A RAFT--FATE OF MAOMO--THE ISLAND--A STRANGE APPARITION--A HIPPOPOTAMUS
HUNT--THE BEAUTIFUL STRANGER--NICK AGAIN--THE HIPPOPOTAMUS TRAP.
"Well, we are here," said Frank, an hour or so afterwards as they still
lay on the grassy bank of the stream, enjoying alike the rest to their
limbs, and the delicious coolness of the river breeze. "We are here,
thanks to you, Kobo, for the same. But how we are to get across beats
me altogether. This is not a narrow channel over which you could drop a
tree; and if it had been, the cliffs opposite are two or three hundred
feet high, and go down straight into the water. It is too deep to ford,
and too rapid to swim, even if there was a landing-place on the other
side, which there is not."
"No want to cross river," answered the Bechuana, briefly.
"Not want to cross it, Kobo?" asked Warley, "why I thought you said this
was the point to which Chuma might pursue us, but he dare not go beyond
it."
"So I did. See now; give me the axe."
He got up as he spoke, and began lopping off the boughs of a large
willow, which grew at no great distance from the spot where they had
been resting, choosing those which were about six inches in diameter.
When he had collected a sufficient number of them, he reduced them all
to an uniform length of some ten feet, and laid them on the ground side
by side. He then tore down a number of parasitical creepers, which were
almost as tough and pliant as so many cords, and began binding the logs
together by their means.
"What are you making, Kobo?" inquired Nick, after contemplating his
proceeding for some minutes with much interest. "Make raft, cover it
with reeds, and launch it on river. It carry us to island yonder." He
pointed as he spoke to a group of trees, growing apparently in the
middle of the river's channel, at the distance of perhaps a mile.
"There we rest, find plenty of food, fruit, and fish too. Then I go to
look for Basuto people, and tell them 'bout white men."
"Cover the raft with reeds? Hadn't we better go and cut some, then?"
suggested Warley; "or, rather, hadn't. Nick and Frank better go and
gather them, while I help you to tie the logs."
"Very good. They two take axe, one cut reeds, other bring them in
armfuls."
Mr De Walden did not awake from the sleep into which he had fallen
immediately on reaching the bank, until the raft was nearly completed.
He understood at once the purpose for which it was constructed. "It
will bear us safely enough, no doubt," he said, "and we shall find
abundance of food on the island; but will not the Bechuanas suspect the
place of our retreat, and follow us?"
"Bechuanas not venture on Yellow River," said Kobo; "besides, if they
make raft, we shoot them from island, as easy as so many sheep. Kobo
kill them all with bow and arrow--say nothing of guns."
"That is true," said De Walden; "and besides we could use our own raft
to escape to the opposite shore before they came up. Well, we had
better push the raft into the stream, hadn't we? It seems to be
finished; and there is no wisdom in staying here longer than can be
helped."
Kobo assented, and Frank coming up at that moment with his last heap of
reeds, the four, by their united exertions, launched their handiwork,
which was found to float very well. The guns, with the rest of the
baggage, were then put on board; some long poles selected to serve as
paddles, or puntpoles, as occasion might require; and the adventurers
prepared to commence their voyage as soon as Nick joined them.
This he did almost immediately afterwards, but in breathless haste and
alarm.
"Get on to the raft and push off," he cried, as soon as he was able to
command his voice. "The Bechuanas are after us, with that scoundrel
Maomo at their head."
He was obeyed with the utmost promptitude. In two minutes they had
pushed from the shore and were beginning to catch the current, when the
truth of Gilbert's words was proved by a headlong rush of Bechuanas to
the riverside, made in the hope of arresting the progress of the raft.
They darted their assegais after the travellers, and cast long lassoes
of leather; some of them even rushed into the water, trying to seize the
logs with their hands.
"Stoop down!" shouted Kobo; "they shoot arrows." All five threw
themselves on their faces among the reeds, just in time to allow a
flight of arrows to pass over them and bespatter the surface of the
river beyond.
"Ah, you catch that," cried Kobo, as he drew his bowstring in answer,
and saw his arrow quivering in the neck of the rainmaker. "You no cure
that, Maomo--you clever doctor, but no cure that! Him dead," he
continued, complacently addressing his companions, "him dead in half an
hour. Poison quite fresh and good!"
"Unhappy wretch!" exclaimed the missionary, as he watched the Bechuanas
gather in dismay round their fallen prophet. "I have no doubt you speak
the truth, Kobo; and the impostor drew his fate upon himself. But it is
a fearful ending! When will the light of God's truth shine in this
benighted land?"
"Yes, Kobo speak truth," said the guide, answering the only part of De
Walden's speech which he understood. "Kobo speak truth--Maomo dead for
certain--he suffer bad pain too. Ah, they carry him away. No trouble
us more."
The raft was by this time in the central channel of the river, sweeping
rapidly down towards the island. In about half an hour this was
reached; and Kobo steering it towards a spot where several willows
stretched out into the stream, contrived to lodge it securely between
two of them. The party then landed, and carried all their goods on
shore; after which Kobo directed them to haul the raft also on to the
bank, and hide it carefully among the long grass and rushes.
"People no come that way," he said, pointing down the river; "large deep
falls, and no come from that bank--rocks too steep and high. But may
come from other bank, or same way as we, from further down. Sometimes
Basutos hunt `'potmus,' as white man call him."
"Hippopotamuses!" exclaimed Frank. "Are there any of them hereabouts?"
"Plenty 'potmus. All along that bank--wonder we not see them. All
among canes there--feed at night mostly--come out by and by."
The raft was by this time hidden away, and the boys, under Kobo's
guidance, proceeded to explore the island, which was perhaps two hundred
feet in length, by thirty in width. It was covered with a rich growth
of mossy grass, interspersed with flowers of every variety of colour,
and of the rarest fragrance. Wild geraniums, jessamines, arums, lilies
scarlet and blue and purple, spread like a gorgeous carpet underfoot.
Overhead pear trees, pomegranates, and wild plums, figs, quinces, and
bananas, were intermingled with the foliage of the cypress, the gum, the
willow, and a hundred others. Kobo might well say there was plenty of
food to be obtained in the island, which seemed to them to be like an
enchanted garden. They were delighted with the prospect of remaining
there some days to rest and refresh themselves, while Kobo went on his
errand. They soon chose the spot where they meant to fix their
headquarters. Just about the middle of the islet, three large fig trees
and a date grew so near to one another, that their interlacing boughs
formed a roof impenetrable alike to sun or storm. The undergrowth of
shrubs between the boles was soon cleared away by the help of the axe,
and left a sort of bower about twelve feet square, open only on one
side, and tapestried, as it were, with the loveliest flowers. Here they
piled together the heaps of reed from the raft, which the sun had
already dried, to make their beds, and here they sat down, an hour or
two after their arrival, to enjoy the luxury of an abundant repast, and
a long night of unbroken rest after it.
On the following morning, Kobo, having constructed for himself a much
smaller raft, consisting simply of bundles of reed laid crosswise over
one another, took himself off to the opposite bank, which, as he had
told them, belonged to the Basutos. Here, having drawn the reeds
ashore, he waved his hand to the English travellers, and then vanished
among the shrubs. Left to their own devices, De Walden and Ernest
withdrew to their arbour, to continue a conversation deeply interesting
to them both, which they had begun on the previous evening; while Frank
and Nick, having contrived to manufacture some extempore fishing-lines,
betook themselves to a point where a shelf of stone, immediately on the
water's edge, offered them a pleasant seat, and began fishing.
They had better success than they had expected, considering the rudeness
of their tackle, and their utter ignorance as to the proper bait to be
used. Half a dozen tolerable-sized fish, mostly eels and barbel, soon
lay lifeless on the turf at their side, and they were still pursuing
their sport with unabated eagerness, when they were startled by a loud
splashing and snorting at no great distance from them. They leaped up,
for a moment apprehending that the Bechuanas were in pursuit of them,
notwithstanding Kobo's assurances that there was no fear of such a
_contretemps_, and hurried to the southern extremity of the islet, where
the noise was audible. Several dark shapeless objects, ten or twelve
feet long, were to be seen floating apparently on the water; but whether
they were fragments of wood, or the carcasses of drowned oxen, or living
animals, it was impossible at first to determine. Presently, however,
one of the floating masses disappeared beneath the waters, and anon rose
again, with a loud grunting noise which could not be mistaken.
"They are the hippopotamuses Kobo told us of," said Nick. "It is very
odd, but I had forgotten all about them."
"Hush!" answered Frank, "they are coming this way, I think; and if so,
we shall get a clear view of them. I want to see one above all things.
I've seen a picture of one, but that gives no real idea."
"Yes, they are coming this way, certainly," remarked Gilbert, a few
minutes afterwards; "but how slowly and leisurely they move. I should
think we might get a shot at one presently, if we keep quite quiet.
Luckily, it is plain that they have not seen us, or they wouldn't come
this way."
As he spoke, Frank laid his hand on his arm, and pointed silently
towards a projecting point of the river bank, about two hundred yards
off. The head of a canoe, formed out of the trunk of a tree apparently,
and holding two persons, had just come in sight. It was followed
closely by another of the same description, a good deal larger, and at
some distance by several reed rafts, nearly as big as that which had
conveyed them to the island on the previous day. The boys drew
instantly back into the leafy covert, again fancying that the Bechuanas
were on their track. A very short examination of the new-comers,
however, satisfied them that this was not the case. Not only was their
dress different in several particulars from that of the Kaffirs, but the
weapons with which they were armed showed plainly that they had not come
out for the purpose of apprehending runaways, but of hunting some
animals--no doubt, indeed, the hippopotamus; for the weapons they
carried were not used in the chase of any other animal But what rendered
it absolutely certain that they could not belong to their late pursuers,
was the presence, in the stern of the largest canoe, of a woman--
evidently a personage of rank and importance. The boys looked at her,
as the boats slowly approached the islet, with great surprise and
curiosity. Her costume showed that she belonged to the same nation as
the others, and her whole bearing and demeanour was that of a person
familiarised by long habit with the scene and employment in which she
was engaged But if it had not been for these circumstances, the boys
would certainly have supposed that she was not a native of South Africa
at all. Her complexion, though somewhat darker than that of an
Englishwoman, was many shades lighter than that of her companions; her
hair and eyes were totally unlike theirs. Her movements, easy and
graceful as those of savages generally are, nevertheless exhibited an
indefinable refinement, which was most perplexing to the spectators.
Their attention, however, was soon directed to other matters. All
unconscious of the vicinity of strangers, the occupants of the boats and
rafts glided noiselessly by the island, until they had reached the
hippopotamuses, which were still lazily floating in the yellow waters;
for the river, it may be observed in passing, well deserved its name.
The huge animals scarcely seemed to notice the presence of the voyagers,
whom they allowed to come close to them, without manifesting any
symptoms of alarm.
By and by the canoe, in which the female already described was seated,
had reached the spot where the largest of the bulky herd--fully twelve
feet in length, and the same in girth--was reclining! She rose from her
seat, lifting her figure to its full height, and then dexterously darted
the barbed lance she carried into the body of the monster. The instant
she had done so, she resumed her seat, and the rowers nimbly plying
their oars, shot off from the vortex caused by the writhings of the
wounded beast, and made for the shore. The girl bounded lightly on to
the bank as the canoe approached it, holding in her hand the line, which
was attached to the handle of the harpoon. She was followed instantly
by the rest of the crew, who, seizing the cord, held it fast with their
united strength to prevent the escape of the hippopotamus.
The latter had no sooner felt the wound than he dived, and commenced
swimming under water, in the hope of ridding himself in that manner of
his pursuers. But the barbed point held fast, and his struggles only
increased the acuteness of his sufferings. He was soon obliged to rise
again to the surface for air, and his reappearance was the signal of a
recommencement of the attack. Fresh harpoons were continually lodged in
the quivering flesh; the yellow waters grew every moment redder with the
blood, which poured from countless wounds; until, at last, even his huge
strength was exhausted, and the hunters were able to draw the lifeless
carcass to the shore.
All this time the remainder of the herd had continued to paddle about,
or lie basking in the sun within a short distance of the spot where the
chase had been going on, wholly unconcerned, to all appearance, at what
was passing. The rowers now resumed their places, and the woman her
seat in the stern, and the same scene was enacted again; but this time
not with the same success. The harpoon was thrown with equal skill, and
firmly fixed in the animal's side; but before the boat could reach the
shore, which at this point of the river lay at a considerable distance,
it was attacked by the infuriated beast, which seemed more inclined to
revenge the wound he had received, than make his escape from further
injury. He swam straight towards the canoe, which he overtook before it
had gone many yards, and with a single blow from his formidable tusk,
completely shattered its bottom. It sank instantly, leaving its five
occupants to escape to the land as they best might. The monster glared
round him as if seeking for the easiest victim, and perceiving that the
female, who had been stationed in the bow, was the nearest to him, he
made straight at her with his huge jaws expanded to their full width,
and his deadly rows of teeth displayed. Observing his approach, she
dived, reappearing at the distance of a few yards, and swam swiftly for
the island, which was the nearest point of land. But the animal had
been on the look out for her, and made a second rush, as soon as her
head emerged from the water. She dived a second time, and rose nearer
to the islet; but her strength was evidently failing her, and the weight
of her clothes dragged her down. She struggled bravely, but could not
get away from her pursuer. In another minute the horrid jaws would, in
all likelihood, have cut her in twain, if a shot, fired opportunely at
this moment from the central clump of the eyot, had not pierced the
unwieldy brute behind the shoulder, and passed directly into the vitals.
With a loud snort of agony he turned over on his side, vomiting a
torrent of blood, which stained the dull yellow stream a still duller
crimson, and then floated helplessly down the current.
Warley, from whose rifle this unexpected deliverance had come, now
hurried down the bank to complete her rescue. His attention, and that
of De Walden, had been attracted to the noise on the river some time
previously, and, catching his rifle, which he had taken the precaution
of loading, Ernest hurried out to learn what was passing. When he first
caught sight of the scene, he was indisposed to interfere, thinking the
hunters able to effect their own escape, and unwilling to betray the
place where he and his friends had taken refuge; but as soon as the
peril of the female voyager became evident to him, he hesitated no
longer. The other two lads now came hastening up, and between them they
raised the woman, who was almost exhausted, from the water, and laid her
on the bank. The natives, who were astonished beyond measure at the
apparition of the white men, stood motionless on the further bank, or on
their rafts, not knowing what was about to happen next.
The Englishmen on their sides were scarcely less astonished. The reader
has already heard the surprise with which Frank and Gilbert had noticed
their female visitor; but they had only beheld her from a distance, and
had had a very cursory view of her face and figure. Now, however, they
had leisure to take a closer survey. She was apparently about eighteen
years old, tall and beautifully formed, and with a natural dignity of
demeanour which would have become a princess. Her skin was somewhat
darker than that of English ladies in ordinary, but, nevertheless, a
very becoming colour mantled in her cheeks. Her features were formed
after the finest type of Greek beauty--the shape of the face oval, the
nose straight and slightly _retrousse_, the forehead broad and low, the
eyebrows beautifully arched over orbs of the darkest hazel. Her hair,
to complete the picture, bore no likeness at all to that of her
attendants, but was glossy, long, and of a rich brown.
Her dress was almost as great an enigma as her face. It consisted of a
kind of petticoat, or rather short gown, made of antelope skin, and
edged with white fur, descending from her neck almost to her knees, and
covering the arms about half-way to the wrist. Her feet were protected
by sandals, the thongs of which were wound crosswise up her legs, and
secured by a leathern garter at the knees. Round her waist she wore a
girdle set with crimson beads and glittering stones. Her head had no
ornament, with the exception of some eagle's feathers fixed in the
coronet of dark brown hair which surmounted her forehead. Her
appearance, in fact, was neither that belonging to civilised nor to
savage life, but rather that of some high-born European lady, who had
assumed, for some masquerading purpose, the costume of the desert.
After resting for a few minutes on the sloping patch of turf where her
rescuers had placed her, she appeared to recover her strength and
self-possession, and to be anxious to bestow her thanks on the strangers
who had come so opportunely to her rescue, but was at a loss how to
express herself. Warley and the others felt equally embarrassed. At
last, after a long pause, the former called to the missionary, who had
remained behind in the arbour, too much occupied with the anxieties
which were pressing on him to take heed of what was passing outside.
"Will you be so good as to come here, Mr De Walden?" he cried. "Here
are some natives whom we cannot make understand us, but very likely they
may understand you."
A flash of intelligence passed over the girl's face as he spoke.
"I understand you myself," she said. "You are speaking English. Are
you Englishmen?"
Her accent and words were those of an English lady. Still more
bewildered, Warley answered--
"We are Englishmen, madam; and I need not say rejoiced to recognise a
countrywoman, as we cannot doubt you are. By what strange chance you
have been conveyed hither--"
"No," she interposed, "I am not an Englishwoman. I was born in this
land; but I am deeply interested in everything English. If it pleases
you to accompany me to our village, which is not very far distant from
this, my mother will be greatly pleased to welcome you as her guests."
The boys glanced at De Walden, who was standing by, regarding her
attentively. He now addressed her with much respect. "You are the
daughter, I presume," he said, "of the famous White Queen of the
Basutos, of whom I have heard so much. But I thought her dwelling was
considerably further to the east."
"Yes, I am the daughter of Queen Laura, or Lau-au, as our people call
her. My own name is Ella. You are right as to our ordinary place of
residence; but the cattle disease, which is raging in the east, has
obliged us for awhile to shift our dwelling. You, I conclude, are one
of the white teachers whom my mother ever holds in honour. She would
gladly have received you, even if I had not owed my life to your friend.
We will set out at once, if you please, as the evening is now
advancing."
She summoned her attendants, who had been watching this interview with
looks of much curiosity, and the party were soon conveyed to the
opposite shore. Then desiring them to cut off as much of the flesh of
the two slain hippopotamuses as could be conveniently carried with them,
she set off, with two of her visitors walking on either hand, at a brisk
pace, which an English lady would have found it difficult to maintain,
but which did not appear at all to inconvenience their fair conductress.
But the day's adventures were not yet concluded. After walking for a
mile or two, still along the banks of the river, Nick's restless spirit
seemed to grow weary of the monotony of the journey. He began to linger
by the wayside; now to pick a flower that attracted his fancy; now to
gather some of the fruit, of which there was plenty to be seen--figs and
bananas, and ripe dates--now to examine some brilliant insect, or to
chase some gorgeous butterfly. On these occasions he allowed the party
to get further and further in advance of him, until once or twice he was
in danger of being left alone in the bush, to find, as best he might,
the track pursued by his companions.
On one of these occasions, after he had succeeded with considerable
difficulty in plucking a delicious watermelon, which grew in a deep
hollow, surrounded on all sides by thorn bushes, he discovered to his
chagrin and alarm, that the rest of the party were by this time fairly
out of sight and hearing; and the dense mass of tangled shrubs and
creepers in front of him rendered it impossible to distinguish anything
at the distance of a hundred yards. He hurried on as fast as he could,
in the direction which he supposed them to have taken, looking carefully
round him for the marks of footsteps. But these were nowhere to be
distinguished. Indeed all trace of a path seemed to have disappeared.
A good deal alarmed, he stood still and shouted. Presently he heard a
halloo in answer, but in a direction different from that which he had
been pursuing. It evidently came from a considerable distance. Nick
felt there was no time to be lost, and hurried along with all the speed
he could command, though the long grass much impeded his progress. As
he turned the corner of a thick mass of shrubs, he saw a figure which he
recognised as that of De Walden advancing towards him, and holding up
his hand, urging him, as he supposed, to rejoin the party as quickly as
he could. He started accordingly at a run, but had not advanced many
yards when his foot caught against some obstacle which threw him forward
on his face. At the same moment there was a whirring noise, followed by
a loud crash, and some heavy object struck the ground within a yard of
him. Almost immediately afterwards he heard De Walden's voice.
"Another escape, Master Nick. I wonder how many more you mean to have
before you rejoin your friends. If you had as many lives as a cat, you
would lose them all at this rate."
Nick got up, rubbing the green mud from his elbows and knees, and
staring in wonder at the object the fall of which had so astonished him.
An examination of it did not tend to remove his perplexity. It was a
large heavy piece of wood, shaped evidently by the axe, so as to
resemble a rude arrow, but as thick as the mast of a large cutter. To
the end of this was attached an iron head of a corresponding size. It
had penetrated deep into the ground, and would have been sufficient to
shatter Nick's skull like an icicle if it had come in contact with it.
"Whatever can that be?" he exclaimed; "and how came it up there?"
"A hippopotamus trap," said the missionary; "and it is a good job that
it has not proved a man trap too. You must not leave your companions in
this wild country, Nick, or even your good luck won't keep you out of
trouble. I noticed the trap as we passed, and then perceived a minute
or two afterwards that you were not with us. It is fortunate I turned
back and called you. If you hadn't been running fast it might have
caught your head, or at all events your leg."
By this time they were rejoined by the rest of the party, and De Walden
proceeded to explain to the boys the curious construction of the machine
from which Nick had had so narrow an escape. It was common enough, he
told them, in the neighbourhood of the haunts of the hippopotamus. The
stem of a young tree, a foot or so in diameter, was cut off at the
length of about four feet. A strong and sharp iron head was fixed at
one end, and at the other an eye, to which a string was attached. This
rude shaft was then hung up to the branch of a large tree immediately
over the path by which the hippopotamuses were wont to go down to the
river. The string was passed over the branch, round a projecting root
at the bottom of the tree, and straight across the path, being
ultimately secured to a peg driven into the earth. This string came
into contact with the feet of the hippopotamus, which, in walking,
shambles along, scarcely raising its legs from the ground. The string
being in this manner broken, the heavy beam instantly falls, usually
striking the hippopotamus in the back, and penetrating the vitals. The
blow is almost always mortal. Even if the animal is not killed on the
spot, it is so badly wounded that it dies shortly afterwards.
Sometimes, to make assurance doubly sure, Mr De Walden told them, the
iron is steeped in poison.
"There didn't need that," said Nick, as he contemplated the barbed
point, as big as the fluke of an anchor, and sharp as an arrow. "The
iron head would have finished me off very handsomely, without troubling
the poison-makers. Well, I'll take care another time, as the children
say, and I can't do more. Let's be off now. I want to get to our
quarters for the night."