"Well, my friends," proceeded our host, "it was a terrible sight to look
upon--those fierce, gaunt wolves--the mad and foaming mastiffs--the dead
mother, and the terrified and screaming child. Of course, the wolves
fled at the approach of myself and Cudjo, and the dogs whimpered with
delight. Well they might, poor brutes! for had we not come to their
aid, they could not have held out much longer against such fearful odds.
Although the battle had not been a long one, and commenced most likely
after we had driven the wolves from the camp, yet the poor mastiffs were
torn and bleeding in many places. As I stooped down to take up the
little Luisa, she still clung close around the neck of her mother,
crying for her `mamma' to awake. I saw that her mamma would never wake
again. She was lifeless and cold. There was an arrow in her breast.
It was plain, that after receiving this wound she had fled into the
thicket--no doubt followed by the faithful dogs--and, favoured by the
darkness, had kept on, until she had fallen and died. The position of
her arms showed that she had breathed her last clasping her child to her
bosom.
"Leaving Cudjo to guard the body, I carried the child back to my own
wagon. Although so lately terrified with the battle of the wolves and
dogs, the little creature cried at being separated from its mother, and
struggled in my arms to be taken back."
Here Rolfe's narrative was again interrupted by the sobs of McKnight,
who--although a firm, lion-hearted man--could not restrain himself on
listening to these painfully affecting details. The children of Rolfe,
too, repeatedly wept aloud. The "dark sister" herself seemed least
affected of all. Perhaps that terrible scene, occurring at such an
early period of her life, had impressed her character with the firmness
and composure which afterwards marked it. Every now and then she bent
towards the "fair one," throwing her arms around the neck of the latter,
and endeavouring to restrain her tears.
"I gave the child to my wife," continued Rolfe, after a pause, "and in
the company of little Mary, then about her own age, she soon ceased
crying, and fell asleep in my wife's bosom. I took a spade which I had
in my wagon, and going back dug a grave; and, with the help of Cudjo,
hastily interred the body. I say _hastily_, for we did not know the
moment we might stand in need of some one to do as much for ourselves.
It seems that our labour was in vain; yet even had we known this was to
be the case, we should not the less have acted as we did. There was
some satisfaction in performing this last sacred and Christian ceremony
for our murdered friend; and both Cudjo and I felt it to be nothing more
than our duty.
"We did not remain any longer near the spot, but hastening back to our
wagon, I led the oxen in among some trees, where they might be hidden
from view. Commending my wife and little ones to God, I shouldered my
rifle, and set out--for the purpose of discovering whether the savages
had left the place, and in what direction they had gone. It was my
intention, should I be able to satisfy myself about the road they had
taken, to go by some other course, yet by one that would bring me back
into the trail, so that I could go on to the country of New Mexico. I
knew very well that at that late season, and with oxen worn-out, as ours
were, I could never get back to Saint Louis--which was nearly eight
hundred miles distant.
"After proceeding a mile or two--creeping through bushes, and skulking
behind rocks--I saw the trail of the Indians striking out into an open
plain, in a due westerly direction. They must have formed a large band,
and all mounted, as the tracks of their horses testified. Seeing that
they had moved off westward, I formed the resolution of making two or
three days' journey to the south, and afterwards turning in a westerly
direction. This would most likely secure me from meeting them again,
and would bring me, as I guessed, to the eastern ranges of the Rocky
Mountains through which I might pass into the valley of New Mexico. I
had heard my companions speak of a more southern pass through these
mountains, than that which lies near Santa Fe; and I hoped to be able to
reach it, although I believed it to be two hundred miles distant. With
these plans in my mind, I returned to where I had left my little party.
"It was night when I got back to the wagon, and I found Mary and the
children in great distress at my delay; but I had brought them good
news--that the Indians were gone away.
"I first thought of remaining all night where we were; but, not being
yet fully satisfied that the Indians were gone, I changed my intention.
Seeing that we were to have a moon, and that a smooth plain stretched
away towards the south, I concluded that it would be better to make a
night journey of it, and put twenty miles, if possible, between us and
the camp. All agreed with this proposal. In fact, we were all equally
anxious to get away from that fearful spot; and had we stayed by it, not
one of us could have slept a wink. The apprehension that the savages
might return, and the excited state of our feelings--to say nothing of
the terrible howling of the wolves--would have kept us awake; so,
resolving to take our departure, we waited for the rising of the moon.
"We did not waste time, my friends. You all know that water is the
great want in these deserts, both for man and beast. We knew not where
or when we might next find it; so we took the precaution to fill our
vessels at the stream. We filled all we had that would hold water.
Alas! these were not enough, as you shall hear.
"The moon rose at length. She seemed to smile upon the horrid picture
that lay below at the deserted camp; but we stayed no longer to
contemplate it. Leading our oxen out of their _cache_, we struck out
into the open plain, in a direction as nearly south as I could guide
myself. I looked northward for the star in the tail of the Little
Bear--the polar star--which I soon found by the pointers of the Ursa
Major; and keeping this directly on our backs, we proceeded on.
Whenever the inequalities of the ground forced us out of our track, I
would again turn to this little star, and consult its unfailing index.
There it twinkled in the blue heavens like the eye of a friend. It was
the finger of God pointing us onward.
"And onward we went--here creeping around some gaping fissure, that
opened across our track--there wading over a sandy swell--and anon
rolling briskly along the smooth, herbless plain; for the country we
were passing through was a parched and treeless desert.
"We made a good night's journey of it, cheered by the prospect of
escaping from the savages. When day broke, we were twenty miles from
the camp. The rough hills that surrounded it were completely lost to
our view, and we knew from this that we had travelled a long way; for
some of these hills were of great height. We knew that we must have
passed over a considerable arc of the earth's surface before their tops
could have sunk below the horizon. Of course, some intervening ridges,
such as the sandy swells I have mentioned, helped to hide them from our
view; but, at all events, we had the satisfaction of knowing that the
savages, even had they returned to the camp, could not now see us from
that point. We only feared the chances of their discovering our tracks,
and following us. Urged by this apprehension, we did not halt when the
day broke, but kept on until near noontide. Then we drew up--for our
oxen, as well as the horse, were completely tired out, and could go no
farther without rest.
"It was but a poor rest for them--with neither grass nor water--not a
blade of anything green except the _artemisia_ plant, the wild
wormwood--which, of course, neither horse nor oxen would touch. This
grew all around us in low thickets. Its gnarled and twisted bushes,
with their white silvery leaves, so far from gladdening the eye, only
served to render the scene more dreary and desolate--for we knew that
this plant denoted the extreme barrenness of the soil. We knew that,
wherever it grew, the desert was around it.
"It was, indeed, but a poor rest for our animals--for the hot sun
glanced down upon them during the noon hours, making them still more
thirsty. We could not afford them a drop of the precious water; for we
ourselves were oppressed with extreme thirst, and our stock was hourly
diminishing. It was as much as we could to spare a small quantity to
the dogs, Castor and Pollux.
"Long before night, we once more yoked to the oxen, and continued our
journey, in the hope of reaching some stream or spring. By sunset we
had made ten miles farther to the south, but no landmark as yet appeared
in sight--nothing to indicate the presence of water. We could see
nothing around us but the sterile plain stretching on all sides to the
horizon--not even a bush, or rock, or the form of a wild animal,
relieved the monotonous expanse. We were as much alone, as if we had
been in an open boat in the middle of the ocean!
"We began to grow alarmed, and to hesitate. Should we go back? No,
that would never do. Even had the prospect at the end of a backward
journey been more cheering, we felt uncertain whether we might be able
to reach the stream we had just left. We should surely reach water as
soon by keeping forward; and with this thought we travelled on through
all the livelong night.
"When morning came, I again surveyed the horizon, but could see no
object along its level line. I was riding gloomily alongside the poor
oxen, watching their laborious efforts, when a voice sounded in my ears.
It was that of Frank, who was standing in the fore part of the wagon,
looking out from under the tilt.
"`Papa! papa!' cried he, `look at the pretty white cloud!'
"I looked up at the boy, to see what he meant. I saw that he was
pointing to the south-east, and I turned my eyes in that direction. I
uttered an exclamation of joy, which startled my companions; for I saw
that what Frank had taken for a white cloud was the snowy cap of a
mountain! I might have seen it before, had my eyes been searching in
that quarter; but they were not, as I was examining the sky more towards
the south and west.
"Guided by no very extraordinary experience, I knew that where there was
snow there must be water; and, without another word, I directed Cudjo to
head his oxen for the mountain. It was out of the way we wanted to go;
but we thought not of that, for the saving of our lives had now come to
be the only question with us.
"The mountain was still twenty miles distant. We could have seen it
much farther off, but we had been travelling through the night. The
question was, would our oxen be able to reach it? They were already
tottering in their tracks. If they should break down, could we reach
it? Our water was all gone, and we were suffering from thirst as the
sun rose. A river, thought I, must run from the mountain, fed by the
melting of its snows. Perhaps we might come to this river before
arriving at the mountain-foot. But, no;--the plain evidently sloped
down from us to the mountain. Whatever stream ran from it must go the
other way. We should find no water before reaching the mountain--
perhaps, not then; and, tortured with these doubts, we pushed gloomily
forward.
"By noon the oxen began to give out. One of them fell dead, and we left
him. The other three could not go much farther. Every article that was
of no present use was thrown from the wagon to lighten it, and left
lying on the plain; but still the poor brutes were scarce able to drag
it along. We went at a snail's pace.
"A short rest might recruit the animals, but I could not bring myself to
halt again, as my heart was agonised by the cries of my suffering
children. Mary bore up nobly; so, too, did the boys. For myself, I
could not offer a word of consolation, for I knew that we were still ten
miles from the foot of the mountain. I thought of the possibility of
riding on ahead, and bringing back some water in the vessels; but I saw
that my horse could never stand it. He was even now unable to carry me,
and I was afoot, leading him. Cudjo also walked by the side of the
oxen. Another of these now gave up, and only two remained to drag the
vehicle.
"At this terrible moment several objects appeared before us on the
plain, that caused me to cry out with delight. They were dark-green
masses, of different sizes--the largest of them about the size of a bee
cap. They looked like a number of huge hedge hogs rolled up, and
presenting on all sides their thorny spikes. On seeing them, I dropped
my horse; and, drawing my knife, ran eagerly forward. My companions
thought I had gone mad, not understanding why I should have drawn my
knife on such harmless-looking objects, and not knowing what they were.
But I knew well what they were: I knew they were the _globe cacti_.
"In a moment's time I had peeled the spikelets from several of them; and
as the wondering party came up, and saw the dark-green succulent
vegetables, with the crystal water oozing out of their pores, they were
satisfied that I had not gone mad.
"In a short while, we had cut the huge spheroids into slices, which we
chewed with avidity. We set some of them also before the horse and
oxen, both of which devoured them greedily, sap, fibres, and all; while
the dogs lapped the cool liquid wherever they were cut.
"It is true, that this did not quench thirst, in the same way that a
drink of water would have done; but it greatly relieved us, and would,
perhaps, enable us to reach the mountain. We resolved to halt for a
short while, in order to rest the oxen. Unfortunately, the relief had
come too late for one of them. It had been his last stretch; and when
we were about to start again, we found that he had lain down and was
unable to rise. We saw that we must leave him; and, taking such harness
as we could find, we put the horse in his place, and moved onward. We
were in hopes of finding another little garden of cactus plants; but
none appeared, and we toiled on, suffering as before.
"When we had got within about five miles of the mountain-foot, the other
ox broke down, and fell--as we supposed--dead. We could take the wagon
no farther; but it was no time either to hesitate or halt: we must try
it afoot, or perish where we were.
"I loosed out the horse, and left him to his will--I saw he was no
longer able to carry any of us. I took an axe from the wagon--also a
tin-pot, and a piece of dry beef that still remained to us. Cudjo
shouldered the axe and little Mary; I carried the beef, the pot, Luisa,
and my rifle; while my wife, Frank, and Harry, each held something in
their hands. Thus burdened, we bade adieu to the wagon, and struck off
toward the mountain. The dogs followed; and the poor horse, not willing
to be left behind, came tottering after.
"There is not much more of that journey to be detailed. We toiled
through the five miles the best way we could. As we drew nearer to the
mountain, we could see deep dark ravines running down its sides, and in
the bottom of one we distinguished a silvery thread, which we knew was
the foam of water as it dashed over the rocks. The sight gave us new
energy, and in another hour we had reached the banks of a crystal
stream, and were offering thanks for our deliverance."