VALE, FAITHFUL FATTY
Had the Blacks known the country and human ways of cunning, they could
still have cut across the neck of a loop in the river, and so have
overtaken the boat, but this was beyond their sagacity. I feared they
might have forestalled us thus, so that when we came along to where they
should have been, in such an event, I was alert for trouble and hugged
the further side of the stream. Of course we passed the place
unmolested.
The sun was shining brightly now, as if in promise of fairer things to
come. We had been too horrified to speak, but at last we breathed our
relief, and shuddered as we reviewed the fearful hour which, thank God,
was now of the past. Then we ate of our food, for all were faint from
hunger, and I stirred up and fed the fire, and laid out the bombs to dry
in the tropical heat. Also I moored the boat from the branch of an
overhanging tree, by means of the rope I had taken along. I needed rest
as much as food.
There in the shade we floated quietly for more than an hour, during
which time I slept like a worn-out child, in a wretched position, but
yet dreamlessly and without the slightest inconvenience. I awoke much
refreshed. The goddess would have permitted me to slumber as long as I
listed, nevertheless she was anxious to be going ahead, seeing which I
cut us loose, and again we were hurrying down toward the sea.
It was a long and somewhat tedious day. We shot more rapids, a number of
which threatened various dangers, and we rowed through a broad, shallow
lagoon that was almost a lake and in which there were alligators galore.
Of these the goddess had a natural horror, only exceeded by that of poor
Fatty. However, the saurians were quite as alarmed as we, having never
before seen the like of our floating terror, which the boat with
extended oars seemed to represent, so that we cleared this place without
delay and without a battle.
Along the banks of the river, which presented itself in multitudinous
aspects, we beheld troops of monkeys and apes, vast flocks of parrots
and other noisy birds, which made the trees seem to quiver with life.
Tortoises were frequently started from a sun-bath, when they plunged
into the stream with clumsy haste. There were toads in great variety and
of snakes an ample representation. Of these latter reptiles some were
swimming in the water, while others lay upon the banks and others again
hung suspended from the trees, masquerading, it appeared to me, in
imitation of creepers. The insects were exceedingly pestiferous,
especially where the river became wide, sluggish and grown with rank
grasses.
The changing panorama of jungle, hills, grassy clearings and rocky
ravines, was one of unquestionable beauty, yet I felt no joy in
observing it stretch and unfold so endlessly before us. I waxed
impatient to be out of the maze. In spite of all I could do, I was
conscious always of the ominous stillness about us, and of a sub-stratum
of fear in myself, as I dwelt upon the thought of things which might
occur. I have said before, and I repeat frankly, I am not a courageous
man. The constant succession of events and the omnipresence of menace to
life and limb had wrought sad havoc with my nerves. When I fought, it
was nearly always because I felt so frightened and nervous that I had to
do something desperate to relieve my feelings. At other times anger had
made me reckless.
We had passed a number of tributary streams, so that the river was now
of much greater volume. Thinking of this, I was deeply puzzled, at noon,
to find that not only had the current ceased to assist me forward, but
that on the contrary it seemed abruptly to have reversed. Attributing
this “illusion” to my weakened condition of brain and muscles, I worked
harder than before to drive the boat along. There was no sense in
blaming myself, however, for soon the up current became actually
visible, as well as strong. Then I was suddenly made glad, and knew I
had been once more a dunce.
The tide from the great sea itself was rising and driving everything up,
against the flow of the river. This glorious news I imparted at once to
the goddess. How she rejoiced! But even then, her feelings were most
expressed by her lustrous eyes, for she found it difficult to speak of
escape, and I think she dared not hope, for fear a jealous fate would
hear her wish and proceed to shatter every possibility of deliverance
from this wide-open prison.
It being a useless expenditure of energy to pull against this tide, I
secured the boat to a vine-covered log, which protruded above the water,
and let her swing as she would. We refreshed ourselves again with the
fruits and a bit of the jerked meat. Already many of the mangoes and
papaws were becoming soft, in the heat. Instructing the goddess to wake
me the moment the tide should turn, I snatched another nap.
Before long we were slipping so swiftly downward on the ebb of the
current that I was quite content to steer the boat and let it make its
own pace. Thus we skimmed rapidly along until late in the day, the smell
of the life-giving sea wafting to our nostrils, till it filled us with
joy unspeakable. Building my plan as we rode on the bosom of the river,
I decided to make the camp in the stream, or on the bank, within the
mouth of the outlet, rather than to venture on the ocean with night
descending. After a needed period of rest, we could explore the coast of
the land for a village, in the morning.
The sky had become a trifle clouded before we resumed the drifting,
after my slumber; this condition now increased. Having been taught my
lesson before, I did not intend to be caught again. I spoke to the
goddess, asking her to steer us a bit, but the poor girl had fallen
asleep from exhaustion. Letting the craft take her course, I stretched a
protection over the fire and then turned about and performed a similar
service for the bombs, which had been dried thoroughly.
While I was fairly in the midst of this important business, Fatty gave a
sudden cry of alarm. The next instant the boat struck upon the end of a
spit of land which projected out into the stream. I was thrown on my
knees; the craft swung with her bow as a pivot on the sand.
Getting erect with the thought that no harm was done and that to push
off was only the work of a second, I was amazed to see a troop of
creatures darting toward us—my old enemies the hideous ourang-outangs!
The goddess was jolted awake; she gasped in terror. Reaching for an oar
to push us off I found it caught in the skin that wrapped the bombs. I
jerked and wrenched; the delay was fatal. The monsters descended the
bank like an avalanche. Hampered as I was with the oar, I became the
easiest victim. Before I could drop the sweep to make a fight, the
brutes leaped across the beach which was between themselves and the
boat. Myself, the girl and Fatty were all but surrounded,—hideous murder
loomed before us in a second.
Then Fatty, the faithful, the frightened, the loving, hurled himself
upon the brutes, defending me from instant capture and death; and the
fierce creatures gathered him to them. They tore him, bit him, fell upon
him and mangled his body in a manner frightful to see. He was done to
death most horribly in less than half a minute.
The boat, relieved of his weight and shoved by the backward push of his
foot, as he leaped, swung off in the stream and began to drift away. I
sprang to where my bombs were lying, mad for vengeance, and tore one out
of the skin. Then scrambling to the fire, I snatched up a flesh-searing
coal and touched the fuse. It sputtered in swift anger. I threw the
deadly thing with all my force. While yet in the air, only mid-way
between those monsters and ourselves, the bomb exploded with terrific
violence. I saw a gigantic star of fire; I felt as if the world had
burst against my head. Then I fell forward in the boat and was utterly
blotted out.