Chapter VIII.

AN ADVENTURE

SUNDAY 3.--A fine morning. After our usual service Frank, my brother,

and myself, determined on an exploring expedition, and off we went,

leaving the dinner in the charge of the others. We left the busy throng

of the diggers far behind us, and wandered into spots where the sound

of the pick and shovel, or the noise of human traffic, had never

penetrated. The scene and the day were in unison; all was harmonious,

majestic, and serene. Those mighty forests, hushed in a sombre and

awful silence; those ranges of undulating hill and dale never yet

trodden by the foot of man; the soft still air, so still that

it left every leaf unruffled, flung an intensity of awe over our

feelings, and led us from the contemplation of nature to worship

nature's God.

We sat in silence for some while deeply impressed by all around us,

and, whilst still sitting and gazing there, a change almost

imperceptibly came over the face of both earth and sky. The forest

swayed to and fro, a sighing moaning sound was borne upon the wind, and

a noise as of the rush of waters, dark massive clouds rolled over the

sky till the bright blue heavens were completely hidden, and then, ere

we had recovered from our first alarm and bewilderment, the storm in

its unmitigated fury burst upon us. The rain fell in torrents, and we

knew not where to turn.

Taking me between them, they succeeded in reaching an immense shea-oak,

under which we hoped to find some shelter till the violence of the rain

had diminished; nor where we disappointed, though it was long before we

could venture to leave our place of refuge. At length however, we did

so, and endeavoured to find our way back to Eagle Hawk Gully. Hopeless

task! The ground was so slippery, it was as much as we could do

to walk without falling; the mud and dirt clung to our boots, and a

heavy rain beat against our faces and nearly blinded us.

"It is clearing up to windward," observed Frank; "another half-hour and

the rain will be all but over; let us return to our tree again."

We did so. Frank was correct; in less than the time he had specified a

slight drizzling rain was all of the storm that remained.

With much less difficulty we again attempted to return home, but before

very long we made the startling discovery that we had completely lost

our way, and to add to our misfortune the small pocket-compass, which

Frank had brought with him, and which would have now so greatly

assisted us, was missing, most probably dropped from his pocket during

the skirmish to get under shelter. We still wandered along till stopped

by the shades of evening, which came upon us--there is little or no

twilight in Australia.

We seated ourselves upon the trunk of a fallen tree, wet, hungry, and,

worst of all, ignorant of where we were. Shivering with cold,

and our wet garments hanging most uncomfortably around us, we

endeavoured to console one another by reflecting that the next morning

we could not fail to reach our tents. The rain had entirely ceased, and

providentially for us the night was pitch dark--I say providentially,

because after having remained for two hours in this wretched plight a

small light in the distance became suddenly visible to us all, so

distant, that but for the intensity of the darkness it might have

passed unnoticed. "Thank God!" simultaneously burst from our lips.

"Let us hasten there," cried Frank, "a whole night like this may be

your sister's death and would ruin the constitution of a giant."

To this we gladly acceded, and were greatly encouraged by perceiving

that the light remained stationary. But it was a perilous undertaking.

Luckily my brother had managed to get hold of a long stick with which

he sounded the way, for either large stones or water-holes would have

been awkward customers in the dark; wonderful to relate we escaped

both, and when within hailing distance of the light, which we perceived

came from a torch hold by some one, we shouted with all our

remaining strength, but without diminishing our exertions to reach it.

Soon--with feelings that only those who have encountered similar dangers

can understand--answering voices fell upon our ears. Eagerly we pressed

forward, and in the excitement of the moment we relinquished all hold

of one another, and attempted to wade through the mud singly.

"Stop! halt!" shouted more than one stentorian voice; but the warning

came too late. My feet slipped--a sharp pain succeeded by a sudden

chill--a feeling of suffocation--of my head being ready to burst--and I

remembered no more.

When I recovered consciousness it was late in the morning, for the

bright sun shone upon the ground through the crevices of a sail cloth

tent, and so different was all that met my eyes to the dismal scene

through which I had so lately passed, and which yet haunted my memory,

that I felt that sweet feeling of relief which we experience when,

waking from some horrid vision, we become convinced how unsubstantial

are its terrors, and are ready to smile at the pain they excited.

That I was in a strange place became quickly evident, and among the

distant hum of voices which ever and anon broke the silence not one

familiar tone could I recognize. I endeavoured to raise myself so as to

hear more distinctly, and then it was that an acute pain in the ankle

of the right foot, gave me pretty strong evidence as to the reality of

the last night's adventures. I was forced to lie down again, but not

before I had espied a hand-bell which lay within reach on a small

barrel near my bed. Determined as far as possible to fathom the

mystery, I rang a loud peal with it, not doubting but what it would

bring my brother to me. My surprise and delight may be easier imagined

than described, when, as though in obedience to my summons, I saw a

small white hand push aside the canvas at one corner of the tent, and

one of my own sex entered.

She was young and fair; her step was soft and her voice most musically

gentle. Her eyes were a deep blue, and a rich brown was the colour of

her hair, which she wore in very short curls all round her head and

parted on one side, which almost gave her the appearance of a pretty

boy.

These little particulars I noticed afterwards; at that time I only felt

that her gentle voice and kind friendliness of manner inexpressibly

soothed me.

After having bathed my ankle, which I found to be badly sprained and

cut, she related, as far as she was acquainted with them, the events

the previous evening. I learnt that these tents belonged to a party

from England, of one of whom she was the wife, and the tent in which I

lay was her apartment. They had not been long at the diggings, and

preferred the spot where they were to the more frequented parts.

The storm of yesterday had passed over them without doing much damage,

and as their tents were well painted over the tops, they managed to

keep themselves tolerably dry; but later in the evening, owing to the

softness of the ground, one of the side-posts partly gave way, which

aroused them all, and torches were lit, and every one busied in trying

to prop it up till morning. Whilst thus engaged they heard our voices

calling for help. They answered, at the same time getting ready some

more torches before, advancing to meet us, as there were

several pit-holes between us and them. Their call for us to remain

stationary came too late to save me from slipping into one of their

pits, thereby spraining my ankle and otherwise hurting myself, besides

being buried to my forehead in mud and water. The pit was not quite

five feet deep, but, unfortunately for myself in this instance, I

belong to the pocket edition of the feminine sex. They soon extricated

me from this perilous situation, and carried me to their tents, where,

by the assistance of my new friend, I was divested of the mud that

still clung to me, and placed into bed.

Before morning the storm, which we all thought had passed over, burst

forth with redoubled fury; the flashes of lightning were succeeded by

loud peals of thunder, and the rain came splashing down. Their tents

were situated on a slight rise, or they would have run great risk of

being washed away; every hole was filled with water, and the shea-oak,

of whose friendly shelter we had availed ourselves the evening before,

was struck by lightning, shivered into a thousand pieces. After a while

the storm abated, and the warm sun and a drying wind were quickly

removing all traces of it.

Frank and my brother, after an early breakfast, had set out for Eagle

Hawk Gully under the guidance of my fair friend's husband, who knew the

road thither very well; it was only three miles distant. He was to

bring back with him a change of clothing for me, as his wife had

persuaded my brother to leave me in her charge until I had quite

recovered from the effects of the accident, "which he more readily

promised," she observed, "as we are not quite strangers, having met

once before."

This awakened my curiosity, and I would not rest satisfied till fully

acquainted with the how, when, and where. Subsequently she related to

me some portion of the history of her life, which it will be no breach

of confidence to repeat here.

Short as it is, however, it is deserving of another chapter.

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