeing that they were now understood, Lawrence took his shot-gun and
pistols; the negro also armed himself, and in a few minutes more they
found themselves paddling gently down the sluggish current of the river.
The scenery through which those curiously assorted hunters passed that
day in their light canoe was singularly beautiful; and when, turning up
one of the narrow streams that fed the main river, they came into a
region of sweet, mellow twilight, caused by the over-arching trees,
where the very aspect of nature suggested, though it could not create,
coolness, Lawrence felt as if he had been at last transported into those
famous regions of fairyland which, if they really existed, and we were
in very deed to get into them, would, perchance, not equal, and
certainly could not excel, our own actual world!
Gigantic trees towered upwards till their heads were lost in the
umbrageous canopy, while their stems were clasped by powerful snake-like
creepers, or adorned with flowering parasites. The bushes grew so thick
and tangled that it seemed as if neither man nor beast could penetrate
them--which indeed was the case, as regards man, in many places; yet
here and there unexpected openings permitted the charmed eyes to rest
upon romantic vistas where creepers, convolvuli, and other flowers, of
every shape, hue, and size, hung in festoons and clusters, or carpeted
the ground. Fruit, too, was there in abundance. Everything seemed to
bear fruit. The refreshing and not too luscious prickly pear; the
oukli, an enormous cactus, not unlike the prickly pear but with larger
fruit, whose delightful pulp was of a blood-red colour; the ancoche,
with sweet-tasted pearl-like drops, and many others.
There was plenty of animal life, also, in and around this stream, to
interest the hunters, who were now obliged to exert themselves a little
to make head against the sluggish current. Water-hens were innumerable,
and other wild-fowl flew or paddled about, enjoying, apparently, a most
luxuriant existence, while brown ant-hills were suggestive of
exceedingly busy life below as well as above ground. There are many
kinds of ants out there, some of them very large, others not quite so
large, which, however, make up in vicious wickedness what they lack in
size.
At one bend in the stream they came suddenly on a boa-constrictor which
was swimming across; at another turn they discovered a sight which
caused Lawrence to exclaim--
"There's a breakfast for you, Quashy. What would you say to that?"
"I'd like to hab 'im cooked, massa."
The reference was to an alligator which was crossing the stream a few
yards ahead of them, with a live boa in his jaws. The huge serpent was
about twelve feet long, and wriggled horribly to escape, but the monster
had it fast by the middle. Evidently its doom was fixed.
Several tapirs and a band of grunting peccaries were also seen, but all
these were passed without molestation, for the ambitions of our hunters
that day soared to nothing less than the tiger of the American jungles--
the sneaking, lithe, strong, and much-dreaded jaguar.
Spotted Tiger seemed to have at last become fully aware of the spirit of
his companions, for he took no apparent note of the various animals seen
as they passed along, and evidently was on the outlook for the monarch
of the jungle. Having been told by Pedro that he was a celebrated
hunter, Lawrence felt sure that he would lead them to success.
"Why you no shoot de deer an' pepper de alligators, massa?" asked Quashy
at last, after several of the creatures mentioned had been seen and
passed.
"Because I don't want them," returned Lawrence, "and I have no pleasure
in useless destruction of life. Besides, I am anxious to shoot a
jaguar, having a strong wish to take home the claws and skull of one--
the first for my friends, the last for a museum. When we want food I
will shoot deer, or anything else that's eatable."
Quashy remained silent. He seemed to be revolving his master's reply in
a philosophical way, when something between a snarl and a growl turned
his thoughts sharply into another channel.
Tiger quietly prepared his bow and arrows and laid his spears so that
they should be handy. Lawrence and the negro also got ready their
weapons, and then they advanced with caution, dipping their paddles
lightly, and gazing earnestly into the jungle on the right bank of the
stream.