ATTACKED AND BESIEGED
We set to work again in the afternoon, getting out a lot of material to
be finished later. The following morning I won the regard of all—unless
I except the fawning creature mentioned before—by giving lessons in
archery, another bow and several arrows having been hastily completed.
The Links proved themselves not only practicable, but most excellent
pupils. They were magnificently muscled, to begin with, and therefore
shot with force from the start, while all seemed to possess a natural
knack, as if the weapon had once been theirs and then for long had been
mysteriously lost.
In the midst of our “tournament” and while I was walking cautiously
about, to get a shot at a brilliant bird which had flown into a near-by
tree, a peculiar sound was uttered by many of the Links. The cause of
their exclamation was revealed a second later, for moving through a
clearing, not forty yards away, was a large black bear.
My heart leaped with excitement. I moved quickly to gain a point of
vantage, raising the bow for a shot, when a dozen of the Links leaped in
alarm between myself and the bear, raising their arms as if in affright
and plainly imploring me not to shoot at the creature. This I thought
absurd. I believed them to be a pack of cowards who feared the arrow
might only serve to irritate the brute and so bring down its wrath upon
us all. But in this I was mistaken. As I tried to wave them away—for the
bear would be gone in a minute—they became frantic in their appeals.
They indicated clearly that if I wished I might try the shaft on any one
of themselves, if only I would spare the beast which had walked thus
deliberately into camp.
There was nothing else for it; the creature disappeared before I could
argue the question. Thereupon a score of males, foremost of whom was the
chief, hurried to the place where the bear had paused a moment and there
each placed his head on the ground with such a show of reverence and
primitive superstition, that even I could comprehend they attached some
great significance to this peculiar visit. When I reasoned how easily
two or three with their terrible clubs could have despatched the animal,
I concluded that they all regarded bruin’s visit as an omen of
particular good fortune.
I was speculating upon this occurrence when suddenly another cry—this
time of alarm—startled us all. The males came dashing back from their
adoration of the bear tracks, making a shrill sound of warning and
waving their arms wildly. The females and scores of others ran pell-mell
for the cave. Children came swinging down from trees as if the sky were
raining little Links. Mothers fled with babes in their arms. There was
sudden arming of the fighters.
Somewhat amazed I stood where I was, bow still in hand. Then the reason
for the visit of the bear was speedily furnished. I was clutched and
hustled off with the others, while with screams of savage
vengeance—which mingled with a war-note, easy to understand,—innumerable
black monsters swarmed from the woods and charged upon us.
The whole fighting tribe of black Missing Links, it appeared, had
surrounded the camp. They were armed and ferocious, thirsting for
revenge for the defeat of two days before, and seemed equal to the task
of annihilating all our force. They had frightened the bear there before
them.
In a time incredibly short, the Reds were in the cave. I was dragged and
pushed in among the last. Then I saw my precious new weapons, twenty
feet away—arrow-heads, spear-heads, knives, hatchets, handles, bows and
all. Tearing away I dashed out to these and brought the sea-shell, with
its contents back to safety. Fatty darted out in my tracks, saving a
number of unfinished bows, but the foremost Blacks were almost upon him.
The chief himself—who thereby testified his high appreciation of the
collection—leaped from the cave, to get all he could of what we had
missed. I turned about in time to see him fill his arms and hands. A
great black Link bounded swiftly up with brandished club, to smash his
rival’s skull. My whole being thrilled, thus to behold the bravery of
our great red fellow who, leaping like a panther, refused to drop
anything, in such a moment of peril. Cries of warning and of terror went
up from the cave. I jerked up my bow, with a pointed arrow, strung.
Lustily I drew against that powerful deer-gut. There was only a foot in
which to miss the chief and hit the pursuing Black. The arrow sped like
a streak. It struck the murderous creature fairly at the base of the
throat, crashed clean through his neck and protruded on both sides at
once.
He plunged forward, striking such a blow on his face that the arrow was
driven to the feathers in the hole it had made. A chorus of howls
resulted. The Links immediately on the heels of their fallen companion,
halted abruptly, in dread and horror, yet on came a hundred behind them,
mad for blood.
A blunt arrow, shot too high, but which nevertheless struck another
black Link in the forehead, smashed its way through his skull before it
shattered and split into pieces. Then the crystal club caved in the
chest of the only assailant who had reached the cave, for the chief had
recovered his fighting position like an elastic spring, and was ready to
deal a fearful death to any who should dare attempt to enter the
frowning mouth of the cave. Reinforced by another fighter, the chief
could almost have stayed the rush of an army, coming in singles and
pairs through the open door.
This fact the attacking creatures realised quickly. Another of the
arrows, which missed the mark for which it had been intended, broke the
arm of a powerful Black and compelled him to drop his club. His cry was
a signal for all to halt and draw back, to consider what had best be
done. They had us trapped, but how should they now proceed to beat out
our brains?
The last of my arrows was gone too soon, but the visible effect of these
silent messengers of death was that of terror on the part of the
mystified Blacks. Had we possessed a score of bows, with a quiver full
of arrows for each, in the hands of skillful archers, we should have won
a bloody battle and driven the foe away, hopelessly routed, but they had
surprised us completely, in our unprepared condition, and the situation
was decidedly theirs in point of advantage.
Behind me, in the cave, the females and young ones were being sent to
the rear. There was much excited chatter and much uneasiness of movement
among all the huddled creatures. What the Blacks would do was evidently
a matter of great concern.
Our besiegers decided soon on aggressive measures. They gathered all the
loose rocks, which were practical as missiles, and rushing forward,
hurled them into the cave with tremendous violence. Not a few of our
party received bruises from the first volley, but many stones missed the
cave entirely and many merely struck the rock walls and so fell
harmlessly down. All that came to hand were immediately gathered, so
that when the second company advanced to supplement the first fusilade,
they were met by a fierce return shower of rocks, which stretched two
Blacks on the ground.
This business proving unprofitable was not long continued. The Blacks
retired again for consultation the result of which was that more than a
dozen soon lighted brands at our smouldering fires and threw these in
upon us as they darted by the opening of the cavern. No serious injury
came from this. Our fellows would have flung these fiery spears back
again, had I not restrained the action. The branches, it occurred to me,
made torches too good to sacrifice for nothing. I therefore extinguished
a number and kept several lighted. These latter we passed to the rear,
in order that our positions might not be revealed to the foe.
This throwing in of fire was concluded abruptly when the giant chief,
watching his opportunity, sprang out, as one of the Blacks was running
by, and battered in his head with the gleaming club. The rage of the
assailants increased momentarily. They saw themselves baffled by a force
inferior to their own, although they had us cornered.
With no little anxiety, we watched them detach a company of powerful
fighters and send them off out of sight. This could not indicate
retreat, I knew, for the ones who were left were too expectant. Perhaps,
I thought, this was a blind to make us believe the force was now so
reduced that we could charge them from the cave in safety and drive the
invaders from the camp. There were, indeed, a few in our party, as I
could see, who desired to attempt such a sortie, but fortunately the
chief and other wise fellows over-ruled the suggestion.
While we were waiting, restless and worried, the plan of the Blacks was
suddenly revealed. Amid yells of triumph and hatred, there came a
thundering shower of rocks and boulders from directly above the cave,
falling down across its mouth, heaping rapidly up, filling the place
with a stifling dust and obliterating much of the light of day. The
party detached had gone around and climbed on top of the terrace in
which the cave was hollowed out. It would simply have been to court a
sudden death had any of us attempted to dash from the place. Startled,
undecided as to what we ought to do, we stood there paralysed, while the
bewildering Niagara of sand and stone kept rumbling and crashing down.
Before we realised what was occurring, the barrier had grown to a heap
that was midway up across the opening of the hole.
There were strange cries, roars and howlings, from those behind us.
Above the din rose the piercing screams of delight from the horde
without. All of them now rushed to the spot in a body and began to heap
up all the stones they could gather. Blinded, confused and frightened,
my friendly Links began to jostle about, in the dread and anguish of the
doomed.
In less than five minutes the last rays of light were being blotted out.
The sounds of the army still building the barrier higher and thicker
came dully in. The cave was sealed; we were buried alive in an unknown
tomb!