CHAPTER XII.

DANGEROUS COMPANY.

Behind us stood eight fellows, five of whom had muskets, and three

heavy bludgeons. They were apparently Spanish seafaring men; but

whether contrabandistas of the lowest class, a portion of a slaver's

crew, or merely drunken brawlers, we could not at first determine.

However, they soon made us aware that robbery was their object, and

that they were no way averse to a little homicide also, if we

interfered with their plans in the least.

Some had their coarse, but glossy and intensely black hair, confined

by nets or cauls; others had only Barcelona handkerchiefs round their

heads. The spots of blood upon these, together with several patches

and discolored eyes, showed us that these modern Iberians had been

fighting among themselves. Their attire, which consisted only of red

or blue shirts and dirty canvas trousers, was rather dilapidated; but

something of the picturesque was imparted to it by the sashes of

glaring red and yellow worsted which girt their waists, and in which

they had long knives stuck conspicuously.

By their bearing, their dark glaring eyes, their muscular figures,

their bare arms, chests, and feet, their bronzed, sallow, and ugly

visages,--and more than all, by their rags, which were redolent of

garlic and coarse tobacco, it was evident that we had fallen into

unpleasant society. Several had silver rings in their ears, and on

the bare chest of one, I saw a crucifix marked either with ink or

gunpowder.

These fellows had come from the inner or back part of the cavern,

where they had evidently been observing us for some time before they

so suddenly appeared.

"Acqu'ardiente," said one, approvingly, as he applied his fierce

hooked nose to my empty flask, and then placed it in his pocket. A

second snatched away my courier-bag, and a third appropriated my

telescope, which he stuck in his sash.

Taking up a stone which lay at hand, I was about to hurl it at the

head of the latter when the muzzle of a cocked musket pointed to my

breast, and the butt of another applied roughly to my back,

admonished me that discretion was the better part of valor.

"El page de escoba--ha, ha!" (the cabin boy), said one

contemptuously, as he examined my attire--a smart blue jacket, with

gilt anchor buttons, which Hislop had given me. My porte-monnaie,

which contained only a few shillings, and my gold watch, a present

given to me by my mother when I went to Eton, were soon taken from

me. As for poor Tom, he possessed only a brass tobacco-box, a short

black pipe, and one shilling and sixpence; yet he was speedily

deprived of them by one who seemed to be the leader of the gang.

"You rascally Jack Spaniard!" said Tom, shaking his clenched fist in

the robber's face, "if ever I haul alongside of you elsewhere, look

out for squalls!"

At this they all laughed; and seizing us by the arms, dragged us into

the back part of the cavern or fissure in the rocks, leaving one of

their number, armed with a musket, as sentinel, at the entrance,

where he lit a paper cigar, and stretching himself on the grassy

bank, placed his hands under his head, and proceeded leisurely to

smoke in the sunshine.

These proceedings filled us with great alarm; now that they had

robbed us of everything save our clothes, what could their object be?

One of them produced two pieces of rope, with which our hands were

tied. Dragged by some, and receiving severe blows and bruises from

the clenched hands and musket-butts of others--accompanied by the

imprecations and coarse laughter of all--we were conveyed through a

low-roofed grotto, or natural gallery in the rocks, the echoes of

which repeated their voices with a thousand reverberations.

The only light here was by the reflection of the sunshine at the

entrance, where the basalt was coated by a white substance, the

_débris_ of some old volcanic eruption; for _the slope_, up which we

had been ascending all the morning, formed a portion of the great

Peak. And now we became sensible of a strange sound and a strange

odor pervading all the place.

Through a rent in the rocky roof of the grotto there fell a clear

bright stream of sunlight, that revealed the terrors of the place

toward which our captors dragged us.

On one side there yawned a vast black fissure or chasm in the sombre

masses of glassy obsidian and red blocks of lava which composed the

floor of that horrid cavern; and from this fissure there ascended,

and doubtless still ascends at times, a hot sulphureous steam, which

rendered breathing difficult, and induced an inclination to sneeze.

From the depth of that hideous chasm, the profundity of which no

mortal eye could measure, and no human being could contemplate

without awe and terror, we heard a strange, buzzing sound, as if from

the bowels of the inner earth, far--heaven alone knew how far--down

below.

In fact, we were upon the verge of one of those natural spiracles

which the natives term "the Nostrils," or avenues through which the

hot vapors of that tremendous Piton ascend; and the buzzing sound

that made our hearts shrink, we scarcely knew why, was caused by some

volcanic throe at the bottom of the mountain, whose base is many a

mile below the waters of the sea.

This fissure was almost twelve feet broad, and across it there lay a

plank, forming a species of bridge.

Two of our captors crossed, and then ordered us to follow them.

I obeyed like one in a dream; but my heart was chilled by a terror so

deadly that I had no power or thought of resistance. My first fear

was that the plank might be trundled from under our feet, and that we

would be launched into the black abyss below; but such was not the

object of these Spaniards, as Tom and I were permitted to pass in

safety.

The remainder of the thieves followed, and we found ourselves in

another grotto, the roof of which was covered by stalactites, that

glittered like gothic pendants of alabaster in the light that fell

from the upper fissure, which formed a natural window, and through it

we could see the thin white steam ascending and curling in the

sunshine.

Now, supposing that they had us in perfect security, our captors

proceeded to hold a consultation as to what they should do with us;

and imagining that we were both ignorant of their language, or what

is more probable, caring little whether we knew it or not, they

canvassed the most terrible resolutions with perfect coolness and

freedom of speech.

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