Sinews of War
Barney came back to the camp tired out. Following up the only party
that seemed to have cohesion after leaving the fort--a party led by the
Belgian sergeant--he had soon found himself left far behind in the
race. But his men had done their work thoroughly; they had dispersed
the band, few of whom escaped.
"'Twas for this I was born, sorr," said Barney as he gripped Jack's
hand. "Sure I'll be a fighter for iver more."
"You did splendidly, old fellow. I knew all was well when I heard your
hurroo! But there are five hundred men roaming the country and only a
score of able-bodied men in our fort. We must look after that. Get
fifty fellows together and send them back under Imbono, Barney."
"And what'll ye be afther doing yourself, sorr?"
"Oh! I'm going down to the river. The job's only half done while that
flotilla is intact. I'm going to have a shot at it before the enemy
get over their fright. I'll take a couple of hundred men with me.
You'll keep a hundred and remove all the stores and ammunition here to
the fort; get the women and children to help; you can light the way
with flares. When the camp's empty burn it. And look after Samba,
Barney; he's here, nearly dead, poor little chap! Mboyo's got him;
we'll go and see how he is getting on."
Making their way to the north side of the camp they found Samba laid on
the floor of a hut, his father on one side of him, Pat on the other.
The dog leapt up excitedly when he saw his master, and invited him with
a yelp to come and see Samba. By the light of a torch Barney tenderly
examined the boy. He was conscious, and smiled, even though he winced
under the gentlest of touches.
"Ochone! Ochone!" exclaimed Barney. "'Tis the divil's own work, sorr.
His poor flesh is wan jelly. By all the holy powers, if I catch that
murdering ruff'n uv a fellow, that Elbel---- And I've no ointment at
all at all. Bedad! but now I remimber Mr. Arlington has a whole
docthor's shop in wan uv his traps, and if he hasn't got boracic
ointment among his stuff, sure I'll think a mighty deal less uv him.
'Twill take a month or more, sorr, to heal all the wounds on this poor
body; but we'll do it, plase God! and make a man of him yet."
"He dies, O Lokolobolo?" said Mboyo, looking up yearningly into Jack's
face.
"No, Barnio says no. He is very ill, but in a month he may be well,
and Barnio says he is going to make a man of him."
"Bolotsi O! Bolotsi O!" cried the negro, slapping his thighs. "N'dok
'olo aiyoko!"[1]
He laughed and clapped his hands like a child.
"It was Pat that showed me where Samba was," said Jack to Barney.
"Nando was tied up in a hut with him--he must have been captured with
dear old Uncle--and the wretch saved himself by burning his ropes
through and left Samba to perish in the flames. Pat dragged me to the
spot."
"The darlint is worth his weight in gold," cried Barney delighted.
"That's twice he has saved Samba, sorr. Black men and white men are
brothers, or ought to be, and there's niver a doubt that dogs are
cousins at the very least. And beggin' your pardon, sorr, I'll take a
pleasure in kicking Nando whin I get a look uv him. 'Tis a little
military discipline he needs, to be sure."
"You can give him that in the fort. And by the way, you'll find a lot
of rifles here; the enemy either hadn't time to get hold of them or
else threw them away. Arm some of our spearmen; they can tell the
muzzle from the stock at any rate, and if any attempt is made to rush
the fort they could do a good deal of damage at close quarters. And
keep scouts out. We don't know the exact whereabouts of Van Vorst's
main body, and it won't do to risk anything. But I hope you won't have
any trouble."
Bidding Barney farewell, Jack called up Makoko and Lingombela, and sent
them out with orders to discover the exact position of the flotilla,
and to return at daybreak. An hour afterwards, with a hundred and
fifty picked spearmen, sixty rifles, and a body of carriers with food
for three days, he began a night march to the river. He himself was
unable to walk. His wound was becoming more and more painful, but he
had said nothing about it to Barney, being resolved not to spare
himself while anything remained to be done to complete his work. Four
men, relieved at frequent intervals, carried him in the litter of which
he had made such effective use to gain an entrance to the enemy's camp.
This time, he thought with a smile, there was no pretence about it.
He guessed that Van Vorst's flotilla would be found about half way
between Ilola and the spot where Mr. Martindale's canoes had been
hidden. It was one day's march across country, a much longer distance
by the river. For some hours he followed the path on which his uncle
and he had been escorted by the Askari. The recollection of that march
brought sad thoughts to his mind. Lying in the litter amid his men, as
the column wound its slow way along the forest track, the red glare of
their torches throwing weird shadows around, he had plenty of time for
melancholy reflections. The incidents of his uncle's last days were
burnt into his memory. He remembered the drawn, wasted features, now
pale with exhaustion, now bright with the hectic flush of fever; the
quick uneasy breath; the slow labouring voice. He remembered the tale
of persecution and wrong. More than all he remembered the earnest,
passionate words in which the dying man had bequeathed to him the cause
of the Congo natives, and besought him to use his utmost strength on
their behalf. "Dear old Uncle!" he thought; "I am trying to do what
you would have wished me to do. I can't do much; this is only a small
corner of the plague-ridden country; how many thousands of poor people
are without even such help as I can give! But it will be something if
only the few hundreds in Ilombekabasi can regain and keep a little of
their former happiness; and Uncle would be pleased; he is pleased, if
he knows."
Then the other side of the picture stood out sharply to his mental
view. He saw the fleeing crowds of the enemy; the jammed gateway; the
camp enclosure strewn with dead and wounded. Once or twice, even, his
marching column came upon wounded men, too weak to crawl away into the
bush, and he could do nothing for them. This terrible loss of life,
this misery--was not this too due to the evil government of a monarch
who, far away, in wealth and luxury and ease, spoke with two
voices--one the voice of beneficence, benignity, zeal for peace and
good order; the other the voice of greed, avarice, the callous demand
for riches even at the price of blood? "Botofe bo le iwa! Rubber is
death!"--the woful proverb haunted him like a knell: death to the
dwellers in this well-favoured land, death to the minions of the power
that oppressed them, death to those who, like his uncle, dared to make
a stand for freedom and found themselves engulfed in the whirlpool of
injustice and wrong.
As Jack approached the river, these gloomy thoughts gave way to the
necessities of the moment. Lepoko, leading the column, announced that
the river was very near. Then Jack ordered the torches to be put out,
and the men to creep forward even more silently than they had already
done. Had news of the storming of the camp been carried, he wondered,
by fugitives to the flotilla? Since they had left the direct path to
the river and struck obliquely towards it there had been no sign of
fugitives. He supposed that the scared enemy had kept to the route
they knew, and would follow the river bank until they reached the
canoes. This involved many extra miles through the winding of the
stream, unless the flotilla had come farther up than he thought was
likely.
The principal danger was that some of Elbel's scouts, knowing the
country better than the majority of the garrison, might already have
taken the short cut Jack was now taking and would reach the flotilla
before him. There were two white officers in charge; they might set
off at once to the relief of their superior and reach the fort while
Jack was still absent. Would Barney be strong enough to hold out
against them?
The march was continued with brief rests throughout the night. Shortly
after dawn a man sprang panting out of the thicket to the right of the
path, and hurried to Jack's litter.
"O Lokolobolo!" he cried, "I have news!"
Jack saw that it was Lofundo, sub-chief of Akumbi.
"It was in the smoke and the flame, Lokolobolo. I saw Elobela, with
fear in his face, climb over the fence and rush out into the night.
After him I sprang--I, and Bolumbu, and Iloko, and others. It was
Elobela, the cruel, the pitiless! After him, into the night! but first
Iloko tired, then Bolumbu, then the others. I, Lofundo, I did not
tire; no; was it not Elobela whose men ill-used and slew my people and
burnt my village, and who with his own hands flogged my son? I ran and
ran, hot on his trail, and in the morning light I came up with him, and
saw him with fear in his face; and I had my knife; and now Elobela is
dead, yonder, in the forest."
"Is it far, Lofundo?"
"A little march in the forest, Lokolobolo."
Jack had himself carried to the spot. There, beneath a tree, covered
with felled branches and leaves to protect it from beasts, lay the
stark body of Guillaume Elbel. Jack could not help pitying the wretch
whose zeal in an evil cause had brought him to so miserable an end.
But as he thought of the misery this man had caused--the ruined homes,
the desolated lives: as he remembered his uncle, lying in his lonely
grave, and Samba, lacerated by this man's cruel whip, pity froze within
him.
"Cover him up," he said.
He waited while his men buried Elbel, there at the foot of the tree.
"Let us go!" he said; "we have work to do."
When Jack's column, according to Lepoko, was still an hour's march from
the river, Lingombela, one of the advance scouts, came back with a
negro in his grasp. He had captured him, said Lingombela, as he was
running from the river into the forest. Jack questioned the man
through Lepoko. He said that his name was Bandoka, and he had been a
paddler in Mutela's flotilla, and had suffered many times from the
chicotte; he showed the marks on his back. Just after daybreak several
men had come rushing madly into the clearing on the river bank where
the soldiers of Bula Matadi had halted for the night. There was great
confusion in the camp. He had heard it said among the paddlers that
there had been a fight up the river at the Inglesa's fort, and that the
men of Elobela had been badly beaten. The paddlers had already heard
the name of Lokolobolo. The fugitives said that Mutela was sorely in
need of help, and the white officer had at once started up the river in
swift canoes, with most of the fighting men, leaving the rest to follow
with the carriers. In the confusion attending the departure of the
force with three days' stores, Bandoka had contrived to slip away into
the forest. He would rather brave anything than endure further service
with Bula Matadi.
Jack's first thought on hearing this news was that it simplified his
position. The Congo officers had two days' journey before them; it was
strange if he, with his lightly equipped force of men thoroughly
acquainted with the country, knowing the short cuts through the forest,
the fordable places on the river, could not do much to impede and
harass their advance. But on subsequent reflection a still bolder
course suggested itself to him. Was it possible to cut off the main
body from its stores? The fighting men under their white commander had
already started up the river; the stores would follow more slowly;
Jack's line of march would strike the river at a point between the two
portions of the enemy's force. If he could capture the stores, would
he not have the main body at his mercy?
"How many fighting men are left to escort the canoes?" he asked.
"Him say no can tell. He run away plenty soon; plenty much nise, all
talk one time."
In the absence of precise information Jack could only conjecture. The
news brought by the fugitive from Elbel's camp was such that a force
despatched in support would probably consist of at least two-thirds of
the available combatant strength. The officer must be aware that a
body of men that could defeat Elbel with his seven hundred mixed troops
could scarcely be met with less than two hundred and fifty rifles. No
doubt he would expect to be joined by some of Elbel's men; the full
magnitude of the disaster would hardly be known; and like any other
white commander he would be inclined to discount the alarmist reports
of the fugitives. It would be safe to assume, thought Jack, that not
more than a hundred rifles had been left with the stores. How many of
the paddlers were also fighting men, how many impressed like Bandoka,
it was impossible to guess.
"Bandoka is sure the white officers are not coming through the forest?"
he asked, as the bare chance of meeting them occurred to him.
"Sartin sure, massa. Dey come in boats. Bandoka he fit to paddle in
white man's canoe. 'No, no,' he say; 'me no like dat. White man lib
for go too fast; me know what dat mean; dat mean chicotte!' Den he run
away, sah."
"Well, I wish I knew a little more about the men with the stores."
"Know plenty more one time," said Lepoko, pointing ahead. "Dat am
Makoko."
Makoko, a scout in a thousand, had brought just the news Jack most
desired. He had counted the fighting men on the canoes: there were a
hundred and ten with rifles and more than two hundred with spears. On
each cargo canoe there was a rifleman--to encourage the paddlers,
thought Jack. The flotilla had just started when Makoko left the
river, at least two hours after the main body had left. One white
officer had gone with the swift canoes, a second remained with the
stores. The line of boats was headed by two large war canoes, each
containing twenty riflemen besides the paddlers; and two similar canoes
similarly manned brought up the rear.
It was clear to Jack that the enemy was doing everything possible to
hasten progress. But the canoes were heavily laden, and the paddlers
had the stream against them. Meanwhile Barney must be warned of the
approaching expedition. Jack was not anxious about the fate of the
fort. Behind the walls Barney's hundred and twenty riflemen and three
times as many spearmen could easily hold their own. The enemy's
machine gun, a deadly weapon in the open, would be of little use
against stone walls. So, confident in Barney's ability to sit tight,
Jack sent Lingombela back through the forest to give him timely notice
of the troops coming towards him by the river.
The arrangements made by the officer in charge of the convoy of stores,
as reported by Makoko, were well enough adapted for progress through a
country in which the natives, even if hostile, were armed only with
bows and arrows or spears. By keeping in mid-stream the canoes were
practically out of danger from the banks, and an enemy on the water
could be effectively dealt with by the leading canoes, carrying a
strong force of riflemen armed with Albinis. The similar force acting
as a rearguard discouraged any tendency on the part of the crews of the
store-boats to bolt down stream. And each canoe had a forest guard
ready with a chicotte to stimulate the paddlers' zeal.
Jack felt sure that by setting an ambush at a suitable point he could
produce a panic among the guards and paddlers almost as effectual for
his purpose as the panic in Elbel's camp. But he had a not unnatural
shrinking from such a course. An ambuscade--concealing oneself to
shoot another man down--went against the grain with him. He knew that
it was fair by all the rules of warfare, and warfare had been thrust
upon him by the State troops. But he preferred if possible to attain
his end by other means, involving the minimum of bloodshed and
suffering. The scenes in Elbel's camp and in the forest were too fresh
in his memory for him to court a repetition of this wholesale
destruction, even of the savages who wore the uniform of King Leopold.
The disposition of the enemy's forces suggested a plan whereby his end
might be gained with little or no serious fighting. If the plan failed
there still remained the alternative of an attack in force on the
long-drawn-out line of the flotilla.
He had noticed, when coming up the river to Ilola with his uncle, that,
about half a day's paddling from the flotilla's point of departure, the
channel was divided by a small island. Only on the near side was the
river navigable at this season, even by canoes; on the other side the
channel was wide but shallow, thickly beset by sandbanks. By striking
to the left and taking a short cut through the forest known to Makoko,
the river bank opposite this island could be reached in two hours' hard
marching. There would still be a good margin of time to make all
necessary arrangements for carrying out his plan before the head of the
convoy came into view. The men had already had a couple of hours'
rest; the worst of their fatigue after the night march was gone; there
was now no time to be lost, and Jack gave the order to move off under
Makoko's lead.
Before midday the troops were halted opposite the island, a
lozenge-shaped eyot about a third of a mile in length and a hundred
yards across, covered with rank vegetation and patched with one or two
clumps of large trees. On reaching the spot Jack left his litter to
superintend the men's work, in spite of his stiff leg. He posted
scouts in each direction, up and down the river, to guard against
surprise, then set the men to cut a large number of tough creepers
which abounded in the forest, and by twisting and knotting the tendrils
to make a rope about eighty yards long. While this was being done with
marvellous speed by the expert negroes, a few saplings were uprooted
and lashed together to form a raft, too slight indeed for serious
navigation, but strong enough to convey a few men at a time across the
river. When the rope was finished one end was taken across to the eyot
and firmly secured to one of the large trees; the other end was left
for the present loose. The place where the rope entered the water on
each side was carefully screened from view, and a few stones attached
to it at intervals sank it beneath the surface of the stream.
Jack directed the work untiringly, encouraging the workers with praise.
"Bravo!" he cried, when all was done. "Now we'll have some chop,
Lepoko."
"Plenty hungry, massa," returned the man. "Men all want to know
somefing, massa."
"Well, what is it?"
"Dey say: 'Lokolobolo make us do plenty fings. What for? We lib for
do anyfing for Lokolobolo; no fit to know what for.' Dat am what dey
say, sah."
Jack smiled.
"Well, Lepoko, I'll tell you in confidence, and I know it won't go any
further. We're going to see an exhibition of swimming."
"Me no like big talk like dat," said Lepoko, looking puzzled.
"Here's little talk, then. Men no want to swim; we want to see them
swim. Savvy?"
"Me know all 'bout dat, sah," cried Lepoko delighted, and he went off
to tell the men, Jack smiling at their satisfaction with an explanation
that explained so little.
The whole force had a meal, keeping almost perfect silence in obedience
to an impressive order from Jack. They were concealed within the
forest fringe. When the meal was finished a dozen men with rifles were
sent across to hide themselves amid the vegetation on the island, and
all waited with rifles ready.
Presently the scout from down stream came running up with the news that
the leading canoes of the flotilla were approaching a bend in the river
half a mile below the eyot. The paddlers, who had apparently had a
meal and a rest, were sending the canoes along at a good rate. Jack
bade twelve of his men grasp the rope of creepers, and stand ready to
pull when he gave the word. There was dead silence among the troops.
They heard the enemy drawing near--the songs of the paddlers, the
chatter of the fighting men, occasionally a yell as the chicotte fell
with stinging force upon a paddler's back. Jack watched from his coign
of vantage in the bush. There were the two war canoes as Makoko had
described them; in the second of them was a white officer. They passed
the eyot. Then came the store canoes, one after another, keeping about
the same distance apart. Jack forgot to count them, for he was beyond
measure delighted to see in one of them the shield of the machine gun.
"What luck! What tremendous luck!" he thought. "Where the shield is
the gun is sure to be." The last of the store canoes passed. Then, at
a little longer interval than separated the store canoes, came the
first war canoe of the rearguard, the second about a boat's length
behind. Jack signed to his twelve men to be ready. Watching carefully
the point at which the rope entered the water and the point on the
opposite side where it reached the eyot, he waited for the first of the
war canoes to approach the line. The nose of the vessel was within two
or three yards of the rope when he gave his men the signal.
With desperate energy the twelve sturdy negroes hauled on the rope.
Jack could not have timed the movement more fortunately. As the rope
became taut and rose to the surface it struck the bottom of the canoe
about a fourth of its length from the bow. The united pull of the
twelve men lifted the forepart of the vessel bodily from the water; the
stern dipped under, and in a moment the canoe filled and its occupants
were struggling in the water.
At any other time such a feat would have provoked yells of triumph from
the performers. It was a tribute to Jack's discipline that his men
made no other sound than a grunt of satisfaction, which must be
entirely smothered by the shouts of the men in the water. And at a
word from Jack they rushed at full speed down stream with the rope,
holding it a few inches above the gunwale level of the last canoe, the
crew of which were frantically back-paddling to escape the mysterious
fate of the other. But the paddlers had not got into their swing when
the rope, stretched tight between the fastening on the eyot and the
running men, overtook them. It caught them about the knees; they were
swept from the thwarts, and fell towards the opposite bank; and the
sudden weight on the starboard side turned the canoe completely over.
Not half a minute from the time when Jack gave the first sign the whole
of the rearguard was out of action. In mortal dread of crocodiles the
men swam desperately for the banks, some on one side, some on the
other; but as they landed they fell an easy prey to Jack's men, and
were promptly hauled into the forest and tied up.
But while they were still in the water the news of the disaster had
been communicated with marvellous rapidity from canoe to canoe, and
reached the head of the flotilla and the white officer. Standing up
and lifting his field glass to his eyes he could just see, over the
intervening vessels, a capsized canoe, a number of men swimming in the
river, and others moving on the bank. There was no sign of the cause
of the disaster. The paddlers indeed were shouting "Lokolobolo!
Lokolobolo!" in accents of terror; but the name appeared to convey
nothing to the lieutenant, who was disposed to attribute the upset to a
hippopotamus or a snag.
Certainly it was causing a great deal of confusion in the flotilla, and
some of the paddlers, the rearguard being removed, seemed inclined to
turn their canoes and head down stream. It was very annoying.
Shouting to the men in the leading war canoe to paddle just enough to
keep their vessel stationary against the stream, the lieutenant hurried
to the scene of the accident. On the way the shouts of the paddlers
became more coherent; what was this they were saying? Ilombekabasi?
Absurd! But it was as well to prepare for anything that might occur,
so the officer ordered his men to be ready to fire when he gave the
word. At present he saw nobody to fire at.
His canoe was going rapidly on the current towards the eyot when a
volley flashed from the undergrowth on the right bank, and he heard the
shots strike the side of his vessel. The effect of the discharge at a
range of only thirty yards was instantaneous. Jack had ordered his men
to aim at or near the waterline; not a man had been hit; but the
paddlers waited for no more. With one accord they sprang overboard and
swam for the nearest shore, that of the eyot. One or two of the
soldiers replied to the volley, aiming hap-hazard at the bank; the rest
awaited the order of their officer, who, however, was either dazed by
the unexpected attack or unwilling to waste ammunition by aimless
firing into the bush. The boat meanwhile was drifting down the stream:
a second volley bored another score of tiny holes in the thin side.
The occupants were without paddlers or paddles; they had no means of
beaching the vessel; and Jack, watching her progress, felt that it was
only a question of minutes before, riddled like a sieve, she would have
shipped enough water to sink her. Then the occupants, officer and men,
would share the fate of their comrades. He sent Makoko with twenty
rifles and twice as many spearmen to the nearest point where the
hapless party might be expected to land; and at the same time he
despatched a band of the same size up river to deal with the war canoe,
which had by this time gone out of sight.
In a few minutes the lieutenant and his men struggled one after another
up the bank. Those who retained their weapons were unable to use them,
for they were dripping wet. Jack's men dealt with them as with the
others, leaving the white officer, however, unbound. Him they led to
Jack, who commiserated the crestfallen man on his unfortunate plight,
and promised him excellent treatment if he made no attempt to escape.
For some time Jack's party had made no further effort to conceal
themselves. The store canoes had been moving aimlessly about the
river, the paddlers not knowing whether to go ahead or to retreat. At
Jack's bidding Lepoko now ordered them to beach their vessels,
promising that Lokolobolo would protect them, and, if they pleased,
would take them into his service. They obeyed with alacrity, and soon
the whole of the stores and the machine gun were in Jack's possession.
He wondered why the latter had not been taken up the river with the
main body, and questioning the officer, learnt that in the haste and
confusion one of the parts of the gun could not be found, and but for
the delay in searching for it he himself would have arrived an hour or
more earlier.
The capture of the convoy had been effected so quickly that Jack felt
there might still be time by a forced march to reach the fort before
the arrival of the enemy's main column. Hastily selecting from the
stores such food and other articles as he urgently needed, and taking
care to bring with him the machine gun, he made instant preparations to
return. He placed Makoko in charge of the flotilla, with a body of
thirty riflemen and eighty spearmen, ordering him to drop down the
river half a day's paddling and await further instructions. He
arranged for a chain of messengers to keep up communication between
Makoko and himself; then he set out with the bulk of his force for
Ilombekabasi, sending a scout to order the men who had gone up river to
join him across country as soon as they had captured the only remaining
canoe.
[1] Now I am well.