CHAPTER XLI.

VISIT TO SNAKES' PARADISE.

We spent the day in idleness, for the adventures of the preceding night

were too harrowing to allow our minds to become settled on any kind of

work. It is true that we had many questions to answer, and that numerous

visitors thronged our store from sunrise until dark; but after repeating

our story to our friend Charley, he took upon himself the important

situation of narrator of the snake's doings, and by that means we were

entirely relieved of a disagreeable duty.

Our California friend--never a great stickler for truth--embellished his

version of the affair in such glowing colors, and set forth the courage

that we had displayed in the fight in such a guise that we really began

to think that our conduct was not so very tame, after all, and that we

were worthy of the congratulations showered upon us by the admiring

miners, who vowed that when our stock of goods was in, we were the men

for their money.

At length, however, the last visitor had taken his departure, with the

exception of Charley. He hung around, as though he had some important

duty yet unperformed, but what it was we were at a loss to know until he

disclosed it.

"We did pretty well, didn't we?" he asked, taking a seat by our rickety

supper table.

"In getting the crowd off? Yes, we feel much obliged to you," Fred

rejoined.

"O, tain't that. I mean 'bout making the fellers believe all I told um."

"Why, I must say that I think you disregarded the truth slightly, in

your account of the adventures."

"O, I know that I did; but don't you see that it was all 'cos I wanted

to make ye popular with the masses, and one of these days you'll get

elevated to pay for it. I knew that you fellers was frightened to death

when you seed the snake, but of course I wasn't going to say so, 'cos if

I had, it would have sp'ilt all. O, no; I know'd better than all that,

by a long chalk. Putty good coffee this, ain't it?"

We were silent with astonishment and admiration at his matchless

impudence.

"Perhaps you will be good enough to let us know how you knew we were

frightened?" Fred asked, coolly.

"Certainly--'cos I met one of the same darned things, and I run like the

devil. Fact, although you may not believe it. I don't fight snakes, if I

can get clear of um."

The man's answer was so characteristic of human nature, that we could

but smile at the honest expression, and were not disposed to quarrel

with him for giving vent to the same feeling that would have actuated us

in another encounter.

"I s'pose you won't mind coming down an ounce for the service I've

rendered you to-day," Charley said, after a pause.

"For what service?" I demanded, in astonishment.

"O, for making you popular, that's all," he repeated.

"Look here, my friend," Fred said; "it seems to me that you think we are

two log-rolling politicians, anxious to turn every thing of an exciting

nature to an advantage. In this you are disappointed. We are here to get

money, and not to get office."

"Well, ain't I here to make money, too? so where's the difference

between us? You open a store; I sell rum, and starve boarders, and

electioneer, so that you can have a great run of custom, and yet you

ain't willing to pay a man a fair sum for his work. Wall, if I ain't

almost riddy to forswear my kintry and turn Turk. It's too

aggravating--it is."

Our friend looked as though he was a martyr to friendship, yet I saw

that he was only acting in a systematic manner, to excite our

sympathies, and procure the reward that he anticipated.

"Here is the money," Fred said, after a moment's hesitancy, handing a

Spanish doubloon to the cute Yankee, who clutched at it like a hungry

shark.

"All right," he replied, pocketing the gold with a chuckle.

"And now, before you go, we wish to say one word," Fred remarked,

calmly, yet firmly. "Ever since we have been at Ballarat, you have

contrived a number of ways to swindle us of our money. What you have

received we don't wish back into our pockets: but we do give you warning

that hereafter, if you interfere in our affairs, we shall take the

liberty of administering a sound kicking to that portion of your anatomy

made to be kicked. We hope that you understand us with distinctness, and

that we shall not be called upon to put into execution our threat. Good

day."

The fellow sneaked from the store like a petty thief caught in the act,

and during our residence at the mines, he always declared that he didn't

think much of aristocrats taking the bread out of the mouths of honest

workmen, and that for his part, he should like to know from what part of

New England we came.

We spent the day, as I said before, in idleness, yet we did not forget

that we had an appointment with the inspector, the next morning. Our

horses were in fine condition and anxious for a run, and as we rubbed

them down and fed them the night before we were to start; they appeared

to know that a journey was contemplated, and whinnied with joy.

As there was to be a monster meeting of the miners, that night, to

consider what action should be taken in regard to the mining tax, we

determined to be present--not for the purpose of taking any part in the

deliberations of the people--but to see how such matters were conducted

in Australia.

We therefore left Rover to attend to the horses, and prevent their being

stolen while absent, and about eight o'clock we joined the throng of

miners flocking towards the place designated for the meeting.

It was an out-door affair, and about one thousand people were present,

and a rougher looking set of men I never saw in my life. All nations

were there. Even a number of Chinamen, who couldn't understand ten words

of English, and knew not what they shouted for, were in the crowd,

wooden shoes, pig-tails and all. Manillamen, with long black hair, white

teeth, and dark skins, and murderous looking knives by their sides, were

present, and jabbered in the _Mestisa_ tongue, which no one understood

but themselves. Then there were Lascars, Arabs, and other countrymen,

known by their peculiar dress and talk, and loud above the tumult could

be heard the oaths uttered in good old Saxon, or else with a brogue that

showed that the Gem of the Ocean had its representatives, who, as usual,

were ready for a drink or a fight, but preferred the latter.

The chairman of the meeting was a Scotchman, who occupied a conspicuous

position on a bank of earth, overlooking the audience, and who,

fortunately being blessed with strong lungs, shouted, "Order, order,"

whenever the miners grew too quarrelsome, or had more than two fights

going on at the same time.

An Irishman, whose clothes might have been bought at a second hand

dealer's for a very moderate sum--for they were rent in various places,

and no attempt had been made to patch them--was the first speaker, and

he howled in the most approved manner, and even our political friends

might have taken a lesson from him. He had not spoken two minutes before

he denounced England as the worst nation upon the face of the earth, and

considered Englishmen as lions and brutes, while Irishmen were every

thing that was amiable and intelligent.

He was about to declare that an Irishman could lick a dozen Britons,

when an indignant Englishman planted a blow upon his nose that knocked

him headlong from the box on which he was standing.

The chairman called order, but did not appear surprised at the turn

which things had taken.

The next speaker was a Scotch miner, who declared that he was no slave,

and was not afraid to let the Governor General of Australia know it. He

thought that if there was an Eden in this world, that Scotland would

have to be visited to find it. He declared that he had rather live in

his native country, and subsist upon oatmeal porridge, than remain in

Australia and dig gold, and that the reason he paid a mining tax, was

because he wanted to encourage the English to continue their outrages.

The next speaker was our late friend Charley. He alluded to the American

Eagle, touched on Bunker Hill, eulogized the Declaration of

Independence, admired the Revolution, and then artfully proceeded to

depicture the prosperity that Australia would be likely to enjoy, if

separated from the mother country, and become a republic. Then, he said,

taxation would be equal, and money would not be wrung from the

hard-working miners to support governors and other officials in luxury.

While Mr. Charley was shouting with all his might, and trying to infuse

a little of his own warmth into his hearers, a little, decrepit old man,

with long, gray hair and shabby clothes, edged towards us, as though to

enter into conversation.

"Well, I don't know but the man is right," the old man said, after

listening a few minutes in silence. His dialect was broad Yorkshire, and

we mentally concluded that he belonged in that part of England.

"There's a great dale in havin' independence, and all that. What d'ye

think about it?"

The interrogation was addressed so pointedly that there was no chance to

escape without an answer; but we had lived too long in foreign countries

to commit ourselves on any question that was likely to cause us trouble.

"We have not given the subject a thought to-day. When we have made up

our minds, we will let you know," returned Fred.

"Well, that is singular," the old man returned; "I always supposed that

ye 'Mericans was riddy to declare that yer own country was the best. But

don't ye think that Australia would make a great addition to the

States?"

"We don't care to talk on the subject," rejoined Fred, shortly, seeing

that a number of miners began to gather around, to listen to the

discussion.

"That is capital," whispered a voice that we knew; "I am glad to see

that you take no interest in the knave's fancies."

We felt a strong pressure on our arms, as though the speaker would have

added other tokens of his approval, had he dared, and before we could

recover from our surprise, the little old man was edging his way into

the thickest of the crowd.

"Did you suspect him?" whispered Fred.

"No, he altered his voice too much. We owe Mr. Brown a trick for the one

he has just played on us."

In fact, the little old man with the Yorkshire accent was no other than

Mr. Inspector Brown, who was disguised so perfectly, that we should not

have recognized him, even in broad daylight.

He was mingling with the crowd, and "spotting" the most turbulent, for

the purpose of refusing to grant them a license, when next they applied.

He went upon the principle that a few agitators were sufficient to

corrupt the morals of all the miners in Ballarat, and to get them to

leave for other parts was Mr. Brown's whole study.

We did not wait to hear more of Charley's harangue, for we were too

tired to enjoy his artful attempts to excite the miners in opposition to

the government.

The night passed off without any incident worthy of notice, and by

daylight we were astir, and preparing for our expedition.

Shortly after sunrise the inspector joined us, mounted on a very fair

horse, but not equal to the nags that we owned.

We were off without delay--leaving Rover to tend the store--although we

did not forget to examine our revolvers before we started, for the

inspector hinted that there might be such a thing as meeting a

bushranger who would feel disposed to borrow our horses, or take our

lives, just as his fancy seemed to lead him.

"How did the meeting terminate, last night?" I asked, after we had got

clear of the town, and were ascending a high hill, at a slow pace.

"O, after your precious countryman got through with his great annexation

speech, there was quite a brisk fight between half-a-dozen of the men

present, and then the meeting broke up in a row. No arrests were made,

for if I had offered to take any one into custody, I should have been

ill-treated, and raised a tumult that could not have easily been

suppressed. I bide my time, and think of the day when government will

have a force here sufficient to resist all attacks."

We laughed at Mr. Brown's tirade against our countryman, and then joked

him on the cleverness of his disguise, and promised to pay him in his

own coin. He dared us to the experiment, and we mentally promised that

we would keep our word.

For almost two hours we continued our journey, sometimes passing through

deep valleys, which, in winter months, were green with verdure, but now

were dry and parched for the want of moisture; and sometimes ascending

high hills, from the summits of which we could command a view of the

country for many miles in extent.

Not a soul had we met since leaving the borders of the town, and with

the exception of one or two animals, game appeared to be very scarce.

"How much farther have we to go for a sight of the 'Snakes' Paradise'?"

Fred inquired.

"Only about a mile. At the foot of the hill the den is located, unless

the reptiles have changed their quarters since I was here last."

The inspector pointed with his whip to the spot indicated, and for a few

minutes we drew rein and admired the scenery.

At our feet was a deep valley, which, in the winter season, received the

washings of the mountains that completely surrounded it, and the soil

evidently retained the water for some time, for we could see where it

had settled or evaporated, and we asked ourselves the question,--

"Did the snakes take up their quarters in the valley for the purpose of

being near fresh water for about nine months in the year?"

Mr. Brown only shook his head, and said that he was not versed in

"snakeology," but thought that if the reptiles remained in the valley,

it was a sign that they liked to take a drink occasionally, and proposed

that we should descend.

We assented, but before we did so, we took another survey of the scene

before us. As I said before, the valley was surrounded by hills, and

the only outlet was by means of a ragged ravine, through which the water

had forced its way, and extended to another plain about half a mile

distant The hills opposite to us were nearly perpendicular, and their

summit could only be gained by immense exertion on the part of a person

on foot. The only places where horses could escape, or leave the valley,

was by means of the ravine, or the path we were about to descend.

I have been thus particular in describing the locality of Snakes'

Paradise, as we named it, because we met with an incident there, which I

shall relate in another chapter.

We were obliged to dismount from our animals, when half-way down the

mountain, for we found that the trail was very insecure, and that a

proper regard for our necks demanded a descent on foot. The horses,

freed from our encumbrance, got along very well, and much faster than

when guided by reins; but we found that, as we neared the foot of the

hill, the animals manifested considerable reluctance to proceeding

farther, and that some energy was required to prevent their retracing

their steps up the ascent.

At length, however, we readied even ground, and again mounted our

restive animals, and led by the inspector, approached a mound of earth,

about fifteen or twenty feet high, and eight or ten feet in

circumference. It was in the form of a pyramid, and resembled the work

of man more than nature, and I turned to the inspector for an

explanation.

"What motive could a man have for forming earth in that shape?" I asked.

"That was never built by human beings, but by insects, more industrious

than the lords of creation. That pyramid of earth was once the home of

millions of black ants, and by them alone was it raised."

I had heard of the wonderful industry of the ants of Australia, but this

was the first time that I ever saw their works. I felt curious to

examine one of their homes, and touched my horse for the purpose of

riding nearer. To my surprise the animal refused to move in the

direction that I wished, and the more I urged, the less inclined he was

to obey. I was not disposed to give up the contest, and was making

preparations to continue with more vigor, when Mr. Brown stopped me.

"It's useless," he said, "to try and get the horses nearer the pyramid.

They scent danger before we are aware of its presence. If you wish to

inspect the place you must dismount."

"But why should the animals be afraid of ants?" Fred asked.

"They are not afraid of ants," replied the inspector, dryly, "but they

are afraid of snakes."

"But we can see no snakes, although you told us that their den was near

the foot of the mountain."

"What does that look like?" asked Mr. Brown, pointing to a dark object

that was slowly creeping from an opening in the pyramid.

We saw at once that the object was a snake, such as we had encountered

at the store, and we watched his languid movements with some curiosity.

The reptile had no sooner drawn his body from the mound than another

snake of the same species poked his head out, and after surveying us for

a few seconds with an appearance of considerable curiosity, he, too,

quitted the pyramid, and stretched his long body in the hot sand, as

though it was grateful to his slimy skin.

Another and another followed in slow succession, until we counted no

less than twenty black snakes, none of them less than thirteen feet

long, and from ten to fifteen inches in circumference. They appeared to

be as playful as puppies, and rolled over and over each other in their

gambols; but at the least movement on our part their sport ceased, and

they seemed to form themselves in hostile array as though to repel an

attack. Then their mouths opened and their huge fangs were exposed,

glistening in the sun, as though anxious to try their strength upon our

bodies.

It was with some difficulty that we could get our horses to face the

monsters, and even with all our exertions the animals would suddenly

start, as though anxious to quit so loathsome a sight.

"Do ants and snakes live peaceably together in Australia?" I asked of

the inspector.

"By no means. They are continually at war, but the insects struggle with

desperate valor to maintain their homestead against their assailants;

but in the end they have to retire and build another pyramid, where they

live until a fresh colony of snakes appear and drive them forth

wanderers once more. The fight, however, lasts nearly a week before the

insects acknowledge defeat, and if, during that time, the snakes wound

each other in trying to free their bodies of the ants, it is a great

triumph for the latter, for they fasten upon the wound, and all the

twisting and squirming of the reptiles cannot dislodge them. For days

they fatten upon their victim, until at length the slight wound becomes

a sore of great magnitude, and never heals. Mortification at length

ensues, and the death of the snake is then certain. You can see that if

the insects are weak and insignificant, nature teaches them a method of

avenging their wrongs, and they are not slow to adopt it."

As we found that it was impossible to get our horses to approach the

nest of reptiles, we got the inspector to hold them while Fred and

myself advanced, revolvers in hand, to get a nearer view of the

squirming monsters. They instantly arrayed themselves in a compact mass,

and with flashing eyes and erect heads watched our motions. Every few

seconds they would utter a hiss, that sounded like an expression of

displeasure in a theatre during some bad piece of acting. We advanced to

within ten rods of them, and then halted and surveyed them at leisure.

"I should like to try the effects of a shot," Fred said, glancing at the

snakes and then at his revolver.

"Fire away," I replied, as anxious for the fun as himself.

In spite of a warning cry from Mr. Brown, Fred discharged his revolver,

and the hall struck in the mass of squirming bodies. I saw one huge

monster tear himself loose from the others, and wind his body into

knots, and beat the ground with rage with his tapered tail, while his

hot blood dyed the ground as it gushed forth during his contortions.

"Try another," said Fred, enjoying his own shot.

I also fired, and the same result followed. The wounded snake either

struggled, or else was forced from the mass, and the same bold front

was kept up by the others. The hissing, if possible, was a little

louder, and the eyes of those uninjured flashed brighter, but the mass

did not move forward, or recede from our attack; and it was not until we

had each discharged five barrels of our revolvers that a movement, as

though determined to revenge their loss, was made.

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