GORONGOZA.

"I think," said Hughes, as the two sat outside the small tent, pitched

by the side of the stream, the morning after their return from

Sofala,--"I think we had better remain here for a time."

"I agree with you; and as there is no one to say us No, let it be

decided in the affirmative. There are large quantities of wild ducks,

and our fellows are so expert in finding their eggs, that the great

change to men who have lived so long on nothing but venison must be

beneficial."

"We have plenty of fruit, too, and the ground-nuts are not to be

despised. These cool streams, which seem to take their rise in yonder

mountains, are another inducement. Our lines are at present cast in

pleasant places, and what lies beyond seems uncertain. Let us profit by

the present."

"I want to go over all our baggage, and put our fellows in light

marching order. To look at our little camp now, without waggon or

horses, without cattle, and our numbers so reduced, we seem to resemble

one of the parties so well painted by Cooper in his Indian tales. Who

are those fellows?"

A party of natives were seen approaching, among whom was the Matabele

chief. They were almost naked, but came on with a most assured air,

squatting down in a half circle before the tent, and employing all their

powers in staring stolidly at the strangers.

"Here, Luji," shouted Hughes, who was carefully loading his rifle, "just

see what these fellows want, will you?"

"Want calico, master," said Luji, after a great amount of talk, "give

gold."

The Macomb, for such they were, produced from their waist-belts quills

closed at each end, which contained gold. Some of the grains were of

large size, and one of the natives showed a small lump of the yellow

metal. It was quite evident that they knew where to procure it.

"Does not all this go to prove my theory, Hughes; and are we not

approaching a gold country?"

"Tell them we are not traders, Luji. That we have not any calico; but

ask if there is any large game about."

The scantily-dressed natives squatted on, looking fixedly at the

Europeans, and evidently not believing the assertion. At length one of

their number, touching a large piece of canvas, which had been thrown on

one side after fashioning the small tent, spoke volubly, often pointing

to the mountain. "The Macomb show master caracal for this," said Luji,

laughing.

"What's a caracal, Wyzinski?" asked Hughes. "Oh, these people call the

leopard by that name; but the real caracal is the lynx or wild cat,"

answered the missionary.

"Ask him where his caracal is, Luji?" said Hughes. The native pointed

to a ledge of rock, high up the mountain-side.

"Well, tell him he shall have it, Luji, if he shows me the leopard.

I'll leave you to the baggage department, Wyzinski, and see whether I

can get the caracal's skin. Take the canvas, Luji, and come along.

Tell him you will give it him if I get a shot at the leopard."

Shouldering his rifle, Hughes moved on, beckoning to the native and Luji

to follow him. The former rose and obeyed, while his comrades remained

squatted before the tent, steadfastly gazing at Wyzinski, their eyes

following his every movement, and so they remained stolidly staring for

hours, before they took their departure.

Wending his way among the men, who were busily employed plucking wild

ducks, and preparing them for the mid-day dinner, pounding up the manioc

flour to make cakes, or looking to the fires, Hughes took his way

towards the mountain, the native guide and Luji following. Hardly had

they left the outskirts of the camp, when the monkey came bounding after

them.

"Let him alone, Luji; you can't drive him away," said Hughes, as with a

leap the mischievous brute ensconced himself on the man's shoulders, the

Macombe looking at the scene in great astonishment.

Toiling up the face of the hill-side, they reached at last the ledge of

rock. It would have been very hazardous to face the leopard with so

small a footing; besides, the animal, of course, had a refuge there.

Making a wide circuit, the party, accompanied by the monkey, gained a

height immediately above the ledge. Posting Luji at a spot where he

judged he might prove useful in case the leopard bolted and the

Hottentot did not, Captain Hughes, lying flat on his face, leaned over

the edge of the precipitous rock, and looked down on to the ledge. It

was a very awkward position, and when far enough over to enable the

hunter to fire, he found himself nearly overbalanced.

The ledge was empty, but after watching for an hour, and when nearly

wearied out, the leopard at last came out of his cave, and began walking

up and down the narrow space.

Just as the animal, in one of his turns, arrived under him, the hunter

fired. The ball struck obliquely, where the spine joins with the head,

and, slanting off, lodged in the brain, death being instantaneous, but

the hunter was nearly overbalanced. Just as he struggled to his knees,

the baboon, with a tremendous spring, lighted right on his shoulders.

The sudden shock destroyed the balance, and clutching at the bushes,

which gave way slowly, one by one, Hughes went over the precipice.

They luckily saved him, but, bruised and shaken, he fell on the ledge,

close to the dead leopard, the lock of the rifle being broken in the

fall. Looking up, he saw the monkey, peering over, and grimacing, for

so nimble was it, that it had not shared the fall. Shaking his fist, in

return for which he received a shower of stones and dirt, Hughes moved

cautiously along the ledge. The leopard was quite dead. A cave lay a

little further on, and as he entered it, he was almost driven back by

the close smell of decaying flesh. It was heaped with bones, and

remains of deer, and must have been used for many years.

The leopard was a male, and the female might be near. Advancing

cautiously, his rifle, only one barrel of which was available, in his

hand, Hughes was astonished by the great extent of the cavern. To the

right, it soon became black as night, and the sound of falling water was

to be heard. This might explain the extreme coldness and clearness of

the streams of Gorongoza, for doubtless they took their rise in the

heart of these mountains, flowing perhaps for miles in darkness among

the caverns. The roof was covered with beautiful white stalactites, but

the eye could not penetrate the thick darkness in this direction. To

the left a kind of corridor led towards an opening giving on the

mountain-side, and towards this Hughes turned, glad to get away from the

fetid exhalations of the cavern. Two hedgehogs were travelling in the

same direction, the quills of which were very curious, being differently

coloured, some white, others black, and some brown, the body, where it

could be seen, entirely black. The animals rolled themselves up

securely, looking just like parti-coloured balls. Emerging into

daylight, and stepping from ledge to ledge, Hughes gained the

mountain-side, hearing from time to time Luji's shouts, as the man

searched for him, then crossing a deep cut, he gained another spur of

the Nyamonga range, higher far than the hill of Gorongoza.

Shading his eyes with his hand, Captain Hughes paused breathless on the

mountain-height. The whole country lay spread like a map before him.

Far away to the east lay the face of a friend, for the blue line of the

ocean was distinctly visible. The mountain range on which he stood ran

nearly north and south, while the beautifully wooded plain, across which

the party had travelled, was mapped out before his gaze, with Quissanga,

Madanda, and the country of the Batonga plainly visible, the rivers

looking like silvery threads, and the vast forests like inky spots, on

the sunlit plain. To the north, stretched at the foot of the mountains,

lay the plains they were yet to traverse, the unknown land of promise.

It looked one dense forest, broken at rare intervals with open, and

intersected by two rivers, one appearing a considerable sheet of water,

while in the far distance, a range of lofty mountains loomed, dim, blue,

and ghostlike in their outline.

A deep interest attached itself to the scene, for between him and those

mountains the Zambesi must run, and somewhere among the forests must lie

the ruined cities of Zulu land, if indeed they existed at all, save in

the excited imagination of the missionary. An hour had gone by and

still Hughes stood gazing over the scene, when a shout came ringing up

the hill-side, and soon a dark speck was seen jumping from ledge to

ledge. Recognising his comrade, Hughes answered the cry.

"I was anxious about you," said Wyzinski, as he stood breathless and

panting on the summit. "The whole camp is out in search of you; Luji

brought in a report that you had pitched over the cliff."

"And so I did, thanks to his demon of a monkey."

"Yes; we found the dead leopard, and when searching, I thought I saw

something like a human outline on the mountain."

"Now, Wyzinski," asked his comrade, as he leaned on his rifle, "where

runs the Zambesi? for I suppose it is between us and yonder mountains."

"Follow the coast-line," returned the other. "There lies Sofala, and

some forty or fifty miles more to the north the Zambesi must empty

itself into the sea at Quillimane."

"Livingstone came as far south as that, and as far north from the Cape

as the Limpopo."

"He did: but instead of travelling further north as we have done, he

turned to the westward, visiting the Bechuanas and Mozelkatse's country;

but see, what on earth can that be?"

The missionary pointed to a kind of cairn on the mountain-side. Beside

it lay six slabs of stone, and that they were the work of the white man

was evident. Cracked, blackened, and defaced, there was no mistake, the

stones were worked into flat slabs, but whose were the hands that

fashioned them?

"There seems to be an inscription," said Wyzinski, as he stooped over

them. "I feel deep marks in the stone, but the earth has given way

beneath them, and creeping plants have grown over them. All these three

are cracked and broken."

"Here are three out of the six in a better state," said Hughes. "We can

cut away the undergrowth."

"If we can get at one only that will be sufficient," said Wyzinski,

eagerly, as the two cut away at the masses of weed with their knives.

"Should there be any inscription, we may gain some knowledge to guide

our future course."

It took a long time and much labour to clear away the undergrowth, and

then but to meet with disappointment.

"The different wandering tribes who have camped here have used the slabs

as fire-places," observed Wyzinski, sighing. "We must have water, and

how can we get it here."

"Oh, easily," replied Hughes, whose experience of Indian life came to

his aid. "With a buffalo hide we can make a bag which will hold water,

and can be carried on a man's back. We call them bheasties in Madras."

"The black grime and the dirt of ages seems encrusted on the slabs of

Gorongoza," remarked the missionary. "I can feel that there is an

inscription, but I can't make it out. The dirt has become like stone,

and will want long softening, before we can scoop it out."

"It seems to me, as far as fingers can tell, that the cuttings are of

European form. This would go against your theory, Wyzinski."

"We will see that to-morrow," was the reply, as rising and shutting

their knives the two took their way down to the plain, speculating

moodily on the probable history of the slabs of Gorongoza.

The night set in wild and stormy, the thunder echoing among the

mountains, and the rain falling in torrents, but when morning dawned,

waking up the wild ducks among the long reeds, and bringing them out on

the clear waters of the Golden River, rousing up the parrots and the

monkeys in the neighbouring groves, and hushing the cries of the jackals

on the plains, the air was cool and pleasant.

Clothes hung on the branches near, drying in the sunshine; rifles and

guns were being cleaned, the fires were lighted, and the never ceasing

process of cooking was going on. Luji and one of the Kaffirs were

drawing the sides of a buffalo hide together by means of a string, so as

to carry water, working under Hughes's direction. The missionary was

busy with a small tool-chest, carefully selecting the objects which

would aid in the proposed search. The leopard's skin, stretched on two

sticks, was drying in the morning sunshine, and the baboon dodging here

and there, doing all the mischief possible, and stealing everything it

could lay its hands upon.

Seizing on a wild duck, just ready for the fire, the incorrigible ape

bounded off with it, pursued by one of the Kaffirs. The monkey gained

the neighbouring grove, and plunged in, followed by its pursuer. The

next moment the animal dashed back, having dropped the bird, evidently

terribly alarmed, and chattering its teeth, took refuge with Luji.

"There is something in the bush, Luji," said Hughes, snatching up his

rifle. "Wyzinski, look out, there is something wrong yonder."

The Kaffir, who had pursued the ape, had halted, and was staring fixedly

in the direction of the wood.

"There's the solution of the mystery," returned the missionary, calmly,

continuing his work as though nothing had happened, while one by one in

Indian file, some fifty men, fully armed, and evidently belonging to a

tribe not yet met with, stepped out of the wood and advanced towards the

little camp. Halting about thirty paces distant, the party squatted on

the ground, holding their long assegais in their hands, and having their

shields in readiness apparently for attack.

"Do you observe," remarked the missionary, raising his head from his

work, "those men have none of the length of limb of the Zulu race, but

are, on the contrary, small of stature and villainously ugly? There is

the chief advancing towards us."

"Well, he is certainly a curious object," replied the soldier, leaning

on his rifle. "I never saw a man with so low a forehead, so prominent

cheek-bones, or so flat a nose. For all covering a piece of hide round

the loins, and what on earth has he on his face? They look like button

mushrooms growing out of the flesh. Pah! it's enough to make one sick."

Low of stature, very black, and having the peculiarities named by

Hughes, the chief's natural ugliness was greatly heightened by a row of

gold buttons, let into the flesh, from the point of the nose to the

roots of the hair.

With a firm step and upright bearing, this hideous object advanced into

the camp. Masheesh joined the group, and while the dusky braves, with

their assegais and shields, remained calmly looking on, a long parley

took place before the tent.

The chief of this man's tribe had his kraal near Manica, and was a

dependant of the great Machin himself, a rival of Mozelkatse. To him

the Arab, Achmet Ben Arif, had sent a runner, telling of what bad passed

at Sofala, and also of the travellers' objects in thus seeking the

interior. The chief invited the whole party to his kraal at Busi, and

under the circumstances, with fifty lance-heads glittering in the

sunshine, to enforce the proffered hospitality, it was difficult to say

No.

"The direction, too," said the missionary, "is exactly that we wish to

take; and if even we could help ourselves, which we can't, it will be

better to go."

"Then we must leave the mysterious slabs on the top of yonder mountain,

with their tales untold."

"Our first object," replied the missionary, "is to discover the ruined

cities of Zulu land; we can return any time to Gorongoza; and who so

likely to aid our search as this chief of Manica."

"If he is anything like his envoy, I don't care much to see him, for a

more villainous lot I never met."

"Tell him we will break ground at daylight to-morrow, Matabele," said

Wyzinski, and the interview ended. The armed men lounged lazily about

the camp, the baggage was put in order, the slabs of Gorongoza were left

behind, and the next day, having followed a northerly direction, with

some westing in it, the Mahongo river was passed. With so strong a

party it was easy to drive the antelope, so hartebeest and eland meat

was plentiful in the camp. The route sometimes led through thick

forests, which the travellers would have had some difficulty in

threading unguided, and it was only on the tenth day after quitting

Gorongoza the party reached the kraal, to find the chief absent, having

been called to Manica on a great hunting expedition. Wyzinski wished to

proceed to Manica, but they found themselves virtually prisoners though

their arms were left, and a hut was assigned to the white men, Luji

remaining with them. The baboon gradually gained a great reputation,

and the Hottentot was looked upon as the "charmer" of the party, a

reputation which pleased his childish nature, and which he added to by

teaching the monkey all kind of tricks, and never moving about without

it. He was in consequence regarded with some awe, and the baboon,

supposed also to possess the secret of "charms," was always respected.

The place itself was curious enough. Three conical hills rose in the

plain, the top of one of them being as it were shaved off, most probably

by the action of time. This flat and rather inaccessible ground was the

residence of the chief, and here too was the usual stockade, where the

councils of the tribe were held. At the foot of this hill lay the huts

of the kraal, one of which, detached from the rest, was given to the

white men. In form it resembled exactly the dome-shaped tent of a

subaltern in India, a pole also running up the centre, the whole being

made of wood, covered with bark, and having, instead of a door, a small

opening constructed like a narrow passage. Skins served as a bed, and

the furniture consisted of a large earthen vase made to contain the

maize or manioc flour; the cowrie baskets and knapsacks having also been

deposited inside. A large tree overshadowed the bark hut, and under it

the greater part of the day was spent, and all cooking was carried on,

the natives themselves evidently living almost wholly in the open air,

and only retiring to their huts during bad weather. The women of this

tribe were fully as repulsive as the men, and they too wore the curious

buttons, sometimes of brass, sometimes of copper, but always in rows as

high as the cheek bone, and occasionally one or two in the chin, the

buttons being let into the flesh when young, and thus grown in. One

strange peculiarity which struck the Europeans forcibly was that among

the women, a slit was made in the skin on each side the hip. The

youngest child is carried on the parent's back, and this slit serves it

as a stirrup, so that with one arm round the mother's neck, the child is

carried easily and safely, the mother having the free use of her hands.

This is the more necessary, as much of the labour is done by the women,

the maize or manioc being all ground up by them, the instruments used

and the mode of using them being exactly that shown forth in the old

Egyptian symbolical sculpture. Among the males the Jewish custom of

circumcision prevailed, and these were two points which struck Wyzinski

particularly. The tribe was not indigenous, but under the control of

Machin, chief of Manica, and was made up of a mixed race, being partly

of the blood of the Makoapa, who owned Knobneusen as their chief, partly

of that of a fierce and treacherous race called Banyai.

This native kraal of Busi is pleasantly situated. To the northward, far

away in the distance, a lofty hill called "Morumbala," near whose base

flows the "Zambesi," while to the southward the mountains of Nyamonga

and Gorongoza stretch away into the horizon. Thick forests of trees,

many of them of tropical growth, sweep around, while the plains are rich

in luxuriant vegetation. The cedar, the ebony palmyra, mohonono,

mashuka, acacia, mashanga, and the dwarf custard-apple, grow abundantly,

while a bright red bean, called the mosika, together with maize, is much

cultivated. Iron is found and worked on the hill-sides, after a very

homely fashion, while coal actually crops up out of the ground, and is

picked out by the women, who use only a hoe.

The copper and brass ornaments are procured, in the way of trade, from

the Portuguese of the Zambesi; but gold is plentiful and its value

known, the women washing it out of the ground in quantities, sometimes

even finding it in pure nuggets. All this seemed strongly to confirm

the missionary's firm belief that in this neighbourhood was once found

and exported gold, cedar, and other riches. Elephants were numerous in

the forests, and the ivory was sold to the Portuguese. It was to a

grand elephant hunt the head of the tribe had been called, and, with the

exception of the brave and his escort of fifty warriors who had

accompanied the white men, none but the women remained in the kraal.

A week passed by, and at its expiration the shouts of the men, and the

shrill screams of the women, heralded the return of the head warrior

Umhleswa, and told that the hunt had been a successful one.

Volume 1, Chapter X.