They were soon beyond the bounds of the plantation, and walking under
the dark majestic woods--the darkey guiding them on their way. They had
heard of a curious lake or lagoon, that lay about a mile from the
plantation. There they would be likely to witness a spectacle
characteristic of the swamps of Louisiana; and thither they directed
their steps.
Sure enough, on arriving at the borders of the lagoon, a singular scene
was presented to their eyes. The whole surface of the lake appeared
alive with various forms of birds and reptiles. Hundreds of alligators
were seen, lying like dead trees upon the water, their corrugated backs
appearing above the surface. Most of them, however, were in motion,
swimming to and fro, or darting rapidly from point to point, as if in
pursuit of prey. Now and then their huge tails could be seen curling
high up in air, and then striking down upon the water, causing a
concussion that echoed far through the forest. At intervals a shining
object, flung upward by their tails, could be seen for a moment in the
air, amidst the showery spray that was raised along with it. It was
easy to see that the glittering forms thus projected were fishes, and
that it was the pursuit of these that was causing the commotion among
the huge reptiles. Aquatic birds, of a great number of kinds, were
equally busy in the pursuit of the fish. Huge pelicans stood up to
their tibia in the water--now and then immersing their long mandibles
and tossing their finny victims high into the air. Cranes and herons
too were there--among others the tall Louisiana crane--conspicuous among
the smaller species--snow-white egrets, the wood ibis, and others of
white and roseate hue--the snake-darter, with long pointed beak and
crouching serpent-like neck--the qua-bird, of lugubrious note and
melancholy aspect--and, fairest of all, the scarlet flamingo.
Other birds besides those of aquatic habits took part in the odd
spectacle. Hovering in the air were black vultures--the carrion crow
and the turkey-buzzard--and upon the tops of tall dead trees could be
seen the king of the feathered multitude, the great white-headed eagle.
His congener, the osprey, soared craftily above--at intervals swooping
down, and striking his talons into the fish, which the alligators had
tossed into the air--thus robbing the reptiles of their prey, to be
robbed in turn by his watchful cousin-german upon the tree. The
spectacle was far from being a silent one: on the contrary, the confused
chorus of sounds was deafening to the ears of the spectators. The
hoarse bellowing of the alligators--the concussions made by their great
tails striking the water--the croaking of the pelicans, and the
clattering of their huge mandibles--the doleful screaming of the herons,
cranes, and qua-birds--the shrieks of the osprey--and the shrill maniac
laughter of the white-headed eagle, piercing through all other sounds--
formed a medley of voices as unearthly as inharmonious.
A shot from the gun of Ivan, that brought down a splendid specimen of
the white-headed eagle--together with the appearance of the hunters by
the edge of the water--put a sudden termination to this grand drama of
the wilderness. The birds flew up into the air, and went soaring off in
different directions over the tops of the tall trees; while the huge
reptiles, that had been taught by the alligator hunters to fear the
presence of man, desisted for a while from their predatory prey, and
retreated to the reeds upon the opposite shore.
The spectacle was one well worthy of being seen, and one that cannot be
witnessed every day--even in the swamps of Louisiana. Its occurrence at
that time was accounted for by the drying up of the lake, which left the
fish at the mercy of their numerous enemies.
Having taken up the eagle which Ivan had shot, the young hunters
continued their excursion along the edge of the lagoon.
They had not gone far when they came upon a bank of mud, that had
formerly been covered with water. So recently had the water dried from
it, that, in spite of the hot sun shining down upon it, the mud was
still soft. They had not gone many steps further, when they perceived
upon its surface, what at first they supposed to be the tracks of a man.
On getting a little closer, however, they doubted this; and, now
recollecting the resemblance which they had noticed in the snows of
Lapland--between the footsteps of a human being and those of a bear--it
occurred to them that these might also be bear-tracks--though they knew
that the tracks of the American bear would be slightly different from
those of his European cousin.
To satisfy themselves, they hastened forward to examine the tracks; but
their negro guide had anticipated them, and now called out, with the
whites of his eyes considerably enlarged--
"Golly, young mass'rs! dat be de tracks ob um ba!"
"A bear!"
"Ya, ya, mass'rs! a big ba--dis child know um track--see'd um many de
time--de ole coon he be arter de fish too--all ob dem a-doin' a bit ob
fishin' dis mornin'--yaw, yaw, yaw!"
And the darkey laughed at what he appeared to consider an excellent
joke.
On closely scrutinising the tracks, Alexis and Ivan saw that they were
in reality the tracks of a bear--though much smaller than those they had
followed in Lapland. They were quite fresh--in fact, so recently did
they appear to have been made, that both at the same time, and by an
involuntary impulse, raised their eyes from the ground and glanced
around them; as if they expected to see the bear himself.
No such animal was in sight, however. It was quite probable he had been
on the ground, at their first coming up to the lake; but the report of
Ivan's gun had alarmed him, and he had made off into the woods. This
was quite probable.
"What a pity," reflected Ivan, "that I didn't leave the eagle alone! We
might have got sight of Master Bruin, and given him the shot instead.
And now," added he, "what's to be done? There's no snow,--therefore we
can't track the brute. The mud bank ends here, and he's gone off it,
the way he came? Of course he wouldn't be out yonder among those logs?
He wouldn't have taken shelter there, would he?"
As Ivan spoke, he pointed to a little peninsula that jutted out into the
lake, some twenty or thirty yards beyond the spot where they were
standing. It was joined to the mainland by a narrow neck or isthmus of
mud; but at the end towards the water there was a space of several yards
covered with dead trees--that had been floated thither in the floods,
and now lay high and dry, piled irregularly upon one another.
Alexis looked in the direction of this pile as Ivan pointed it out.
"I'm not so sure of that," he answered, after scrutinising the logs.
"It's a likely enough place for an animal to lurk. He might be there?"
"Let us go and see, then!" said Ivan. "If he's there he can't escape
us, without our having a shot at him; and you say that these American
bears are much easier killed than ours. The South Americans were so,
certainly. I hope their northern brothers may die as easy."
"Not all," rejoined Alexis. "We may expect some tough struggles when we
come to the great grizzly, and to him of the polar regions; but the
black bears are, as you conjecture, not so difficult to deal with. If
wounded, however, they will show fight; and, though their teeth and
claws are less dangerous than the others, they can give a man a most
uncomfortable hug, I have heard. But let us go, as you say. If not
yonder, he must have taken to the woods. In that case there is no way
of following him up, except by dogs; and for these we must go back to
the house."
As they continued talking, they advanced towards the narrow isthmus that
connected the little peninsula with the mainland.
"What a pity," remarked Ivan, "that that great log is there! But for it
we might have seen his track in the mud crossing over."
Ivan referred to a prostrate trunk that traversed the isthmus
longitudinally--extending from the mainland to the higher ground of the
peninsula, to which it formed a kind of bridge or causeway. Certainly,
had it not been there, either the bear's tracks would have been seen in
the mud or not; and if not, then no bear could have passed over to the
peninsula, and their exploration would have been unnecessary. But,
although they saw no tracks, they had started to examine the wood pile;
and they continued on, climbing up to the log, and walking along its
top.
All at once, Alexis was seen to pause and bend his body forward and
downward.
"What is it?" inquired Ivan, who was behind, on seeing his brother in
the bent attitude, as if he looked at something on the log.
"The bear's tracks!" answered Alexis, in a low but earnest tone.
"Ha! you think so? Where?"
Alexis pointed to the dead-wood under his eyes--upon the bark of which
were visible, not the tracks of a bear, but dabs of mud, that must have
been recently deposited there, either by the feet of a bear, or some
other animal.
"By the Great Peter!" said Ivan, speaking cautiously, notwithstanding
his innocent adjuration; "that must be his tracks? It's the same sort
of mud as that in which we've just been tracing him--black as ink
nearly. It has come off his great paws--not a doubt of it, brother?"
"I think it is likely," assented Alexis, at the same time that both
looked to the locks of their guns, and saw that the caps were on the
nipples.
A little further along the log, the bark was smoother, and there the
track was still more conspicuous. The print was better denned, and
answered well for the footmark of a bear. There was the naked paw, and
the balls of the five toes, all complete. They no longer doubted that
it was the track of a bear.
It was just a question whether the animal had gone over the log and
returned again. But this was set at rest, or nearly so, by a closer
scrutiny. There was no sign of a return track. True, he might have
washed his paws in the interval, or cleaned them on the dead-wood; but
that was scarce probable, and our hunters did not think so. They felt
perfectly sure that the bear was before them; and, acting upon this
belief, they cocked their guns, and continued their approach towards the
wood pile.