CHAPTER XXXIII.

The least perceptible gleam of gray light was shining in the eastern

sky; the stars were twinkling clear and large, with hardly diminished

brightness, when, from the door of a house, in the midst of wild woods

and beautiful savannas, came forth two men, and took their way across

a patch of half-cultivated land before the door. The dwelling itself

was an odd-looking construction, but not altogether unpleasant to the

eye. The principal building was a long range on the ground floor,

constructed of masses of very white stone, neatly hewn and joined

together, while above, what seemed a single room, with two windows

unglazed, towered above the rest, with a flat roof. All the way along

the front ran a little balcony, supported by rough trunks of trees,

and decorated with the wild vine; while, along the edges of the walks,

which had been carefully laid out through the cultivated patch I have

spoken of, were little trellises of lath and twig, partially covered

with an immense variety of climbing plants. The whole had an air of

comfort, and neatness, and security, as it were, which spread, like an

emanation of the social spirit, into the scene around, and took from

it that appearance of desolation which Dudley felt so much in his own

wilder, though more beautiful, habitation.

For about five miles Norries walked on by the side of his guest of the

preceding night; and then they came to the edge of a low melancholy

lake, in the midst of the thickest part of the scrub, as the low woods

are called, in which the dark blue hues of a heavy dawning sky were

reflected, varied with lines of light, as the rising sun caught upon

the edges of the dull clouds. Three large snowy white birds were

hovering over the surface of the gloomy waters; and through a break in

the woods beyond, a dull orange hue marked the horizon where the day

was appearing.

The canoe was found where they had left it on the preceding evening;

and as they got into the frail bark, Norries remarked, "It will save

you fifteen miles of heavy march, for the tarn is very narrow here;

but on foot you would have to take the whole way round, which makes

the distance well nigh sixty miles, to the foot of Mount Gambier from

my house, I have never been there myself, but so the scoundrel Brady

told me."

"Not so far, I think," replied Dudley; "but I trust, Mr. Norries, you

will come up to my lonely dwelling ere long; for sad and desolate as a

residence there was before, it will be even more so now. My own fate

was a dark shadow, but I still had confidence in human nature. I

thought it capable of crimes, undoubtedly, committed under strong

temptation or sudden passions; but the black page in man's character

which you have opened to me, has made me feel sadder than ever. It is

another confidence gone, Mr. Norries, and that is always painful."

"We grow grave as we grow old," answered Norries, paddling his canoe

with no mean skill, "because we lose the delusions which fill youth

with smiles; but do we not grow wiser too, sir? Nevertheless, do not

let the discovery of some things in the world, which you did not know,

induce you to judge too harshly because you had before judged too

leniently. It is in the just appreciation of men and things that lies

the wisdom which gives no merriment but much tranquillity. I have

learned some hard lessons lately, Mr. Dudley as well as yourself; but

they have not made me misanthropical. I have found that there are

worse men in the world, feebler men in the world--deeper crime, and

deeper folly, than I thought; but at the same time, I have found

devotion more high and pure, honesty more incorruptible, and wisdom in

simplicity, more beautiful than even my enthusiasm had ever figured.

It is as wrong to undervalue as to overvalue men, to hope too little

from them as to expect too much; but, for you, brighter days

undoubtedly will come, and with them hopes and enthusiasms, which

revive, like flowers refreshed by dew, as soon as the sun of success

arises. I am too old for such things, but I hope I have found peace."

"I trust that it may be so in your case," replied Dudley, "but I will

indulge no hopes in my own. They have branded me with the name of

felon; can they ever wipe out that stain? They have severed ties which

can hardly be knit again. Even now, I know not the extent of the evil;

and from my experience of life, I am inclined to believe that human

hope, even in despair, so much outstrips probability, that when ills

of any kind are to be suffered and endured, they are sure to be much

greater than foresight reckoned upon."

"It is a heavy view of life, indeed," answered Norries; "but yet I

hope you will find yourself mistaken. No one can tell, however; and as

I have been deluded myself by others, I will take no share in

deluding."

At this point the conversation dropped for the time, and was not

resumed again till they were nearing that shore of the lake which was

next to Mount Gambier. There Norries left his guest upon the bank,

adding a few more cautions and instructions in regard to the

productions, climate, and inhabitants of New Holland; and wishing him

heartily good bye, turned his canoe, and rowed, or paddled, towards

the other side of the lake.

Dudley walked on, with his gun under his arm, while the glorious light

of the rising sun spread broad over the whole scene. The morning air

was fresh, and he felt invigorated by repose and society; but still

his mind was sadly depressed, and his eyes were more frequently bent

upon the ground than raised to the woody scene around him, or to the

glorious sky above. At length, however, about four hours before noon,

he paused for a moment in the midst of a wide savannah, surrounded on

every side by magnificent trees, to gaze at the park-like appearance

of the landscape, which had reminded him strongly, as had been the

case with Brady, of some of the most beautiful parts of his native

land. The memories that it called up were sweet, but a well of

bitterness sprang up in the past, turning the whole cup of life to

gall.

As he looked around, with a slow and contemplative gaze, he fancied he

saw a dim, shadowy figure creeping quietly along amidst the tall bolls

of the trees on the edge of the wide meadow. If his eyes did not

deceive him, it was the form of a tall man, stealing through the

second or third row of cedars, which were there very thick; but though

he watched intently, he could not catch another glance of it, and he

could only guess that it was one of the natives, who, on seeing a

white man, had plunged into the deeper parts of the scrub, or had

hidden himself behind some tree or bush. He knew that the aborigines

were fierce and cunning, especially the Milmendura, who were said to

frequent that neighbourhood; but he was well armed, and did not feel

much apprehension, for he had heard that the greater part of the tribe

were down at the Coorong, a great salt inlet of the sea, many miles

distant, or at the lakes in the same neighbourhood. With one or two,

he thought, if he should meet them, he could cope easily, at least on

open ground; and he consequently walked on without any appearance of

suspicion, though he kept his eyes upon the scrub, as if looking for

game. The cedars were succeeded by a large patch of tall stringy bark

trees, having no brushwood beneath them, and there he twice more

caught a sight of the dim figure, flitting along, almost step by step,

as he advanced, and then sheltering itself behind one of the large

trunks. He had now no doubt that it was that of a man watching him,

which certainly was not altogether pleasant, especially as the dark

colour of the native's skin so much resembled, in the shade, the

objects amongst which he was moving, that it was with very great

difficulty he was distinguished at all.

When Dudley arrived at the spot where the savannah ended, he chose a

passage through a more open part of the belt of woodland which

separated it from a still larger extent of grazing ground, and kept a

keen watch upon his right, that he might not be attacked unprepared.

He saw nothing, and heard nothing, however, for five or six hundred

yards, till he was just issuing forth again into the meadows beyond,

and had his eye upon the top of Mount Gambier, seen over the wavy

outline of the scrub; but then a cry was heard, more like the sudden

yelp of a dog when hurt, than any sound produced by a human throat,

and something came whizzing through the trees towards him. The natural

impulse was to jump aside at once; but before he could do it, a long

and apparently heavy spear descended within two yards of him, burying

its sharp point deep in the ground, and quivering as it stood nearly

erect, like a young tree newly planted.

Dudley instantly cocked both barrels of his gun, and looked towards

the spot whence the missile came. But nothing was to be seen but the

trunks of the trees, with here and there a little patch of underwood.

No moving thing was within sight, but the branches gently agitated by

the fresh morning air. Pulling the spear out of the ground, the

wanderer carried it away with him as well as his gun, and walking

quickly on, got as fast as possible into the open ground again, which

now lay before him, unbroken for an extent of nearly three miles. A

wood of tall trees was prolonged upon his right; and on his left was a

piece of uneven bushy land, between the meadow and a sterile tract

stretching to the sea-shore; but between the two covers, the space of

open meadow ground, with nothing but a solitary tree starting up here

and there, varied in breadth from a mile to a mile and a half, so

that, by keeping a middle course, he was out of reach of spear or

arrow sent from beneath the trees. He walked on, then, quietly looking

around him, indeed, from time to time, but displaying no sign of fear

or haste; and more than once he thought he caught sight of a native in

the wood, who did not venture to come out into the open meadow.

By the time he had walked to within five or six hundred yards of the

end of the savannah, the sun had gained great power, and the length of

the shadows had diminished considerably. Before him lay some miles of

country, neither exactly wood nor exactly pasture, but undulating, and

broken with a number of scattered trees, and large clumps of mimosas

and cedars, together with thickets of various kinds of shrubs, and

juniper bushes, rising to an unusual height. That there was one enemy

at least near, Dudley had already proof sufficient; and the tract

through which he had to pass before he could reach his mountain

dwelling-place was undoubtedly well fitted for the attack of a subtle

assailant. There were a thousand places, as he well knew--for he was

now entering a country which he had frequently explored--whence a

concealed enemy might hurl one of the tremendous spears of the

country, without exposing himself, even in the least degree. After

short consideration, Dudley resolved to seek a resting-place at a

little rising knoll in the savannah, shaded by two or three mimosas,

and at the distance of fully three hundred yards from the wood, hoping

that, if the savage who had been watching him were alone, he would get

tired of waiting for an opportunity, and leave him to pursue his

journey without farther molestation. He seated himself, then, laying

down his gun and the spear beside him, but not removing the axe from

his belt, as it was there readier to his hand; and, taking some

provisions from his wallet, he began his frugal meal, still keeping a

wary eye upon the country round. He had just finished the portion of

food which he allowed himself, and had drunk half the water contained

in his gourd, when he thought he perceived a curious undulatory

movement in the long dry grass at no great distance. The wind had

fallen away, so that it could not be produced by that cause; and he

felt sure that a snake, let its size be what it might, would have

crept on its way without such evident signs of its progress. Turning

his eye a little to the left, he saw the long grass agitated in a

similar manner; and starting up at once, he cocked his gun again, and

pointed it at one of the spots where the motion was apparent. The act

of rising gave him a better view; and he now distinctly saw several

dark objects moving towards him, whenever the grass was thrown aside a

little as they advanced. He hesitated an instant, unwilling to

sacrifice human life; but knowing that his own must depend upon

decision--for both the spear which had been hurled at him, and the

insidious method of approach now adopted, showed that, if they were

men who were creeping up, they must be enemies--he took his

resolution, and, aiming well, fired at the object which had first

caught his eye.

In an instant, with a wild yell, rose up six or seven tall and

frightful savages, with long curly hair, bedaubed with grease and

ochre. One, the moment he had reached his feet, fell back again amidst

the grass; but the others, poising their spears lightly for an

instant, discharged them all at once at Dudley with an aim fearfully

accurate. The exceedingly brief pause they had made, however, to

direct their missiles, gave him time enough to jump behind the nearest

mimosa. Three spears passed on one side, one on the other, and two

struck the tree, and tore off a large portion of the bark. The

wanderer had but short time for consideration; for after having cast

their spears, the savages rushed on with clubs, and other weapons of

their own construction, shouting and screaming wildly. Snatching up

the spear, of which he had possessed himself, Dudley set his back

against the tree, aiming the second barrel of his gun at a tall,

powerful man, who was the foremost, and seemed to be the commander of

the party. His situation was desperate, indeed, but he determined to

sell his life dearly. His gun made him certain of one of the enemy;

and he calculated that, what between the spear he held and his

hatchet, he might bring down two more; but three still uninjured would

remain, even when this was accomplished; and, unable to throw the

javelin with their force and precision, as soon as his gun was

discharged, each savage had an advantage over him, which must in the

end overpower resistance. The leader of the natives, however, seeing

the barrel of the fowling-piece directed towards himself, and probably

fully aware of its fatal effects, both from what he had seen that day,

and previous knowledge, halted suddenly, and then spoke a few words to

his companions in their own tongue. The effect was instantaneous; the

men separated at once, and running round the clump of trees, with the

second spear which each carried, poised in their hands, prepared once

more to attack from a distance, and from every quarter, so that some

one weapon was sure to take effect.

Seeing that he must die, Dudley, still aiming at the chief, was

dropping his finger on the trigger, when, to his surprise, the man

fell back upon the ground with a loud shriek; and Dudley might have

been tempted to imagine that it was a feint to prevent him from

firing, had he not at the same instant heard the sharp report of a

gun, succeeded instantly by another, while, at the same moment, a

second of the savages sprang high up into the air, dropping his lance

with a fearful yell. A loud cheer from the side of the low bushes

followed instantly; and the assailants, finding themselves assailed by

arms and numbers superior to their own, fled as fast as they could go,

one of them throwing his spear in haste at Dudley before he went, but

only grazing his shoulder slightly, in consequence of a hurried and

ill-directed aim.

Thanking God for his preservation, Dudley turned towards the spot from

whence the cheer he had heard proceeded, and beheld a party of five or

six men advancing from the scrub. One was on foot, but all the rest

were mounted; and Dudley, to his surprise, recognised in the

pedestrian the vigorous form of Norries, whom he had thought full

twenty miles away. The young wanderer advanced at once from under the

mimosas to meet his deliverers; but as he came nearer, the aspect of

one of the horsemen seemed familiar to his sight. Associations sweet

and happy rose up, which he had not suffered to visit him for years.

Hopes undefined and vague, but bright and glorious, swam before his

eyes, and with a beating heart and giddy brain, Dudley stopped unable

to take another step in advance.

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