A CHANGE OF CAMP.
Professor Grimcke and Jared Long stood like a couple of warriors,
exhausted from the desperate conflict which they had been waging for
hours.
And yet the sanguinary contest had lasted but a few minutes, while they
who had wrought all this destruction did little more than stand, aim
and fire their guns. The task of the natives was tenfold harder, as
the results were tenfold worse against them.
Like old hunters, the first thing the explorers did was to fill the
magazines of their Winchesters with cartridges, after which their
revolvers were reloaded. Then they were ready for business again.
At this moment, Bippo and Pedros crept from the wood, the picture of
quaking terror. They had been roused at the beginning of the tumult,
but deeming discretion the better part of valor, scrambled farther back
into the forest, where they remained almost dead with fright, until
sure the awful scene was over.
There can be little question that Quincal was as much terrified as they
and possibly more. It was his very excess of panic, which turned his
head, and caused him to do that which would have been beyond his power
under other circumstances.
When they saw the dead body of their comrade, Bippo and Pedros broke
into loud lamentations. There could be no doubt that they mourned the
poor fellow as much as did the explorers who had witnessed his death.
The surroundings of the camp were so frightful that the Professor
proposed they should get beyond sight of it by drifting further down
stream, a proposal to which his companion willingly agreed.
What should be done with the body of Quincal? This was the question
which caused the party to hesitate a minute or two after the canoe was
shoved into the water and ready to float down stream.
The wishes of his companions were asked, and Bippo replied that the
most fitting burial, and one in accordance with the peculiar customs of
their people, was to give it burial in the Xingu.
This was in consonance with the feelings of Grimcke and Long, and they
at once made arrangements to carry out the plan.
The remains were tenderly carried into the boat, and a large stone
fastened by means of a piece of rope to the ankles, which were tied
together. Then the craft was paddled to the middle of the river, and
the body carefully lifted over the side. Holding it thus suspended for
a minute or two, Jared Long and the Professor lifted their hats and
closed their eyes while the New Englander uttered a brief prayer,
committing the soul to Him who gave it, commending the other body,
lying alone in the dark forest where it had fallen, to the same
merciful Father, and beseeching his protection to the living through
the perils by which they were environed. A splash followed, and all
that was mortal of the native sank out of sight to sleep until awakened
by the trump of the resurrection morn.
The sad duty completed, the attention of the party was given to the
duties before them.
It was a sorrowful reflection, that, since the set of sun, two of their
number had yielded up their lives, and they had barely reached the edge
of the Matto Grosso, that land of mystery into which they hoped to
penetrate far enough to learn much that was yet unknown to the
civilized world.
If they were compelled to pay such fearful toll before they were fairly
within the strange region, what was to be the cost of exploring the
wild country itself?
But while Bippo and Pedros were more anxious than ever to leave the
section with its dreadful memories behind them, neither dare give
expression to his thoughts, and the German and American were not made
of the stuff which yields when first exposed to the fire.
They reasoned that if there were no such formidable difficulties to
overcome, others would have visited the country long before and
explored it so fully that nothing would be left for those who came
after them. The prize is the most valuable for which the highest price
is exacted. Neither referred to the abandonment of their work, for no
such idea entered their minds.
It is not to be supposed that during the fearful scenes through which
the leader of the expedition and his friend passed, they forgot that
their friend Fred Ashman was only a short distance away. Indeed, one
cause for pushing the canoe into the stream and allowing it to drift
with the swift current was that they might join Fred with the
announcement of what had taken place during his absence.
They supposed that he must have heard the rifle reports and the yells
and shrieks of the natives during the desperate conflict, for though
the rapids gave out a roar which penetrated miles, yet the sharp
discharges and cries of the combatants were of a nature to be heard
still farther.
Had the explorers suspected what was coming, Ashman, of course, would
have staid with his friends; for his services were almost
indispensable. In fact, but for the singular attempt of the natives to
make captives of the white men, they would have been unable to
withstand the terrific onslaught, despite the vast superiority of their
weapons over those of the assailants.
It never occurred to Grimcke or Long that their friend could have got
into trouble himself. He was removed from the scene of conflict, which
was over so quickly that he could not have reached the spot in time to
take part, had he started on the instant the first gun was fired.
But it struck both, while drifting downward and carefully scanning the
shore, as strange that nothing had been seen of Ashman. Enough time
had now elapsed for him to traverse the intervening distance several
times, and it was to be supposed that he would have put in an
appearance without delay, provided he was free to do so.
The two talked together in low tones, and admitted that there was
something to cause misgiving in Fred's continued absence. What could
be the explanation?
The Professor was inclined to think their friend had gone farther down
stream than he first intended; but, even if such were the fact, he
hardly could have traveled so far that he would not have been well on
his way back to the battle ground by this time.
The trend of the Xingu was such at this point, that the thin line of
shadow along the wood on their left, as they passed down the river,
steadily widened until it now almost reached the water itself. In a
short time it would extend over the surface and afford the canoe that
shelter which, had it come earlier in the evening, might have postponed
the desperate conflict with the savages.
The move from above was merely to get away from the sights that met
them at every turn; and, without seeking to drift to the point where
Ashman was supposed to be waiting, the explorers turned the prow to
land, which they touched a moment later.
It would have been more cheerful to have had a fire burning, but there
was no other call for it. The mild temperature rendered it really more
enjoyable without it, since the blaze was always sure to attract
innumerable insects, and possibly might tempt the defeated natives to
another effort to wipe out the deadly insults that had been theirs from
the beginning.
It was not yet midnight, nor indeed anywhere near it, but the Professor
volunteered to take his turn with Bippo for the remaining hours of
darkness. But no such arrangement was necessary, since every member of
the party was rendered wakeful by the exciting incidents, while the
grief of Bippo and Pedros over the loss of their friend was sure to
drive away all slumber for a long time.
The luggage was left in the canoe, where all the party would have
stayed, had not their positions been so cramped as to render sleeping
difficult. Their blankets were spread on the ground, where they
reclined, talking in low tones, watching, listening, and speculating as
to the cause of Fred Ashman's continued absence.
Long was about to open his mouth to advance a new theory, when a slight
sound apprised him that either the young man they were talking about,
or some one else, was approaching.