On the summit above, all unconscious of this ghastly and incredible
tragedy taking place within a stone's throw of where they stood, I could
see Frank and the men from the gunboat, busying themselves quietly with
their eclipse arrangements, as if nothing more terrible than an ordinary
volcanic outburst were proceeding anywhere in their immediate
neighbourhood. The bright tropical moonlight revealed their forms and
faces to me almost as clearly as the noonday sun: I could even
distinguish the play of their features, and notice how Frank was
laughing and talking, with his usual good-humoured boyish merriment, to
the officers and sailors. The contrast was nothing short of appalling.
On one side, those easy-going sea-faring men, with their finished
instruments of modern science, calmly engaged in observing and noting
down the face of our distant satellite: on the other side, that group of
stern and sombre half-heathen Hawaiians, occupied in the horrible and
cruel rites of an effete and proscribed barbaric religion. Never, I
thought to myself, did civilization and savagery stand closer together,
cheek by jowl: never did the two extremes of human thought and human
sentiment come in nearer contact, all unconscious and heedless one of
the other. For neither party could see round the corner of jagged rock
that overhung and divided them; I alone, looking either way up and down
the crater, could take in both groups at a single glance--the scientific
observers and the wild heathen priests of that human sacrifice.
But how to attract the notice of the Englishmen! If only I could manage
to catch Frank's face! If only I could fling up my arms and sign to him
to come! But he _would_ not look! It was terrible! It was agonizing!
Suddenly, an inspiration seized me unawares. The heliograph to the
rescue! I might signal to him by the moonlight. One chance yet left! My
mirror! My mirror!
I felt for it in my pocket with trembling fingers. One moment of hope.
Then an abyss of despair. I had left it at home by the sofa at Kalaua's.
That chance was fruitless.
To have made my way back for it would have been of little avail. I could
not fail in that case to attract Kalaua's keen attention, as I hobbled
painfully in the broad moonlight up the zig-zag path: and to attract
attention under existing circumstances would probably mean all the
sooner to hasten poor trembling Kea's impending fate. I must think of
some other means of communicating with Frank. I must find some less
obtrusive and dangerous way of calling the sailors and officers to our
assistance.
How short a time still remained to us! I took out my watch and gazed at
it hopelessly.
In another burst of inspiration, then, I saw my way clear. A mirror! A
mirror! all ready to hand! I could signal still! I could call their
attention!
My watch was a gold one--a naval chronometer: the inside of the case was
burnished and bright. I held it up straight in the bright beams of the
moon, and as Frank's face turned for a moment in the direction where I
stood, or rather crouched under cover of the pinnacle, I flashed the
light full in his eyes from the reflecting surface. Thank heaven! Thank
heaven! he started and observed it. I signalled three rapid flashes for
attention. Frank flashed me back, yes, from his own pocket mirror. My
hands shook so that I could hardly hold the watch aright: but with
tremulous fingers I managed somehow to spell out the words, "Come quick.
Bring sailors. Steal cautiously round the dark corner. There's foul play
on. Kalaua means to make Kea leap into the crater as a bride to Pélé's
son at the moment of totality."
In a second, I saw that Frank and the officers had taken it all in in
its full ghastliness, and that, if time enough remained, Kea might yet
be saved from that awful death in the fiery abysses. Without one
moment's delay their men seized the horses, and leaving one or two,
officers alone to continue the observations, dashed wildly down the
ravine, and into the gloom of the gully.
Then, for a few minutes more, I lost sight of them entirely.
When they emerged again to view, on the Floor of the Strangers, they had
left their horses, and, headed by Frank in his white jacket, were
creeping cautiously, unperceived, under cover of the broken masses of
lava, round the sharp corner of the jutting platform. My heart bounded
as I saw them approach. There was still some chance, then, of saving
Kea!
Had she been my own sister I could not have felt the suspense more
awful.
As we gazed below we saw, to our dismay, that the lake of fire was still
tossing and rolling with wild wreathing billows, and that it had risen
visibly several feet in the last few minutes.
While we still looked, the moon's face began slowly to darken. The
eclipse had commenced. We had only a quarter of an hour yet to the
period of totality.
In a few short words, I explained to Frank and the sailors he had
brought with him the entire situation in all its gravity. I told them
all I had seen and heard; and their own eyes confirmed my report: for
there stood Kea full in view, round the corner of the pinnacle, beyond
the open chasm, in her white dress, with her hands clasped in
inarticulate prayer, and her pale face turned up appealingly towards the
cold moonlight. She had but a quarter of an hour left to live. Yet near
as we were to her, it would have taken us more than fifty minutes to
ride round the crater by the outer rim to the only practicable path on
the other side of the chasm.
"What are we to do?" I cried, in my horror, though in a low voice, for
it was necessary above all things not to arouse the Hawaiians' quick
attention.
"We must cross the chasm somehow," the eldest officer of the party
answered at once. "We can't let the poor girl be sacrificed before our
very eyes."
"If we only had a rope, and could once get it fastened on the other
side, we might sling ourselves across, hand over hand," Frank suggested
eagerly.
"We have rope, lots of it, on my saddle over yonder," the officer
answered. "But we can't get it fastened. If only the chasm were narrow
enough to leap! But it's quite impossible. No athlete on earth could
ever jump it."
"Stop!" Frank cried. "The bamboo! The bamboo!--I had a big bamboo down
here the other day, stirring up lava in a liquid pool in the small
craters. There it is--over yonder. I think with that--"
He said no more, but creeping over for the bamboo, crawled noiselessly
on with it to the edge of the chasm. We all followed him on our hands
and knees, skulking behind the pinnacles, and concealed from the
Hawaiians by the rough lava-masses. I seemed to forget my half-mended
leg in the excitement of the moment, and to crawl along as easily and as
quickly as any of them. On the very edge of the deep fissure, now
boiling below with liquid fire, Frank laid across the bamboo from cliff
to cliff, so that it hung, a frail bridge, across that yawning abyss of
sulphurous vapour. With great difficulty, he thrust it home on the far
side into a honey-combed mass of crumbling scoriae lava. "Now stand, you
fellows, on the end," he said, "to give it weight and keep me from
slipping. I'm the lightest of the lot: it'll bear me, I suppose, if
it'll bear anybody. I'm going to cross it, hand over hand, and take a
rope with me for you others to come over by. If it breaks, I shall fall
into the lava below. No matter: it's jolly white hot down there now;
it'd frizzle me up, if it came to the worst, before I could feel it."
The sailors brought all their weight to bear upon the loose end. I knelt
by myself, breathless with suspense, to see the result of this mad
experiment. The bamboo was frail and supple indeed: if it broke, as
Frank said, all would be up with him. But Frank was too brave to heed
much for that. He tied the rope round his waist in a running noose,
caught hold of the bamboo with both his hands, and swinging himself off
the edge with a quiet and gentle swaying motion, so as to lessen as far
as possible the strain of that slender bridge, hung one moment like a
gymnast, from a trapeze, suspended between the sky and the gulf of
liquid lava.
It was a terrible moment. All eager with excitement, we leaned over the
abyss, and watched him rapidly but quietly passing hand over hand across
that frightful chasm. As he reached the middle, the bamboo for one
indivisible second of time bent ominously down under his light weight.
Would it yield? Would it crack? If so, the next instant we should see
him falling, a lost life, into that hideous strait of liquid fire. For
half a throb of the heart, our agony of doubt and suspense was
unspeakable. Next instant, he had passed in safety the central point;
the weight was easier; the faithful bamboo curved slowly up again.
We breathed more freely. He had reached the far end; he was grasping the
cliff, the further cliff, in eager confidence, with that brave young
hand of his. The lava was loose; all bubbly with holes like a piece
of rotten pumice-stone. "Frank, Frank," I cried in a low voice, but
beside myself with terror, "take care how you trust it. The stuff's all
dry. It never can bear you. Don't try to grasp it!"
[Illustration: "THE BAMBOO BENT OMINOUSLY DOWN."]
"All right," Frank answered low, as he struggled on. "There's no
foothold anywhere near the edge. I must go in for a somersault. Thank
goodness that gymnasium work I used to hate so has done something for me
unexpectedly at last."
As he spoke, he vaulted with a light leap on his hands up the edge of
the precipice. The next thing we knew, he was standing, safe and sound,
with the rope round his waist, a living soul, on the further brink
beyond the chasm.
A sigh of relief burst simultaneously from all our lips. "Now, quick!"
the officer cried. "Not a moment to be lost! Swing yourselves over, men,
and make haste about it!"
Frank held the end of rope in both hands firmly, twisting it for greater
security twice round his body: and the slenderest of the sailors,
trusting himself the first to this safer bridge, crossed over the chasm
with the ease and rapidity due to long practice on the masts and
rigging. As soon as he had landed unhurt on the far side, he helped
Frank to hold the end of the rope; and one by one his five companions
and the officer last of all made good their passage in the self-same
manner. I alone was left to keep up touch and facilitate their return to
the hither side; for we felt we must probably fight for Kea. Our plan
was to seize her by main force, before the natives were aware, retire
with her to our horses, and ride down at all speed to the _Hornet_ at
Hilo.
"Now, look sharp: make a dash for it!" the officer said, in a muffled
voice. "Out into the open, and seize the girl at once! Never mind the
men. Carry her off in your arms before they know what's happening, and
back here again to the rope immediately."
I stood and watched on the further bank of that fiery strait. The moon's
light meanwhile had been growing each instant dimmer and dimmer. The
greater part of the orb was already obscured. The moment of totality
was rapidly approaching. Kea, warned by a word from her uncle, stood up
in her bridal dress and faced the awful flood of surging lava. Kalaua,
by her side, began once more to drone out in long notes his monotonous
chant. He flung a handful of taro, with a solemn incantation, into the
mouth of the volcano. "See, Pélé," he cried, "we bring thee thy
daughter-in-law. See, Maloka, we bring thee thy chosen bride. At the
stroke of midnight, at the appointed hour, thou hast put out the lamp in
heaven, the moon. This is thy signal: we mortals obey it. O humpbacked
favourite of Pélé the long-haired, the bride will go into the
bridegroom's chamber.--Maloka, hold up thy hands for thy handmaid! leap,
Kea, leap, into the arms of your husband!"
I looked and trembled. Kea stepped forward with marvellous courage.
Through the dim light of the ruddy volcanic fires I could see her draw
back her white veil from her face, and make as though she would meet
some lovers embraces. Then the last corner of the moon disappeared all
at once in darkness from my sight, and for half a moment, at that
critical point, I saw and heard nothing with distinctness or certainty.
Next instant, as if by magic, a weird red glare illumined the scene.
Great arms of fire lunged forth spasmodically from the open crater.
Maloka had leaped forward with his scorching hands, to claim his bride
in fiery wedlock. The eruption had at last begun in real earnest. Huge
volumes of flame darted up with commingled black smoke towards the vault
of heaven. A lurid light hung upon the massive clouds overhead. Stones
and ashes and cinders fell wildly around us. The crater had broken loose
in its fiercest might. The rivers of liquid fire were welling up all
round and bursting their bounds with majestic grandeur.
And in the midst of all, by the uncertain light of that deep red glare,
I could just see Frank and the friendly sailors bearing off Kea in her
bridal robe, half fainting, half unwilling, before the very eyes of the
astonished and amazed Hawaiians. Our party had rushed upon them from
behind, unawares, at the very first instant of total eclipse, and
seized her in their arms, in the act to jump, from the circling ring of
baffled natives.
Thank heaven, then, they had been in time; in time to save her from the
cruel volcano and the crueller superstition of her heathen ancestors.
"Back, now, back, to the chasm and your horses!" the officer cried in a
tune of command, at the top of his voice, as Kalaua and the natives,
recovering after a moment from their first shock of surprise, and
gathering together into an angry knot, began to show signs of attempting
an organized resistance. "Carry off the girl between you, there, at the
top of your speed. No time to lose! The lava's rising." He pointed his
revolver. "And if one of you heathen brown fellows come a single step
nearer," he added with a menace, "I'll put a bullet through his ugly
black head, as soon as look at him."
Kalaua leaped forward with a wild and almost inarticulate cry of rage
and disappointment. "Seize them, friends," he shrieked aloud in his
hoarse Hawaiian. "Kill them! Tear them to pieces! How dare they
interfere with the bridals of Maloka?" Bat even as he spoke, a river of
lava burst suddenly forth from the mouth of the seething crater, and
spread a broad stream of liquid fire between the infuriated natives and
the little band of Kea's gallant protectors.
"Run, run," Kalaua cried. "Down the other road! By the black rocks!
Intercept them at the gulley. Kill them! kill them! They're Pélé's
enemies! However you do it, kill them, kill them!"
The officer, unheeding their savage threats, stalked on to the chasm,
and pointed firmly but quietly to the rope that still spanned it. Kea,
dazed and frightened, yet graceful and light of limb as ever, clasping
it hard in her small fair hands, swung herself across to my side with
native ease, while the sailors held the ends of the cable on the bank
opposite. Then one by one the others followed swiftly in turn, with
admirable discipline, in spite of the shower of ashes, till only Frank
was left by himself beyond the deep abyss of boiling lava.
"How will he ever get over?" I cried, looking across at him in alarm and
terror.
"Oh, don't be afraid, old fellow!" Frank shouted back cheerily. "Leave
that to me! I'm as right as ninepence. Thank goodness, I can hang from a
rope like a monkey!" And with a hasty movement, he began to roll the end
of the cable tight around his waist and to tie it firmly in a slip-knot
to his sturdy shoulders.
How he could ever drop himself down so steep an abyss with flame below,
I had no notion. On the other hand, I knew he dared not trust the bamboo
again. It had bent already too severely with his weight, almost indeed
to the point of breaking; and half charred as it now was with the
constant heat ascending for ever from that subterranean furnace, it
would no doubt have snapped short in the middle by this time, if he had
been foolish enough to attempt crossing by its aid a second time over
the few yards of chasm that intervened to divide us.
Frank however had a device of his own. Planting his feet hard against
the edge of the precipice, he swung himself off like a monkey, with the
rope grasped hard in his two hands; and even as he fell, kicking off
from the side, he gripped it quickly hand over hand, till he brought
himself up with wonderful agility level with the opposite side where we
were all standing. Half a dozen stout arms were extended at once to pull
him safe to solid land; and in another moment we all stood secure, with
Kea in our midst, a recovered party, on the brink of the crater,
undeterred by anything more serious in its way than an ordinary everyday
volcanic outburst.
"Off to the horses!" the officer cried aloud; and before I knew what was
happening, two of the sailors had seized me in their arms, and were
hurrying me away at a break-neck pace up the steep zig-zag to the level
of the summit.
In the ravine, we came, sure enough, upon the horses, tethered and
guarded by a couple of sailors. "Mount," the officer cried with military
promptitude: and the men mounted, not exactly, I must confess, with the
ease or grace of cavalry orderlies. I mounted myself, too, with what
skill I could command, taking into consideration that broken leg of
mine; and giving the trusty little ponies their heads, we rode at full
speed in breathless haste, but in long Indian file down the narrow
bridle path to the base of the mountain.
I knew well the gully where the two roads joined, and where Kalaua had
threatened to meet us in hostile array with his proscribed band of
heathen followers. It was an ugly spot, with great overhanging rocks to
defend the pass, and if they got there first, I knew we should have to
fight them for possession of Kea. All depended now upon the swiftness
and sureness of foot of our ponies. To be sure, we were mounted, while
Kalaua and his party were all on foot; but then, most of us had been
greatly delayed by the necessity for recrossing the chasm on the rope
bridge in order to get at our path and our horses; and even apart from
this unavoidable stoppage, very few ponies, at the best of times, can
cover the ground faster than an unimpeded Hawaiian. Those fellows can
run like a deer or greyhound. I trembled for the result if they held the
rocks above the fort in full force. They could hurl down stones upon us
from the heights with infinite ease, crush us like locusts as we passed
beneath them: even fire-arms there would be useless against a party that
held the pass in any numbers.
[Illustration: "WE RODE AT FULL SPEED IN BREATHLESS HASTE."]
On, on, we rode, in fear and trembling. The volcano now was all in full
blast. Ashes and pumice stone kept falling around us. Smoke and steam
obscured our way. But the dangers of nature frightened us little in
comparison; what we dreaded most was the desperate onslaught of the
enraged Hawaiians.
As we drew near the fort however I breathed again more freely. Not a
sign of Kalaua was anywhere to be seen. We rode along, cautiously, under
the overhanging rocks. No Hawaiian showed his grim black head above or
below us. Then Kea, with a shriek, guessed in a moment exactly what had
happened. "The lava has overwhelmed them!" she cried, clasping her hands
together in girlish trepidation. "They are dead! They are dead! My
uncle! My people! Pélé will not be robbed of her victim at any rate. The
lava has burst forth in one great flood and swallowed them."
And indeed, when we reached a turn in the bridle path, and looked up the
ravine down whose rugged centre the other road descended tortuously, a
terrible sight met our astonished eyes. The summit of the mountain was
now one red and lurid mass of living fire. Through the gully along whose
course Kalaua and his followers had plunged in the first darkness of the
total eclipse to cut off our retreat, a vast river of red-hot lava was
pouring onward resistlessly in huge fiery cataracts. We could see the
fierce stream descending apace over ledges of rock like a flood of
molten metal poured forth from the smelting-bowl; we could see it
engulfing trees and shrubs and stumps and boulders in its plastic mass;
we could see it overwhelming the whole green ravine with one desolating
inundation of fire and ashes. "Quick, quick," I cried; "ride, ride for
your lives. You may think volcanoes are nothing much to be frightened
of; but, I tell you, a volcano in such a temper as that is not by any
means a thing to be trifled with. She's mad with rage. The stream's
coming down the valley straight for the fork; take at once to the ridge,
and ride on for your lives. Ride, ride across country, anyhow, to the
_Hornet_ at Hilo!"
"And me!" Kea cried, looking back at me appealingly, for she headed our
little hasty procession. "What's to become of me? Of me, who have
brought it all by my sin upon you! Of me, for whose sake Pélé is so
angry! Of me, who roused her wrath by stealing away her victim! Leave me
here to die! Kalaua is dead! My people are swallowed! I meant myself to
die in their place, but you wouldn't let me! Leave me here to perish! If
you don't leave me, Pélé in her anger will pursue you on your way to the
sea itself, to the foot of the mountain!"
"Ride on!" I answered. "Ride on to Hilo. Is this a time to make plans
for the future? We'll discuss all that, Kea, on the deck of the
_Hornet_."
That evening, on board the British gunboat, lighted up by the terrific
glare overhead, we had time to reflect what it all meant, and to feel
ourselves free to think and speak again.
"What will you do now, Kea?" I asked the poor girl, as she sat there,
trembling, in a small cabin chair, while the red flames still illumined
for miles and miles the summit and flanks of Mauna Loa. "Do you wish to
stop here in your own island?"
Kea looked up at me with a half terrified glance. "I wish," she said in
a low voice, "to be as far away from Pélé and Maloka as possible.....
Kalaua is dead. Pélé has devoured him..... I will leave my husband on my
wedding night. I will go home to my father's people."
"That is best so," I answered quietly. "Hawaii is no place for such as
you. I don't think Maloka will ever miss you. We will go on the _Hornet_
away to Honolulu. There you can take passage with Frank and me on the
next steamer for San Francisco, on your way home to dear, peaceful
England."
"Why," Frank exclaimed, with a look of immense surprise, "you don't mean
to say, Tom, you're going to turn your back upon a volcano--and in
actual eruption, too, into the bargain!"
"Bother volcanoes!" I answered testily. "One may have too much of a good
thing. I don't care if I never set eyes on another eruption as long as I
live. So that's flat for you."
"Nonsense!" Frank promptly replied with spirit, refusing to desert an
old friend in a moment of vexation. "That's all very well now, when
you're annoyed with Pélé for misbehaving herself; but I'll bet you
sixpence, in spite of that, you'll be off again before twelve months are
over, exploring some other jolly crater in Sumatra or Teneriffe, or the
Antarctic regions."
And sure enough, as I put the last finishing touches to these lines for
press, the post brings me in a letter in an official envelope, "On Her
Majesty's Service," informing me that the Lords Commissioners of the
Admiralty have been graciously pleased to accept my suggested
appointment for three years on a scientific mission to investigate the
volcanic phenomena of Cotopaxi and other craters in the chain of the
Andes. By the same post, I have also received a note from my sister,
who is now stopping down at the Kentish rectory where Kea lives with her
English relations, and who says, among sundry other pieces of domestic
criticism, "What a dainty, charming, lovable girl your pretty little
Hawaiian really is, Tom! So gentle and good-natured, and so sweetly
pensive! I can hardly believe, myself, there's anything of the cannibal
Sandwich Islander in her! She's as fair as I am, and quite as European
in all her ideas and thoughts and sentiments. When she doesn't talk
nonsense about Pélé, in fact, I almost forget she isn't one of
ourselves, she's so perfectly English. But the rector says he can't
allow her to teach in the Sunday school till she's quite got over that
heathenish rubbish. By the way, I shouldn't be surprised if she and her
Cousin Hugh were some day to make a nice little match of it, if only
Hugh can ever persuade her that it wouldn't be bigamy, and that she
isn't already duly married to some ugly, mythical, humpbacked creature
of the name of Maloka."