"Ah, Monsieur Roob!" cried the Canadian, as we hurried up, "vat make
zees diable d'une fumee--smoke? Are ze woods on fire--you tink--eh?"
"Wuds!" exclaimed Rube, with a contemptuous glance at the speaker.
"Wagh! Thur's no wuds hyur. Thur's a paraira afire. Don't yer smell
the stink o' the grass?"
"Pe gar, oui! vraiment--c'est la prairie? You sure, Monsieur Roob?"
"Sure!" vociferated the trapper in a tone of indignation--"Sure!--ye
durned parley-voo-eat-a-frog-spit-a-brickbat-soup-suckin' Frenchman,
d'yur think I don't know the smell o' a burnin' paraira? Wagh!"
"Ah, Monsieur Roob, me pardonnez. Vat I mean ask--is ze chapparal
brule--on fire--ces arbres?"
"The chapparil ain't afire," answered Rube, somewhat mollified by the
apology: "so don't be skeeart, Frenchy yur safe enuf."
This assurance seemed to gratify not only the timid Canadian, but
others, who, up to this moment, were apprehensive that it was the
thicket that was on fire.
For myself, I had no such fears; I perceived that the chapparal could
not burn. Here and there, patches of dry mezquite-trees would have
caught like tinder; but in most places, a succulent endogenous
vegetation formed three parts of the jungle, and rendered it
"fire-proof." This was especially the case around the glade where the
trappers had taken their stand, and which was completely enclosed by a
wall of the great organ cactus, with aloes, opuntias, and other
juicy-leaved plants. In the opening, we were as safe from the fire as
though it was a hundred miles off; we suffered only from the smoke, that
now quite filled the atmosphere, causing a darkness that rivalled night
itself.
I had no apprehension for _our_ safety; it was not of that I was
thinking.
To the hasty dialogue between Rube and the Canadian I had scarcely given
heed; Garey had advanced to meet me, and I listened with anxious ear to
the tale of the tracker.
It was soon told. Rube and he had followed the trail, until it emerged
from the chapparal, and struck out into a wide grass-prairie. The edge
of the thicket was close by; but they had gone a considerable distance
beyond it and across the plain. They were still advancing, when, to
their consternation, they perceived that the prairie was on fire
directly ahead of them! The wind was rolling both smoke and flames
before it with the rapidity of a running horse; and it was with
difficulty they had escaped from it by galloping back to the chapparal.
And the steed--what had become of him? Had they seen nothing?
I did not put these questions in words--only in thought did I ask them;
and in thought only were they answered. Both the trackers were silent,
and that was an answer in the negative; yes, I read an ominous negative
in their looks of gloom.
We were compelled to halt; even the smoke rendered further progress
impossible; but we could hear the fire at no great distance--the culms
of the coarse reed-grass cracking like volleys of musketry.
Now and then, a scared deer broke through the bushes, passing us at full
speed. A band of antelopes dashed into the glade, and halted close
beside us--the frightened creatures not knowing where to run. At their
heels came a pack of prairie-wolves, but not in pursuit of them: these
also stopped near. A black bear and a cougar arrived next; and fierce
beasts of prey and gentle ruminants stood side by side, both terrified
out of their natural habits. Birds shrieked among the branches, eagles
screamed in the air, and black vultures could be seen hovering through
the smoke, with no thought of stooping upon a quarry!
The hunter man alone preserved his instincts. My followers were hungry.
Rifles were levelled--and the bear and one of the antelopes fell
victims to the deadly aim.
Both were soon stripped of their skins, and butchered. A fire was
kindled in the glade, and upon sword-blades and sapling spits the choice
morsels of venison and "bear-meat" were roasted, and eaten, with many a
jest about the "smoky kitchen."
I was myself hungered. I shared the repast, but not the merriment. At
that moment, no wit could have won from me a smile; the most luxurious
table could not have furnished me with cheer.
A worse appetite than hunger assailed my companions, and I felt it with
the rest--it was thirst: for hours all had been suffering from it; the
long hard ride had brought it on, and now the smoke and the dry hot
atmosphere increased the appetite till it had grown agonising, almost
unendurable. No water had been passed since the stream we had crossed
before day; there was none in the chapparal; the trackers saw none so
far as they had gone: we were in a waterless desert; and the very
thought itself renders the pang of thirst keener and harder to endure.
Some chewed their leaden bullets, or pebbles of chalcedony which they
had picked up; others obtained relief by drinking the blood of the
slaughtered animals--the bear and the antelope--but we found a better
source of assuagement in the succulent stems of the cactus and agave.
The relief was but temporary: the juice cooled our lips and tongues, but
there is an acrid principle in some of these plants that soon acted, and
our thirst became more intense than ever.
Some talked of returning on the trail in search of water--of going back
even to the stream--more than twenty miles distant.
Under such circumstances, even military command loses its authority.
Nature is stronger than martial law.
I cared not if they did return; I cared not who left me, so long as the
trappers remained true. I had no fear that they would forsake me; and
my disapprobation of it checked the cheerless proposal, and once more
all declared their willingness to go on.
Fortunately, at that crisis the smoke began to clear away, and the
atmosphere to lighten up. The fire had burnt on to the edge of the
chapparal, where it was now opposed by the sap-bearing trees. The grass
had been all consumed--the conflagration was at an end.
Mounting our horses, we rode out from the glade; and following the trail
a few hundred yards farther, we emerged from the thicket, and stood upon
the edge of the desolated plain.