A DEADLY FOE
At sunrise, when all the Links were actively awake, there appeared to be
a strong inclination, on the part of many; to leave this new settlement
and flee to the woods. The visit of the tiger had terrified the females
and not a few of the fighters. The fawning creature, Grin, was the
moving spirit in this scheme of flight, but the chief could not be
readily persuaded to leave when he saw that I was strongly opposed to
any such measure of retreat.
I knew the tribe to be more or less nomadic, and I believed them capable
of finding a clearing wherein we could live, by constantly fighting the
jungle brutes, yet I was convinced that the welfare, not only of myself,
but of all concerned, would be better served by remaining where we were.
Attempting to show them how we could guard ourselves against future
enemies by adopting various measures, I set them the example of working
on the wall and of building sheltered dug-outs, succeeding at last in
quieting many fears and convincing the chief that we were the safest on
the hill.
All day long we toiled at sundry occupations, but the work to accomplish
was great and the efforts of my workmen, though the fellows were strong
and willing, were so crude that progress was slow. We needed weapons,
more than anything else, unless I except the shelters. I worked
continuously at making bows and arrows. In this labour I was
considerably assisted by three Links whom I finally selected as the most
ingenious and teachable fellows of the tribe. To my great delight I
found that my flints had already become exceedingly hard from being
exposed to the air. This rendered the hatchets and knives remarkably
efficient as tools.
The fighters dug seven or eight large, shallow holes in the earth,
during the day, and a few were covered with branches of trees and
thatched with enormous leaves before evening. What with helping to carry
stones for the wall and wood for various purposes, the females
accomplished but little on the baskets which I had hoped they would
make. They were not as practical as the males, having never been obliged
to construct so much as a blanket or a string of beads.
As a relaxation from my other employment, I busied myself with weaving a
basket, that night by the fire. The material was none of the best, and I
could only guess how the work should be done, nevertheless I succeeded
in finishing an awkward affair which would hold above a bushel of fruits
and which required two men to carry it home when filled.
For two more days we swarmed that hill-top like a colony of ants. At the
end of that time we had three good fire-places, builded of stone,
thirty-odd bows, more than eighty arrows, four baskets, nine tolerably
decent dug-outs, and a wall nearly completed about our city. Also we had
plenty of meat, for the hunters had driven some goat-like deer into
their pits, after their primitive fashion, not to mention a number of
birds cleverly captured. In this latter business they utilised a sticky
substance procured from a weed-like tree, the stuff being plastered on
the branches of trees much frequented by the birds, which, alighting,
got their feet, feathers and wings quickly gummed, so completely that
escape was impossible. I was anxious to have the fighters begin practise
with the bows, but as yet we had been too busily engaged with work for
any such diversion.
Just before evening that day I strolled to the edge of the jungle, with
the faithful Fatty at my heels, to try for a shot with some of our
latest arrows. The chief being away, at the head of a hunting company, I
waved back all others who would have followed. We found nothing to shoot
at but a squirrel, and this lively little animal evaded me time after
time, as I stepped quietly about.
I was just on the point of raising the bow at last when from almost
under my feet a fine turtle started to run toward a heap of rocks. He
was almost round and his back was unusually high, so much like half a
sphere was his shell. Immediately I thought what an excellent bowl or
basin this would make, and thereupon abandoned the squirrel and started
after the tortoise.
He moved much faster than one might have supposed possible. Nevertheless
I lifted him plump on his back with a movement of my foot, and then I
jumped violently away. I had almost trodden on a hooded snake, which
struck at my foot most viciously and then attempted to escape.
Fatty lost no time in getting too far away to be of any help. I tried a
shot at the reptile with the bow, but missed. The creature would have
escaped in a moment. I dropped everything to gather up some rocks, and a
large one of these I succeeded in smashing upon the creature so hard
that it broke his back and pinned him down, close behind the head.
Despatching my turtle then I hastened back to camp.
In the great sea-shell I boiled the turtle, not without the greatest
trouble. The Links ate the meat, for I felt no hankering after this
species after one trial. The shell was all I had expected, when at last
it was clean, for I had felt the need of a basin in which to wash.
Well satisfied with the work of the day, and having impressed a trio of
Links into service as guard for the night, I turned in early and soon
dropped off into the heaviest sort of slumber. Sometime in the night a
hideous noise and a violent jerking at my foot brought me suddenly to my
senses. I rushed out, bowling over Fatty in my haste, to find the Links
again verging on insanity from fright.
The man-eating tiger had crept upon us again and borne off one of the
very guards themselves, who had gone to sleep promptly, upon my
retiring.
I believe I cursed the wretches who had slept at the post of duty, for I
had much to do to restore the slightest resemblance to calm among the
excited creatures. Then in the morning, as I thoroughly expected, the
tribe was unanimous for deserting the works at once, to go
anywhere—whither they cared nothing at all,—so long as they put the
deepest jungle between themselves and this dreaded foe. A tiger such as
this, I could see, created a terror as great as the Links could contain.
There was no suggestion of a courage sufficient to battle with the
brute; there was one adequate scheme only, in their minds and this was
flight.
Situated as we were with that lake below us, on which I had builded a
vague sort of hope, I was determined to go the utmost bounds before I
would consent to move a yard. I pantomimed in desperation and jabbered
fairly good English and added my few words of bad Linkish (or Lingo), to
make them understand that I would undertake to kill the man-eater
myself, that coming night. Even this “announcement” appeared to be in
vain, for a time, especially as I had to work against the wretched
influence of Grin, the fawning coward, who had an unmistakable power in
“getting around” the chief. At length, however, my counsel prevailed.
But I could see that failure to execute my boasted vengeance on the
brute of the jungle would mean the total overthrow of “my city” and my
hold upon the primitive imaginations of the Links.
Feeling that if they did leave all behind and plunge anywhere through
the forest I should be obliged to go along, regardless of the fact that
this would make my escape even more than ever hopeless, and realising
also that I had assumed a large contract under any circumstances, I was
decidedly anxious, the moment after they finally consented to my rash
suggestion. Indeed, though I kept at the work, as I strove to devise a
plan of attack on the tiger, throughout the morning, I became nervous
and doubtful of my ability to perform the vital deed. My brain seemed
capable of only the wildest schemes, all of which were as utterly
impracticable as flying to London for a gun.
Having never killed a tiger I knew nothing of his habits, beyond the
fact that he was almost always sure to return to his “kill,” if
undisturbed, on the second night, and even on the third, if there still
remained undevoured portions of his victim sufficient for a meal. I
could fancy this brute treading silently up to the ghastly remains; I
could picture him, bloody of muzzle, fierce-eyed, alert and terrible, as
he dined in his dread loneliness. How I wished that a snake, more silent
than himself, might glide upon him and strike him deep with its venomous
fangs!
A snake!—Why a snake to be sure! It suggested just the plan! I had no
weapon reliably stout enough to give him a mortal wound, but I could,
perhaps, bury a poisoned arrow in his blood—a shaft that need but
scratch to do its deadly work. The snake I had killed the day before
might still be fresh enough to furnish the fatal juice, and then—if I
could find the mangled body in the jungle, perhaps—perhaps—
I was more excited and nervous now than before. Three times I was on the
point of crying quits. Once I was nerved anew by the contemplation of
the lake and our settlement, which meant that I was working out a plan
of escape, already nicely started. Again, I was hardened to the task by
the thought that, surrounded as I was in this unknown region, with death
so easy on every hand, I was childish to wish to avoid this one
particular danger, perhaps only to plunge into others far more awful.
The third time I was steeled by observing the sneering smile on the face
of Grin, which seemed to mock my show of manhood. This was the thing
which made me put all doubt and hesitation away.
In the late afternoon, having selected five of the straightest and
truest of the arrows tipped with flint, and having seen that the
bow-string was stout and reliable, I walked off boldly, alone, and went
to where the hooded snake lay crushed beneath the rock. Until I was out
of sight the Links watched me, narrowly, all of them standing together
on the hill. The body of the snake was where I had left it, the tail
partially eaten by something, which must have been desperately hungry.
Cutting off the head I pried open the jaws with a stick and my knife,
finding the poison-glands of great size.
The venom flowed thickly out when I tore the sacks open with the point
of an arrow, and although the whole revolting operation made me nearly
ill, I fairly bathed the flints in the viscid substance. Holding the
arrows carefully from me, to let them dry, I concealed the serpent’s
head beneath a rock, for I did not wish the Links to know what I had
done, and so to learn the use of so deadly a creature.
Skirting the edge of the woods, I came opposite our settlement, at about
the point where I judged I had seen the tiger disappear, in the jungle,
the night when he carried away the female from our midst. Here I had not
far to search before I found trampled grass, vines ripped aside and even
the tracks of the brute’s massive paws. With a fast-beating heart and
also with a tremendous desire to turn and run, I stepped noiselessly
along in this suggestive trail.
The stillness, save for the note of a far-away bird, or the quick start
of some porcupine or sloth, frightened from its haunt, was terribly
oppressive. I confess to have had a constant feeling as if my hair were
standing upright on my head, as I slowly made my way into that tangle of
greenery. The day seemed suddenly to have grown old and dark. I felt
horribly near to the lair of the man-eater, knowing that he had actually
been in the place such a short time before.
Presently I came upon a clearing which was hardly thirty feet across in
either direction. Approaching the centre of this I started violently,
for I nearly stumbled across the mangled body of my sentinel Link of the
night before. I had not believed it could be so near the edge of our own
clearing. The tiger, I thought, had grown thus insufferably impudent,
not to say indifferent to our nearness to his feast, because he had
never been hunted, nor even threatened with retaliation.
The body was a ghastly sight, so human-looking, so fearfully fresh! I
turned away my head and somewhat retreated. How much I desired to dash
madly away—out to the sunlight—I can never convey to another mind. I had
no feeling of bravery left; it seemed to me as if the jungle were filled
with deadly creatures, prowling about me as I stood in the place.
What should I do, now that I had found the spot I had dreaded to find?
Would the tiger come back that night? I felt only too sure that he
would. Looking about me I saw that a great tree held out a branch which
was easy to climb. It was such a relief to think of getting off the
ground, up out of reach of the creatures which might come creeping or
prowling along, that I waited only long enough to tie the end of a long,
cord-like creeper about my bow and arrows, when I scrambled up in the
tree as if all the fiends of Hades had been upon my track. I make no
excuse for the lack of courage I felt, for absolutely I could not help
it, strive as I might.
Once up on the branch, however, I felt better. Moving along to a bend,
where a lot of creepers were thickly interlaced, I found a sort of
natural seat, not quite directly above the terrible “kill,” below in the
trodden and red-painted grass. In this seat I could rest my weight, my
position then being one of half erectness, my feet on the great branch,
my body leaning against the supporting vines. Drawing up my weapons, I
so disposed four of the arrows that I could easily and safely find them
in the dark—which I tried by closing my eyes. Then I fitted the fifth
one to the bow-string and prepared myself for a lengthy wait.