A few days were very pleasantly spent here collecting, for Mr Rogers
was an enthusiastic naturalist. Birds of brilliant feathering were
shot, skinned, preserved with arsenical paste, filled with cotton wool,
and laid to dry with their heads and shoulders thrust into paper cones,
after which they were transferred to a box which had to be zealously
watched to keep out the ants. Certainly scores of these were killed
through eating the poison smeared upon the skins, but that was little
satisfaction if they had first destroyed some delicate bird.
Butterflies, too, and beetles were obtained in great numbers, being
carefully killed, and pinned out in boxes lined with camphored cork.
These insects the two Zulu boys soon learned to capture with the
greatest ease, and after a little teaching they would bring in a
handsome butterfly or moth, without crushing and disfiguring it first so
that it was useless for preservation.
Bok or antelope of various kinds were plentiful enough to make the party
sure of plenty of food; and both Dick and Jack were getting so skilful
with the rifle that they could be depended upon to bring down a koodoo
or springbok at four or five hundred paces.
The kraal had been strengthened, so that they felt no fear of a lion
getting through; but fires were kept up every night, wood being
plentiful, and the bright glow seemed to give confidence to the
occupants of the camp, as well as to the horses and oxen. Watch was
kept too, but though lions were sometimes heard at a distance they did
not molest the travellers, and but for the stern suggestions of the
General they would have grown careless in the extreme.
For experience and skill in the use of fire-arms made Dick and Jack more
confident. They had looked upon a lion as a monster of such prowess,
and of so dangerous a character, that they were quite surprised at the
ease with which a good shot with a rifle could hold the king of beasts
at his mercy.
As for Coffee and Chicory, the General several times punished them for
being so daring and running such risks, especially as they were in a
part of the country where lions really were plentiful, although, so far,
little molestation of the travellers had taken place.
It had been decided that upon the next day they would trek onward for
some distance, and perhaps on and on for days, according to the
attractiveness of the country they were passing through, and the
plentifulness of the game.
The General heard Mr Rogers' decision with a smile of satisfaction.
"I want to take you where the great tusker elephants are," he said, "and
let you shoot the giraffe and rhinoceros. We have hardly begun yet."
He made the boys' eyes glow with excitement as he told them of the size
of the hippopotami and elephants they would encounter, the height of the
giraffes, and the furious nature of the rhinoceros, which beast seemed
to be always mad if it saw a human being.
As they were going to start next day it was decided to let the horses
graze in peace with the oxen, which, after a fortnight's rest, looked
sleek-coated and in far better condition; but Peter, Dirk, and Dinny
were bidden to keep a strict watch over the cattle, for just before
starting the General announced that he had seen a lion-spoor, apparently
two days old.
The day was passed very pleasantly, collecting, by Mr Rogers and his
sons, several very beautiful birds falling to their guns, and their
boxes being filled with splendidly burnished beetles; and at last tired
out, they turned to get back to the little camp by midday, hoping to
find a satisfactory meal ready, for the General had gone out with a
rifle in search of a bok; and his two boys had taken their kiris and
assegais, to see if they could not knock down a few of the large
partridge or quail-like birds.
What was their disappointment then to find that neither the General nor
his sons had returned, while Dinny was in great distress.
"Sure," he said, "I thought I'd take a fishing-line and a shtick, and go
to the big pool by the little river over yonder, and catch a few of the
fish things; bad cess to 'em, they're no more like the fine salmon and
throut of my own country than this baste of a place is its aiqual."
"Well, Dinny, and you went and didn't catch anything," said Dick.
"Sure, Masther Dick, an' you weren't there," said Dinny; "but ye're
right there; I didn't catch a single fish, for the little gintlemen
wouldn't let me."
"Little gentlemen, Dinny?" said Mr Rogers eagerly. "Did you see any
natives?"
"An' is it natives ye'd call the dirthy undersized little craytures?"
cried Dinny indignantly. "Sure I'd take a couple of 'em up under my
arms and run away wid 'em."
"But you say they interfered with you, and wouldn't let you fish," said
Mr Rogers.
"Faix, sor, an' that's what they did. Ye know the big pool."
"To be sure," said Mr Rogers. "There are silurus in it."
"Are there though, sor?" said Dinny. "And there's the big rocks up
behind it, where the prickly trees wid red flowers and no leaves at all
grow."
"Yes, I know the place," said Mr Rogers impatiently; "go on."
"Well, sor, I sits meself down comfortable, baits my hook wid a nice bit
of fresh mate as any dacent fish would like to have, and then I says to
meself, `Dinny,' I says, `while ye're waiting to hook a nice fish for
the masther's dinner, I'd have jist a whiff o' tibakky if I were you.'
`Ye're right and I will,' I says; and I outs wid my pipe, fills it, and
was just going to light up, when _splash_! There was a great big stone
thrown in the wather.
"`Ah, be aisy, Masther Jack,' I says, for I knew it was you."
"Why, I was away with my father," cried Jack.
"To be sure ye were, Masther Jack, dear; but don't ye see I thought it
was your thrick; and bang comes another big stone down be me side.
"`I'll tell the masther if ye don't lave off,' I says. `That's you,
Masther Dick, as throwed that.'
"Splash comes another, and then I recklected as ye'd both be far away,
and that it must be one of them dirthy little varmints, Coffee or
Chicory. So I lays down me rod and line, as nice and sthrait a rod as
ye'd cut out of the woods anywhere, ye know, sor, and I picked up my bit
of stick ready for them.
"`I'll wait till ye throw again, me beauties,' I says; and just as I
says it to meself, a big stone hits me on the back, and another goes in
just by me line.
"`Now ye shall have it, ye wicked little villains,' I says; and jumping
up I was going to run at 'em, when, murther! there was about a dozen of
the craytures coming down from the rocks, shouting and chattering, and
throwing stones.
"`Will ye be off?' says one, `ye've no business fishing there widout
lave.'"
"How do you know he said that?" said Dick dryly.
"Sure an' what else would he say, Masther Dick, dear? An' ah, ye never
saw such ugly little divils, widout a bit of nose to their dirty faces,
and a grin as if they were all teeth.
"`Sure I was only catching a fish for the masther's dinner, gintlemen,'
I says, when, murther! if they didn't run at me like mad, and if I
hadn't walked away I belave they'd have killed me. As it was one
cowardly villain instead of hitting me dacently on the head wid his
stick like a Christian, comes at me and bites me in the leg."
"Let's look, Dinny," said Dick, for Mr Rogers listened but did not
speak.
"Oh ye can look, Masther Dick. He tuk a pace out of me throusis, and
he'd have tuk a pace out of me leg as well, if I hadn't expostulated wid
him on the head wid me shtick. Sure I was obliged to run then or they'd
have torn me to pieces; and it's my belafe they've been using the
fishing-line ever since."
"And so you've had an interview with the natives, have you, Dinny?" said
Mr Rogers dryly.
"Ah, I wouldn't call them natives, sor," said Dinny.
"What then, baboons?" said Mr Rogers.
"Sure, sur, I don't know the name of the thribe, but they're a
dirthy-looking little lot, and as hairy as if they never shaved
themselves a bit."
"Why he's been pelted by monkeys," cried Dick, indignantly; and Jack
burst out laughing.
"Faix, Masther Dick, dear, they behaved like monkeys more than men, and
they're an ugly little thribe of natives; and if I'd had a gun I'd have
given some of them the headache, that I would."
"Ah, here's the General," cried Mr Rogers, as the great Zulu came
striding up with a bok over his shoulder.
As he entered the little camp he threw down the bok, and began to skin
it, looking about for Coffee and Chicory.
"Where are the boys?" he said at last.
"Sure they haven't come back," said Dinny; "and I hope they never will,"
he added, taking the bok to cut up and cook a portion, for Dinny's leg
was very sore and bleeding from a severe bite, and his temper was also a
little more sore from the doubt with which his story had been received.
The Zulu darted a fierce glance at him, but he did not speak. He only
walked to the waggon, where Mr Rogers was examining some of the
specimens he had killed, and said simply,--
"May I take the rifle, boss, and go and find my boys?"
"Yes, of course," exclaimed Mr Rogers.
"I'll go with you, General," cried Jack eagerly.
"But you are too tired," said his father.
"Oh, no," cried Jack. "I don't mind. I'll go with the General."
The Zulu darted a grateful look at Jack, and the latter took his rifle
and bullet cartridges, starting off directly after in the way that the
boys had been seen to go.
Jack began chatting to the Zulu as they went along, but after a few
remarks he noticed that the General was very quiet and reserved, while
when he glanced at his countenance it looked so strange that Jack felt
startled, and began to think of how awkward his position would be if the
Zulu were to prove unfaithful, and turn upon him.
But the next minute he was reassured, and found that it was anxiety upon
the General's part about his boys.
"I am afraid, Boss Jack," he said hoarsely. "It frightens me to think.
They may be killed."
"Oh, no," cried Jack hopefully. "They have only gone farther away, and
have not had time to return."
The Zulu shook his head, but he glanced eagerly at the speaker as if to
silently ask him if he really felt like that.
"No," he said softly; "one of them would be back by now, I am afraid."
Jack tried again, but it was of no avail; and the Zulu having struck the
boys' trail, he had to be left to follow it without interruption, and
this he did, all through the heat of that glowing afternoon.
Several times poor Jack felt as if he would faint, but his spirit kept
him up, and at last they came upon Chicory, sitting down by a little
pool of water with his assegai beside him, bathing his bleeding feet.
The Zulu uttered a low sigh of satisfaction as he saw one of his boys,
and Chicory jumped up, and seizing his assegai, ran to meet them.
"My brother; has he got back?" he asked in his own tongue.
"No; I came to find you both. Where is he?" said the General sternly.
"Lost," said Chicory disconsolately. "We got no birds and would not go
back without, and we went on and parted. He is lost."
"Lost!" said the Zulu scornfully; "my boy lost! Go find him. Watch the
spoor. He must be found."
Poor Chicory turned without a word, and in obedience to his father's
order he went off in the direction where he and his brother had
accidentally parted, and at last led them to a beautiful park-like tract
of land. Forest-trees sprang up in every direction, for the most part
draped with creepers; clumps of bushy growth, and clusters of prickly
succulent plants, grew on every side. It was in fact a very nature's
garden, but though they searched in all directions through the lovely
glades, golden with the rays of the scorching sun, there was no trace of
poor Coffee; and after separating, when they met again from time to time
poor worn out Chicory looked his despair.
Again they separated, Jack following, however, pretty closely upon poor
Chicory's steps, till the excitement that had kept him up so long began
to fail, and he sat down pretty well exhausted, with his rifle across
his knees and his back against a tree.