An hour before sunrise the next morning, the slaves were given some
_cheni_ to drink, and then started on their journey.
The sun, as it soared up into a cloudless sky, shot forth its rays much
warmer than upon the day before, while not a breath of air fanned the
sterile plain. The atmosphere was as hot and motionless as the sands
under their feet. They were no longer hungry. Thirst, raging, burning
thirst, extinguished or deadened every other sensation.
Streams of perspiration poured from their bodies, as they struggled
through the yielding sand; yet, with all this moisture streaming from
every pore, their throats, tongues, and lips became so parched that any
attempt on their part to hold converse only resulted in producing a
series of sounds that resembled a death-rattle.
Golah, with his family, rode in the advance, and seemed not to give
himself any concern whether he was followed by others or not. His two
relatives brought up the rear of the kafila, and any of the slaves
exhibiting a disposition to lag behind was admonished to move on with
blows administered by a thick stick.
"Tell them I must have water or die," muttered Harry to the Krooman, in
a hoarse whisper. "I am worth money, and if old Golah lets me die for
want of a drop of water, he's a fool."
The Krooman refused to make the communication, which he declared would
only result in bringing ill-treatment upon himself.
Colin appealed to Golah's son, and by signs gave him to understand that
they must have water. The young black, in answer, simply condescended
to sneer at him. He was not suffering himself, and could have no
sympathy for another.
The hides of the blacks, besmeared with oil, seemed to repel the
scorching beams of the sun; and years of continual practice had no doubt
inured them to the endurance of hunger and thirst to a surprising
degree. To their white fellow-captives they appeared more like huge
reptiles than human beings.
The sand along the route on this, the second day, was less compact than
before, and the task of leg-lifting produced a weariness such as might
have arisen from the hardest work. Added to the agony of their thirst,
the white sufferers dwelt frequently on thoughts of death, that great
antidote to human miseries; yet so constrained were their actions by
force of circumstances, that only by following their leader and owner,
Golah, could they hope to find relief.
Had he allowed them to turn back to the coast, whence they had started,
or even to repose for a few hours on the way, they could not have done
so. They were irresistibly compelled to move on, by a power that could
not be resisted.
That power was hope, the hope of obtaining some sangleh and a little
dirty water.
To turn back, or to linger behind, would bring them nothing but more
suffering, perhaps death itself.
A man intent on dying may throw himself into the water to get drowned,
and then find himself involuntarily struggling to escape from the death
he has courted.
The same irresistible antipathy to death compelled his white captives to
follow the black sheik.
They were unwilling to die, not for the sole reason that they had homes
and friends they wished to see again, not solely for that innate love of
life, implanted by nature in the breasts of all; but there was a
pleasure which they desired to experience once more, ay, yearned to
indulge in it: the pleasure of quenching their terrible thirst. To
gratify this pleasure they must follow Golah.
One of Golah's wives had three children; and as each wife was obliged to
look after her own offspring, this woman could not pursue her journey
without a little more trouble than her less favoured companions.
The eldest of her children was too young to walk a long distance; and,
most of the time, was carried under her care upon the maherry. Having
her three restless imps to keep balanced upon the back of the camel,
requiring her constant vigilance to prevent them from falling off, she
found her hands full enough. It was a sort of travelling that did not
at all suit her; and she had been casting about for some way of being
relieved from at least a portion of her trouble.
The plan she devised was to compel someone of the slaves to carry her
eldest child, a boy about four years of age.
Colin was the victim selected for this duty. All the attempts made by
the young Scotchman to avoid the responsibilities thus imposed upon him,
proved vain. The woman was resolute, and Colin had to yield; although
he resisted until she threatened to call Golah to her assistance.
This argument was conclusive; and the young darkey was placed upon
Colin's shoulders, with its legs around his neck, and one of its hands
grasping him tightly by the hair.
When this arrangement was completed, night had drawn near; and the two
young men who acted as guards hastened forward to select a place for the
_douar_.
There was no danger of any of the slaves making an attempt to escape;
for all were too anxious to receive the small quantity of food that was
to be allowed them at the night halt.
Encumbered with the "piccaninny," and wearied with the long ceaseless
struggle through the sand, Colin lingered behind his companions. The
mother of the child, apparently attentive to the welfare of her
firstborn, checked the progress of her maherry, and rode back to him.
After the camels had been unloaded, and the tents pitched, Golah
superintended the serving out of their suppers, which consisted only of
sangleh. The quantity was even less than had been given the evening
before; but it was devoured by the white captives with a pleasure none
of them had hitherto experienced.
Sailor Bill declared that the brief time in which he was employed in
consuming the few mouthfuls allowed him was a moment of enjoyment that
repaid him for all the sufferings of the day.
"Ah! Master 'Arry," said he, "it's only now we are larnin' to live,
although I did think, one time to-day, we was just larnin' to die. I
never mean to eat again until I'm hungry. Master Terry," he added,
turning to the young Irishman, "isn't this foine livin' intirely? and
are yez not afther bein' happy?"
"'Tis the most delicious food man ever ate," answered Terence; "and the
only fault I can find is, that there is not enough of it."
"Then you may have what is left of mine," said Colin, "for I can't say
that I fancy it."
Harry, Terence, and the sailor, gazed at the young Scotchman with
expressions of mingled alarm and surprise. Small as had been the amount
of sangleh with which Colin had been served, he had not eaten more than
one half of it.
"Why, puir Maister Colly, what is wrang wi' ye?" exclaimed Bill, in a
tone expressing fear and pity. "If ye dinna eat, mon, ye'll dee."
"I'm quite well," answered Colin, "but I have had plenty, and any of you
can take what is left."
Though the hunger of Colin's three companions was not half satisfied,
they all refused to finish the remainder of his supper, hoping that he
might soon find his appetite, and eat it himself.
The pleasure they had enjoyed in eating the small allowance given them
rendered it difficult for them to account for the conduct of their
companion. His abstemiousness caused them uneasiness, even alarm.