CHAPTER TWO.

ALLIGATOR OR SHARK--A SHOOTING EXPEDITION--WE WITNESS THE DEATH OF A

SCOUT--MAKE OUR ESCAPE--PREPARATIONS FOR OUR VOYAGE UP THE RIVER--

NIGHT--AROUSED BY AN ATTACK ON THE FORT--INDIANS ENTER IT--ESCAPE TO THE

BOAT--FOLLOWED BY THE DOCTOR--VOYAGE ACROSS THE LAKES--CAMP ON THE SHORE

OF THE LAKE--THE DOCTOR SHOOTS AN ALLIGATOR--PURSUED BY INDIANS--ENTER

THE MAGDALENA--BEAUTIFUL SCENERY--MAGNIFICENT TREES--GAY FLOWERS--

GORGEOUS PLUMAGE OF BIRDS--THE DOCTOR CATCHES AN ALLIGATOR--VOYAGE

CONTINUED--MOUNTAINS IN SIGHT--A TEMPEST AT NIGHT--END OF VOYAGE--WE

PART WITH THE DOCTOR.

As soon as morning came I got up and sauntered out into the fort. The

sentries were at their posts, but no one else was astir. Both within

and without the fort a perfect silence reigned, broken only now and then

by the cries of water-fowl as they rose from the bank, or the screaming

of parrots as they flew out of the neighbouring forest, from whence also

proceeded the suppressed chattering of a tribe of monkeys.

I was on my way to the gate, intending to go to the landing-place and

take a bath, when a stranger approached me. He wore a large

broad-brimmed straw hat with a Republican cockade, a short tunic of blue

and white striped cotton, light blue trousers, jack-boots with immense

spurs; a long French dragoon sword with brass basket-hilt fastened to

his waist-belt was dangling at his side, while a powder-horn was slung

over his shoulders, and he carried in his hand an enormous old French

silver-mounted gun. His hair was light, and so would have been his

complexion, had it not been burned red by exposure to the hot sun of the

tropics. His beard was carefully trimmed to a point. I may further say

that he had prominent black eyes, an aquiline nose of considerable

dimensions, a mouth not very small, a long face with a sharp chin; while

I judged by his features that he was German. Such, I found, was the

case, when he addressed me, and introduced himself as Dr Rudolph

Stutterheim.

After wishing me good-morning, he inquired where I was going. I told

him.

"Then you will be gobbled up by either one alligator or one shark," he

replied; "for though the water is brackish, the alligators come down

here to pick up any morsels they can find, and the sharks come for the

same purpose."

I thanked him for his warning, but still felt rather doubtful if he was

right. To convince me, he procured two pieces of offal, which he

carried at the end of his stick, and accompanied me down to the

landing-place, a rough stone pier which projected into the lake. Taking

a piece, he jerked it some distance into the water, when in an instant a

huge pair of jaws with rows of sharp teeth rose above the surface and

snapped it up. He then took the other piece and threw it in an opposite

direction, when just as it reached the water another pair of jaws, the

lower part of silvery-whiteness, rose above the water, and the meat was

gone.

"You see, my young friend, you can have your choice," he said; "but I

don't think you will wish just now to bathe in this place."

I assured him I did not; and he having lighted a big meerschaum pipe

which he drew from his pocket, we returned to the fort. I inquired

whether he was the surgeon of the forces stationed there.

"Such an occupation would not suit my fancy," he answered, shrugging his

shoulders; "though, while I am here, I willingly cooper up those who

require my services. I am a traveller and naturalist, desirous of

seeing the country and the strange creatures it contains, and in search

of adventures, which I may perhaps some day narrate for the

enlightenment of the world."

I, of course, replied that I hoped he would do so, as I should like to

read the work of one who had rendered me so essential a service; and I

added that I felt deeply grateful to him, as he had certainly saved my

life by preventing me from venturing into the water.

"It was at no great cost to myself," he answered; "but I should have

grieved to see one so young swallowed by a saurian, and who is, at all

events, capable of becoming food for powder, if for nothing else--eh?

What do you say, my young friend?"

Somewhat uncertain whether or not the doctor was quizzing me, I replied

that I hoped I might some day become fit for a better fate than he

suggested.

"Yet such has been the lot of many a fine man with a head on his

shoulders, who has run it into a quarrel not his own," he observed. "I

know what war is--a horrible, detestable affair at the best. Take my

advice: Have nothing to do with it. Both parties now striving for the

mastery are savages. You will find that out before long--though do not

tell the commandant what I say, or he may chance to order me out to be

shot, as a traitor to the cause of liberty. Bah!--there is only liberty

where good laws exist, which all obey! Here, the only laws obeyed are

those administered at the point of the bayonet. But don't repeat this,"

he added, putting his finger to his lips and turning away.

After parting from the doctor, I returned to the house of the

commandant, whom, with my uncle, I found at breakfast. I at once made

inquiries about my friend of the morning.

"He is a wonderful man--a genius, a philosopher, a professor of

astrology, a magician," answered the commandant, shrugging his

shoulders. "More I cannot say; he is a wonder--a mystery; but he

understands the art of brewing punch to perfection, and that is

something in his favour."

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