AT THE MURHAPA VILLAGE.
The sun was half-way down the sky when the canoe containing the
explorers, and accompanied by the smaller craft impelled by Ziffak,
rounded a bend of the upper Xingu and came in sight of the village of
the Murhapas.
The herculean native gave an extra sweep of his paddle which sent his
boat slightly in advance of the other, and, striking the shore, he
sprang out and turned about to wait for them to disembark.
The scene was an impressive one, which every member of the company was
sure to remember the rest of his life.
The huts in which these strange people made their homes were similar in
structure to those of the Aryks, but instead of being built around the
three sides of a rectangle, composed one row, numbering more than a
hundred, and facing the river. They stood a hundred yards from the
water, and being at the top of the sloping bank were above the reach of
the most violent freshet that ever came down from the mountain-fed
sources of the mighty Xingu.
The ground in front of this novel town was cleared of all trees and
undergrowth, but for most of the space was covered with bright green
grass; the whole having the appearance of a well-kept lawn that had
been artificially sodded or strewn with seed, which flourished with the
luxuriance of every species of vegetation in that tropic country.
Not only in front, but on the sides and to the rear, for an extent of
more than a hundred acres, the earth had been cleared with equal
thoroughness and was growing abundant crops of cotton, tobacco, and
edibles peculiar to the region.
The houses were separated by a space of several rods, so that the town
itself extended a long way along the water. The dwellings, like those
of the Aryks, consisted of a single story, with the door in the middle
of the front, a window-like opening on each side of the same, roofed
over with poles, covered with earth, leaves and grass, that were
impervious to wind and storm.
It seemed to the astonished whites that the entire population had
gathered along the shore to receive them. Several strange sights
impressed them. The men were large, sinewy, bushy-haired and athletic.
Some sported bows and arrows, but the majority by far carried the
spears which the explorers held in such dread. There was no native, so
far as they could see, who was the equal in size and strength of
Ziffak, but they were so much the superiors of any natives encountered
since leaving the Amazon, that it was easy to understand how they were
the lords and masters of all the tribes with which they came in
conflict.
We have spoken of the Murhapa houses as being but a single story in
height. There was a single exception. In the middle of the town was a
broader and larger structure than the others. It was two stories high
and so much more marked in every respect that it was easy to decide
that it was the residence or palace of Haffgo, the king of these people.
Another singular feature was noticed by our friends as they stepped
from their canoe. Among the natives, who were mostly as dark of skin
as Africans, was a sprinkling so different that the inference was that
they belonged to some other race, or that nature was accustomed to play
some strange freak in this almost unknown part of the world.
The king and his daughter Ariel had complexions as fair as the natives
of Georgia and Persia, and yet Ziffak, a full brother of Haffgo, was as
ebon-tinted as the darkest warrior of the tribe. Since the features of
all were similar in a general way the cause was one that could not be
explained.
It was a moment when the new-comers fully appreciated the value of a
friend at court. They felt that had each possessed a dozen repeating
Winchesters they would have been of no avail after leaving their canoe
and entering the village. They had now placed their lives in the hands
of Ziffak, and, should he choose to desert them, they were doomed; it
was too late to retreat.
Many of the warriors scowled at the white men and their two helpers as
though they would have been glad to impale them with their spears, but
no demonstration was made. Evidently Ziffak possessed unlimited power
and was backed by the pledge of the king.
Professor Grimcke was the first to step ashore, Ashman and Long
following immediately. The three whites formed abreast, while Bippo
and Pedros covered [Transcriber's note: cowered?] so close that it was
hard for them to keep from stepping on their heels. Ziffak placed
himself at the head, as the escort, and moved up the sloping bank with
the dignity of a conqueror.
The women, showed more taste in their dress, for all wore loose-fitting
gowns of native cloth, gaudily colored, though the children were
attired similarly to the men, with little more than a breech cloth
about the loins. Even the boys of a most tender age were each armed
with a javelin, none of them, however, having the points of the weapons
poisoned as did their fathers and elders when on the war-path.
Another striking characteristic of these people was the abundance of
gold and diamond ornaments. Not a woman was visible from whose ears
were not suspended heavy rings of the precious metal, while the
majority had diamonds fastened in the gold, all of several carats'
weight, and some so large and brilliant that they would have sold for
immense sums in a civilized country.
The older females had not only rings hanging from their ears, but still
more valuable ornaments depended from their noses. It would have
enriched an army to loot the Murhapa village.
Each of the whites carried his Winchester, and Bippo and Pedros did not
forget their almost harmless spears; but the rifle of Johnston was left
behind with the valuable property.
At the moment of starting, Ziffak called to two warriors and said
something in a commanding voice. They instantly hastened to the edge
of the water and placed themselves in front of the large canoe. Their
action left no doubt they were obeying an order to guard the treasures
during the absence of the owners.
Reaching the top of the bank, the party were in what might be called
the main or only street of the town. The grass had been worn smooth by
the feet of the villagers, among whom was not a dog, cat, horse, and,
indeed, any four-footed animal.
The visitors had landed near the lower end of the village, so that it
was necessary to walk some way before reaching the house of the king,
which was their destination.
As they started, the whole population began falling in behind them.
The terrified Bippo and Pedros shrank still closer to those in front,
trembling and affrighted, for the experience to which they were
subjected was enough to upset them morally, mentally and physically.
Ziffak turned his head with such a threatening scowl that the foremost
instantly fell back, dreading his vengeance, but when he faced the
other way, they began crowding forward again.
There must have been that in the appearance and action of Bippo and
Pedros which excited the latent mirth of the Murhapas, for say what we
may, the trait exists in a greater or less degree in all human beings.
One of them reached forward with his javelin and gave Bippo a sharp
prick. With a howl, he leaped several feet in air and yelled that he
was killed.
There was an instant expansion of dark faces into grins, showing an
endless array of black stained, teeth, for the spear point was not
poisoned, and the incident caused a laugh on the part of his white
friends when they came to know the whole truth.
But the author of the practical joke had reckoned without his host.
The cry had hardly escaped the victim, when Ziffak bounded to the rear
like a cyclone. The fellow who was a full grown warrior was still
grinning with delight, when he found himself in the terrific grasp of
the head chieftain. It was then his turn to utter a shriek of
affright, which availed him nothing.
Ziffak first smote him to the earth by a single tremendous blow. Then,
before he could rise to his feet, he grasped his ankles, one with
either hand, and swung him round his head, as a child whirls a sling,
before throwing the stone.
To the awed spectators he seemed a black ring of fire, so dizzyingly
swift were the gyrations, from the midst of which came a buzzing moan
of terror.
Only for a second or two was he subjected to this torture. Suddenly
Ziffak ran toward the Xingu and then let go of the ankles. The black,
limp object went spinning far out in the air, as if driven from some
enormous catapult.
Across the remaining space he went, falling several feet from shore and
disappearing beneath the surface. But such fellows are extinguished
with difficulty, and the cold water quickly revived him.
By and by he came up, blew the moisture from his mouth, swam to shore,
climbed timidly out, and, sneaking up the bank again, humbly took his
place at the rear of the procession.
But Ziffak, having disposed of the joker, paid no further attention to
him, caring naught whether he swam or was drowned. The lesson was one
that he would not forget, and produced a salutary effect upon the rest
of the multitude. They instantly fell back so far that Bippo, finding
he had not been seriously hurt, saw that he was safe from further
disturbance.
It was only a few minutes later that Ziffak halted, his friends
immediately doing the same.
The cause was apparent: they had reached the dwelling place of Haffgo
king of the Murhapas.