Journeying along the bank, as we have described, Alexis and Ivan had
gone some two or three miles up the river. They were beginning to get
tired of their walk: as the sand was rather soft, and sank under their
feet at every step. Just then they descried, a little ahead of them, a
long bar, or "spit" of the bank, running out nearly to the middle of the
river. They made up their minds to go on until they should reach this
bar. At its end appeared a proper place for the periagua to come to,
and take them aboard.
The craft was still working up stream, and had got nearly opposite them,
so that they could hail it. They did so--desiring the _popero_, or
steersman, to put in at the extremity of the sand-bar. This matter
having been arranged, they continued on up the bank, going at their
leisure.
On arriving at that part of the bank where the sand-spit projected into
the river, they were about stepping out upon it, when the quick ear of
Ivan caught the sound of some animals moving among the underwood. All
was game that came to Ivan's gun; and as he had seen nothing worth
wasting a charge upon, during their long walk, he was very desirous to
have a shot at something before returning to the periagua.
What he heard was a rustling of leaves. It did not appear to proceed
from any particular spot, but rather from all parts of the forest. Now
and then the sound was varied by a sort of half-squeaking, half-grunting
noise, that indicated the presence of animals, and a great many of them
too: since at times, several scores of these squeaks and grunts could be
heard uttered simultaneously. Alexis heard the sounds too; but being
less of a keen sportsman than his brother, cared less to go after the
creatures that were making them. He had no objection to Ivan straying a
little out of his way; and promised to wait for him on the open bank.
Had he known what sort of game it was that his brother was going after--
that is, had he been acquainted with the habits of the animals that were
making themselves heard, he would either have gone along with Ivan, or,
what is more likely, would have hindered him from going at all. Alexis,
however, was under the impression that monkeys of some kind were making
the strange noises--for not only are there many species of these in the
forests of the Napo, but some that can imitate the voices of other
animals. Of course, with monkeys, there could be no danger: since none
of the American quadrumana are large enough or strong enough to attempt
an attack upon man.
Ivan had not left the spot more than five minutes, when a loud report,
reverberating among the trees, announced that he had fired his gun; and,
almost in the same instant, a second crack told that both barrels were
now empty.
Alexis was about proceeding to the place to see what his brother had
shot, when all at once his ears were assailed by a loud chorus of
noises--a screaming, and snorting, and grunting,--that seemed to come
from all parts of the wood; while the cracking of sticks, and the
"swishing" of branches, announced a singular commotion--as if some
hundreds of creatures were rushing to and fro through the jungle. At
the same instant was heard the voice of Ivan, crying out in accents of
alarm; while the boy was himself seen breaking his way through the
bushes, and running with all his might in the direction of his brother.
His looks betokened terror, as if some dreaded pursuer was behind him.
"Run! brother--run!" cried he, as he got clear of the underwood; "run
for your life!--they're after me--they're after me!"
It was no time to inquire what pursuers were after him. Evidently, they
were of a sort to be shunned: since they had caused to the courageous
Ivan such serious alarm; and Alexis, without staying for an explanation,
turned, and joined in his brother's flight. Both directed themselves
towards the open sand-spit, in hopes of being able to reach the
periagua--which could be seen just drawing up to its point of the bar.
They had not made a dozen steps into the open ground, when the bushes
from which they had just parted were seen to vibrate, and from out their
trembling cover rushed a host of strange creatures: literally a host,
for, in a few seconds' time, not less than two hundred of them made
their appearance.
They were quadrupeds of a greyish-brown colour, not larger than
half-grown pigs; and pigs they were--that is to say, they were
_peccaries_. They were those of the species _labiatus_--as could be
seen by their white lips. These lips were especially conspicuous, for
each individual was rushing on open-mouthed, with snout raised aloft--
all of them cracking their teeth like castanets, uttering, as they ran,
a confused chorus of short, sharp grunts and squeaks expressive of
anger.
As soon as Alexis saw them, he recognised the peril of the situation in
which he and his brother were placed. He had read, and heard moreover
from the Portuguese trader--as well as from the Indian canoe-men--of the
danger to be apprehended from an attack of these fierce little animals;
and how the hunter, to escape from them, is often compelled to take to a
tree. Had he and Ivan reflected for a moment, they would probably have
made for the woods, instead of running out on the open sand-bar as they
had done. It was now too late, however. The peccaries covered the
whole line of beach behind them; and no tree could have been reached,
without passing back again through the midst of the drove. Their
retreat in the direction of the woods was completely cut off; and there
appeared no alternative, but to make the best use they could of their
heels, and if possible get on board the periagua.
With this determination they rushed on over the sandbank, closely
pursued by the peccaries.