I have called him a man, and so he was, though, in very truth, at that
time I had never seen his like. He was small in stature, little taller
than myself; and there was something about him that was more animal than
human. I cannot account for this, unless the explanation be found in
the scared look upon his face, especially in the eyes--the eyes of a
hunted beast.
He was not black, but light brown of skin, though there was so much dirt
about him that I was not even sure of that. His hair was lank and long.
All matted with mud, it fell about his ears. He wore no clothing, save
the skin of some small, wild animal hung loosely round his waist; and he
held in one hand a long bamboo rod, which I took to be a blow-pipe.
Now, I believed that this savage would kill me out of hand, defenceless
as I was. But he stood staring at me for a long time, with his wild
eyes and his mouth widely opened.
So, by degrees, my courage returned to me, and with it something of
hope. I tried to think--and it is no simple matter to be reasonable
when one is exhausted by starvation and tortured both in body and in
mind.
It was manifest, in the first place, that I had no means of
communicating with this man. I could neither speak to him nor sign,
since I knew no word of any barbarous language, and my hands were bound
fast to my sides. But I did the only thing I could do--I moved my mouth
as if I were eating, hoping against hope that he would take my meaning:
that I was starving and begged for food.
And the more I mouthed at him and made grimaces, the more he stared at
me, and the more frightened did he seem. For the better part of five
minutes I swear he never moved an inch, and then, quite suddenly, he
took to his heels and dived into the woods.
For a little time I could scarce credit it that he had left me to my
fate. But when a full hour had passed, and I realised that it was
possible that the wild man might not return, my sense of loneliness
became even more oppressive than before, and to tell the truth I cried.
I am, in the evening of a long, adventurous life, at times of a
reflective disposition, and I have considered often the strange
complexities of human nature, for I have seen many men and places in my
time. When I first beheld the savage, I was alarmed beyond measure that
he would put the life out of me by means of his murderous-looking
blow-pipe. I would, at that moment, gladly have had him on the other
side of the world. And when he left me so suddenly, without sign or
signal of either hostility or friendship, I felt no less dismayed.
I was so utterly alone in that great silence, in the shadow of those
mute, majestic trees. Not even the wild inhabitants of that
inhospitable region would come and have done with it and kill me.
And thus, indeed, I burst into tears, and cried as children cry. I
think sheer weakness and the pain that I had suffered had much to do
with it; and in any case it all seemed to me so pitiful and hopeless,
for I was over-young to undergo such cruel privations.
I slept again until the evening, when I was awakened of a sudden by a
strange noise like the chuckling of a hen.
I opened my eyes and looked upon the same wild man who had regarded me
before. But this time he had brought three others with him--all four as
like to one another as so many beans. And there they stood, in a row,
immediately before me, one of them--as I have just expressed
it--chuckling like a hen.
I could not for the life of me make out whether or not he was laughing.
He might have been amused, amazed, or angered. There was no expression
upon his face. The noise seemed to come from somewhere out of his
throat. When I opened my eyes and looked at him, he ceased at once; so
I am inclined to think he had behaved thus in order to awaken me.
I judged that the man I had seen earlier in the day had stood at a
distance of about twenty paces from me; but now, made bolder by
companionship, he had approached to within about twelve yards from the
palm-tree to which I was bound. They were all armed with blowpipes, but
they made no hostile movement; they just stood staring at me with their
mad eyes, speechless and looking more afraid than I was.
All on a sudden, I was impelled to cry out. I shouted as a dog yelps
when trodden on, asleep upon a mat.
"Give me food!" I cried. "Have pity on me! I am starving!"
And at that they vanished, all the four of them. They scattered like
birds, swiftly and in silence. At one moment, I beheld them; at the
next, they were nowhere: they might have been spirited away.
They did not return that night, which was the most miserable of all.
Hunger was now gnawing at my vitals. There was a foul taste in my
mouth, and I felt so weak and lifeless that it was as if the slow
beating of my heart shook my whole frame, making it hard for me to
breathe. Also, I was again consumed by a raging thirst; but the worst
of the whole matter was the seeming hopelessness of my situation; for
now I verity believed that my end was drawing near.
Though often our endurance is strained to the utmost, and there are
times when we are weighed down by grief and trouble, I know that the
good God is merciful, that it is well to bear the ills we have so
bravely as we may, in the firm conviction that faith and a stout heart
to hope will conquer in the end.
The sun rose in that lone place upon my misery; and a little after, came
the wild men again; and this time they were nine in number, for I
counted them as they stepped in single file forth from the darkness of
the woods.
They stood gazing at me as before; and now I was wise enough to hold my
peace, though by then--if the truth be told--there was little strength
within me; for, even as I looked at them, my eyelids dropped and my head
nodded on my shoulders like that of a drunken man.
They came closer than ever, to within an arm's length of me, and one
timidly extended an arm and touched me, and then drew back quickly as if
he had burned his fingers.
[Illustration: "THEY CAME CLOSER THAN EVER, TO WITHIN AN ARM'S LENGTH OF
ME."]
I saw now that I had nothing to fear from them, that it was a keen
struggle in their untutored minds as to whether fear or curiosity should
win. I did my best to smile.
It was a senseless, mirthless smile, forced upon lips that were dry and
burning and eyes grown dim throughout long hours of watching and
despair; and yet--by the grace of Providence--it achieved its simple
purpose.
For, forthwith, like a tribe of monkeys, they set to talking among
themselves; and never had I heard such gibberish. They waved their
hands, and made mouths and faces at one another that were astonishing to
behold. They touched me repeatedly, fingering my tattered clothes; and
one tugged so violently at the sleeve of my shirt, which had been torn
to ribbons upon the thorn trees in the forest, that he pulled it off
almost from the shoulder--and then began the monkey-house again.
The very sight of my white skin, where it had not been tanned by the
sun, set them jabbering for the space of half-an-hour; and all that time
I kept my silence, fearing that, if I should speak, they would disperse
like Sussex rooks at the sound of a farmer's gun.
I had read and heard of fierce savage black men, cannibals and the like,
who regarded as their natural foes all of alien race, whom they put
horribly to death. But these wild people were shy as antelopes; and
though they might have been dangerous if handled wrongly, there was
nothing to fear from them in the case of one placed at so great a
disadvantage as myself.
I did nothing, then, but let them talk it out; and in the end, one of
them took a bone knife with an edge like a saw, and cut through the
fibre that bound me to the tree.
The others stood a little apart with their long blow-pipes, ready to
riddle me with darts that I learned afterwards were poisoned. But no
sooner were my hands freed than I pointed a finger straight down my
opened mouth--a gesture which no one could mistake.
That set them talking once again; and when they were through with it,
they took me with them back into the woods. In single file we wormed
our way through the thick undergrowth of the forest, until at length we
hit upon a footpath where they travelled fast and silently, these
strange men of the woods. By then my strength was well-nigh exhausted.
Both in mind and in body I was come to the end of my powers of
endurance; and I could go no farther.
And so, thereupon, they carried me, taking it in turns among themselves
to bear my weight, for they were not strong men, but thin of limb and
short in stature.
We journeyed until nightfall, and then camped in the forest. They gave
me food--roasted manioc and crushed bananas; and then I fell asleep.
At daybreak--though in those dark places we saw little of the sun, and
there was small difference betwixt night and morning--we were on the
march again, and about midday struck the course of a considerable river
which we followed up-stream for a distance of many miles. From this
valley we turned into that of a tributary, and reached our destination
in the evening.
This was a small village of rude huts, inhabited--as I afterwards
discovered--by the various members of a single family. I had walked
many miles upon the second day, and found myself on arrival at the
village as greatly fatigued as ever, suffering also from a stiffness in
the joints, due to the cramped position I had been forced to assume when
bound by the liana to the tree. So that after my simple meal that
night, I again fell asleep, and slept, I verily believe, as I never did
before or since. For not only was I spent and weary, but I had now the
comfortable assurance that these wild people would do me no bodily harm.
For the time being, at least, I was safe.