A HOME IN RUINS.

Without further delay, our adventurers took the back track towards the

hut, which was exactly that which the elephant had taken--as they could

tell by traces of the animal all along the route, which the experienced

eye of the shikaree had already discovered, and which he now pointed out

to his companions as they passed on. Here and there its great

footprints were visible in the turf, in places where the ground was

soft; and at other places where no tracks appeared, leaves and twigs

freshly strewn upon the earth, and also branches of considerable size

broken off from the trees, and borne for some distance before being

dropped, clearly indicated to Ossaroo the route which the rogue had

taken.

The shikaree had often followed the spoor of wild elephants through the

jungles of Bengal, and knew everything about their way of travelling.

He was therefore able to tell the others that the rogue had not been

browsing as he went--for the leaves and twigs showed no signs of his

teeth--but on the contrary, he had moved forward rapidly, and as if with

some special determination. The broken branches which they saw were

more likely to have been torn off out of spite at the ill-usage he had

received, and the disappointment at not having succeeded in his purposes

of vengeance.

It did not need for Ossaroo to caution his companions to circumspection.

They knew as well as he that an elephant enraged as this one was,

whether a _rogue_ elephant or an _honest_ one, was anything but a safe

customer to come in contact with; and that this particular rogue was

most particularly angry they had just had both ocular and auricular

evidence.

They went forward, therefore, with unusual caution, taking care to keep

both their eyes and ears on the alert, and at the same time moving in

perfect silence, or conversing only in whispers.

The path upon which they were returning was not that by which they had

gone forth. The reconnoissance of the cliffs had carried them a good

distance around the edge of the valley; but now they were following the

track taken by the elephant, which, as already ascertained by Ossaroo,

led almost in a direct line to the hut.

As they drew nearer to their rude habitation, they saw indications that

the enemy was still before them. As they knew that in the immediate

neighbourhood of the hot-spring, and consequently of the hut itself,

there were no large trees or other place of safety to which they might

retreat in case of being again attacked, they began to advance with

increased caution. From the direction in which they were approaching,

the hovel could not be seen until they should get within less than two

hundred yards of it. There was a belt of rather tall jungle to be

passed through, and then it would be in sight.

Through this jungle they commenced advancing; and there, to their no

slight uneasiness, they also observed fresh traces of the elephant.

They were now certain that he had passed through it before them, still

going direct for the hut.

What on earth can he want there? was the query that once more suggested

itself to the minds of all three. It certainly looked as if he had

proceeded there in search of _them_! As if, missing them from the scene

of the encounter, he believed they had returned home, and was following

up their acquaintance.

From what they had observed, they could not help attributing to the

great quadruped the possession of an intelligence something more than

natural; and this, though it may have been only an absurd fancy on their

part, had the effect of begetting within their minds a very painful

feeling of apprehension. What they saw on coming out on the other side

of the jungle not only strengthened this feeling of apprehension, but

increased it all at once to a positive terror.

The hut, which should now have been before their eyes, and at a distance

of not quite two hundred paces, _was no longer there_! The ruins of it

alone were visible. The large boulders with which its walls had been

built, the beams and thatch that had composed its roof, the grass

couches upon which they had slept, the rude improvised utensils and

other articles which had served them for furniture, were all strewed far

and wide over the ground; and not the semblance of a house, or even

hovel, remained to show that the spot had been occupied by a human

habitation!

Yes--in what had been their rude dwelling our adventurers beheld only a

ruder ruin--scarce one stone standing upon, another!

They beheld all this with feelings of fear--ay, something stronger--with

awe. The Pagan worshipper of Brahma or Vishnu was no longer alone in

his superstitious imaginings. His young Christian companions were

almost equally victims to a belief in the supernatural. They

comprehended well enough what had caused the destruction of the house.

Though the author of that mischief was nowhere to be seen, they knew it

was the elephant. There was no alternative but to accept that

explanation; and it was not the act itself that was awing them, but the

contemplation of the human-like, or rather demon-like, intelligence that

had guided the animal thither, and instructed it to this act of

retribution, perhaps only preliminary to a still greater one.

Though the work of devastation could not have been completed many

minutes before their arrival, the elephant appeared to have gone away

from the ground. At east, it was not to be seen anywhere near the spot;

and it is needless to say that it was carefully looked for. Dreading

its dangerous proximity, they had kept under cover of the bushes while

contemplating the ruin from a distance; and it was not until after a

considerable interval had elapsed that they ventured forward over the

open space to ascertain the full extent of the damage.

This they at length did, and found that it was _total_ destruction. So

far as the hut was concerned, not a vestige of construction remained--

walls and roof had been alike levelled with the ground. But what was a

greater source of chagrin to the now homeless plant-hunters, was that

their little store of ammunition--the gunpowder, which during all the

period of their imprisonment they had been carefully hoarding--was

spilled among the rubbish, and of course irrecoverable. It had been

deposited in a large gourd-shell prepared for the purpose; and this,

among other similar chattels, the enraged quadruped had crushed under

its feet. Their cured provisions had also been turned out from their

place of deposit, and trampled into the dust of the earth. But this,

though also a chagrin, was one of less bitterness. Other provisions

might be obtained--not now so easily, since the powder was destroyed--

but the latter they could not replace.

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