STOP AT A SHEPHERD'S HUT--SUFFERINGS FROM WANT OF WATER--MR HAYWARD
TAKEN ILL--RETURN TO THE HUT--THE YOUNG EXPLORERS PROCEED ALONE.
The captain's party was soon lost sight of. The boys rode on in high
spirits. In spite of the heat the air felt pure and bracing. The
scenery for miles, however, was unvarying--everywhere the same gigantic
gum-trees were to be seen; but vast as were their limbs, they afforded
but little shade. Some were scathed and leafless, from others hung in
tatters long strips of bark, giving them a peculiar, ragged appearance.
In the evening they reached the hut of a shepherd. On account of the
blacks there were two hut-keepers, sturdy fellows, well-armed. They
said that further west there were no other white men, and as they
themselves had never been more than a few miles from their hut in that
direction they knew nothing of the country, but that there was a
water-hole at the extreme limit of the station in the direction the
explorers were proceeding. It was full, the shepherd said, when he was
last there, but he could give them no other information. He and his
mate would be very happy to accommodate them for the night; but Mr
Hayward, after surveying the interior of the hut, replied that he and
his party would not incommode them, but would be content to sleep round
their own camp fire, under a neighbouring tree. Tea, damper, and mutton
were, however, plentifully supplied by their hosts.
Roused next morning by a laughing jackass, who had conveniently perched
himself on a bough overhead, they took breakfast in the hut with the
shepherd, and set off at the time he drove out his flock to pasture.
"I am very much afraid we shall be disappointed after all," said Paul,
as they approached the water-hole.
"Why?" asked Reggy.
"Because I see no cockatoos, laughing jackasses, or other birds flying
about. If there were water they would be there."
Paul's fears were realised--there was not a drop of water in the hole.
"Patience," cried Paul; "we shall probably fall in with another before
night."
The poor horses, however, suffered more than their riders, as they had
still some water in their canvas bottles. They rested for a time in the
shade under the trees round the water-hole, and then again rode on.
They were now in a perfectly new country. They kept their eyes about
them on every side to discover such a region as they were in search of.
They passed through a country which might have suited their purpose, but
there was a great drawback--the want of water. That was absolutely
necessary for either a sheep or cattle station. They rode on and on,
their horses began to droop their heads; all that could be done was to
moisten the poor animals' lips with a little water from the bottles.
"What would I not give for a large, juicy water-melon?" exclaimed Harry.
"Don't talk about such a thing," said Reggy; "still I shouldn't mind a
few bunches of grapes."
"They are sour enough now," observed Paul; "but cheer up, the trees look
thicker, and we shall come on water soon, or I am very much mistaken."
Mr Hayward had spoken but little during the day. The boys observed
that he was not in his usual spirits; though he did not complain, he was
evidently ill. As the day advanced he grew worse, and Paul would have
proposed stopping had they found water, but it would be out of the
question to camp without it. Bendigo had never been in this part of the
country, as he belonged to a tribe which inhabited a region to the east,
until the white man came and drove them farther into the interior. The
signs of water, however, should there be any in the neighbourhood, were
not likely to escape his observation. He frequently stood up in his
stirrups to look about him, but each time shook his head, observing, "No
water here."
For several hours the poor horses had not tasted a drop, while they
themselves had had barely sufficient to wet their lips. They were more
likely to find it by going straight on than by turning either to the
right hand or to the left. So on they went.
The day was drawing to a close, not a sign of water appeared, when
suddenly Bendigo shouted, "Dare, dare!" and pointed to some trees which
could be just seen in the horizon.
They pushed on, but on reaching the trees, the hollow in which water
once had been was dry. A chorus of groans escaped the explorers. "On,
on!" cried Paul.
"We must not despair, we can hold out a few hours longer."
The moon got up, and, relieved from the heat of the sun, the explorers
were better able to endure the want of water. Mile after mile they went
on, their weary horses, however, moving but slowly. At length Paul
cried out, "My beast seems to fancy that water is near; I feel him
tugging at the rein."
"So does mine," said Harry.
Bruce gave a bark, signifying his satisfaction, and dashed on. A silver
spot appeared ahead, lighted by the beams of the moon, which had now
risen high in the sky. The horses galloped on, Bruce dashed forward,
Mr Hayward seemed to revive. They reached a large water-hole! It was
necessary to keep back the horses, however, lest they should rush in and
stir up the mud. Paul and Harry dismounted, and while Bendigo took
charge of their horses, they, unstrapping their pannikins, hurried down
the bank. It was no easy matter to fill them, as they had to go down
the bank, and then to wade through the mud to get to the water, which
looked so bright at a distance.
"Take care that there are no leeches," said Mr Hayward.
Paul had a piece of linen through which he strained the water from one
pannikin to another, then handed it to Harry, who carried it to their
tutor before he would touch any himself. Reggy was next served, then
Harry, and Paul drank last. How delicious the liquid tasted.
"I could drink a dozen pannikins full," said Harry, as he drained off a
second.
"So could I--two dozen, for that matter," said Reggy.
Paul had, therefore, no sinecure in filling the pannikins. Bruce had in
the meantime quenched his thirst.
At last, as Harry said, "having taken off the edge of their thirst,"
Bendigo and the horses might now drink. The steeds were then hobbled,
and preparations made for camping.
Bendigo said that he did not think any black fellows were in the
neighbourhood, as he could discover no traces of them near the edges of
the water-hole. None of the rest of the party could have pronounced an
opinion on the subject.
The moon shone brightly over the ground, the fire was lighted, and
damper and tea quickly made, while some birds which they had shot in the
morning, and had been carried hung to their saddles, were speedily
cooked.
During the night Mr Hayward grew so much worse that Paul thought he was
going to die. To advance, with the risk of not finding water the next
day, would be madness. Paul suggested that they should go back to the
hut, and leave him with the shepherd, while they went forward to meet
the captain, who would otherwise become alarmed at not seeing them.
Mr Hayward agreed to this, though he expressed a hope that he might
sufficiently recover to be able to accompanying them. "We will wait
here a day, however, and see how I am. After a short rest I may be
strong enough to go forward."
During the day Paul and Harry shot several birds and pigeons, three
ducks and a couple of wallabies. While Reginald sat by Mr Hayward,
Bendigo wandered about in search of fruits and roots, which none but a
black would have discovered. When well boiled the latter served instead
of potatoes, while the wild fruits were very refreshing. They had thus
an abundant and varied fare.
Mr Hayward did not appear to get better. They had come away without
medicines, no one dreaming of being ill; still Paul hoped that their
tutor would be sufficiently recovered to continue the journey the
following morning: but when the time came, it was evident that he was
not in a fit state to run the risk of having no good water to drink.
They determined therefore to go back together, though two days would
thus be lost. By starting at sunrise they made good progress during the
cooler hours. Having filled their water-bottles they had enough to last
them during the day, and to wet the lips of the horses and Bruce.
It was not until nightfall that they got back to the shepherd's hut.
The men promised to take every possible care of Mr Hayward, who, though
not much worse, was certainly not better. He assured his young
companions that he should recover in the course of a few days. "At all
events, do not fail to come and look for me on your return," he said,
smiling. "I should not like to be left here longer than is necessary."
They remained only during the night, and again starting before the sun
rose they reached the water-hole where they had before camped by
nightfall.
It was satisfactory to find no traces of blacks. Bendigo now assumed a
great air of importance. Paul and Harry agreed that he fancied himself
the leader of the party. "Let him do so," said Paul, "it may make him
more careful. He will consider himself responsible should we meet with
any misfortune."
Travelling through a new country, hitherto untrod by the foot of a white
man, is no doubt very interesting in theory, but it becomes dreadfully
wearisome in practice. To go on hour after hour with huge gum-trees on
every side, the only change being the sight of a kangaroo, a wallaby, a
bandicoot, or a jolly little paddy-melon hopping away.