Strangely enough, all around this tree the hill was supposed to be haunted by an evil spirit, and there was not a native who would go anywhere near it, even in broad daylight. The spirit took many forms, sometimes rushing down in the shape of a fox, or even wild pig, and scaring the natives into convulsions, but more often, and always before an earthquake, the spirit was seen in the shape of a round ball of flame on the very top of the tree.
This was likely enough. I myself have seen a mysterious flame of this kind on the truck or highest portion of a ship"s mast, and we sailors call it Saint Elmo"s fire. I have known sailors, who would not have been afraid to bear the brunt of battle in a man-o"-war, tremble with superst.i.tious dread as they beheld that mysterious quivering flame at the mast-head. Some evil, they would tell you, was sure to happen. A storm invariably followed. Well, generally a gale wind did, owing to the electric conditions of the atmosphere.
A bright scimitar of moon was shining at midnight when d.i.c.kson and Reginald, a.s.sisted by Hall, stole silently out and away to the hills to bury their treasure.
There were few sounds to be heard to-night on the island. Far out in the bay there was at times the splash of a shark or the strange cooing of a porpoise, and in the valley the yapping of foxes in pursuit of their prey. The mournful hooting of great owls sounded from the woods, with now and then the cry of a night bird, or shriek of wounded bird.
It was a long and stiff walk to Lone Tree Hill; but arrived there, they set to work at once to dig at the eucalyptus root. The holes made-- d.i.c.kson"s to the east, Reginald"s to the west--the nuggets, enclosed in strong tarpaulin bags, were laid in, and next the pearls, in small cash-boxes, were placed above these. The earth was now filled in, and the sods replaced so carefully and neatly that no one could have told that the earth had ever been broken or the sods upturned.
Then, breathing a prayer for the safety of their treasure, on which so much might depend in future, they walked silently down the hill and back to the camp.
But that very night--or rather towards morning--an event took place that alarmed all hands.
The earth shook and trembled, and finally heaved; and it felt as if the house were a ship in the doldrums crossing the Line. Everyone was dashed on to the floor, and for a time lay there almost stunned, giddy, and even sick. It pa.s.sed off. But in an hour"s time a worse shock followed, and all hands rushed into the open air to seek for safety.
Outside it was not only hot and stifling--for not a breath of wind was blowing--but the air had a strange and almost suffocating sulphurous odour. And this was soon accounted for. Now, not far from Lone Tree Mountain was a high and conical hill.
From this, to the great astonishment of all, smoke and flames were now seen issuing. The flames leapt in marvellous tongues high up through the smoke. There was the whitest of steam mingling with the smoke, and anon showers of dust, scorai, and stones began to fall.
For a minute or two the sight quite demoralised the trio. But the men, too, had run out, and all had thrown themselves face down on the ground while the heaving of the earth continued. It was a new experience, and a terrible one. d.i.c.kson went towards them now.
"I do not think, boys, that the danger is very extreme," he said. "But I advise you to keep out of doors as much as possible, in case of a greater shock, which may bring down our humble dwelling. And now, Hall, and you, Reginald," he added, "the ladies at the palace will, I fear, be in great terror. It is our duty to go to them. Our presence may help to cheer them up."
Daylight was beginning to dawn, though from rolling clouds of smoke in the far east the sun could only be seen like a red-hot iron shot. It was evident enough to our heroes when they had climbed the highest intervening hill, that the island from which the Armada had come was far more severely stricken than this Isle of Flowers was.
But as they still gazed eastward at the three or four blazing mountains on that island, they started and clung together with something akin to terror in every heart.
"Oh, awful! What can it be?" cried Reginald.
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE.
A TERRIBLE TIME.
Never until the crack of doom might they hear such another report as that which now fell upon their ears. At almost the same moment, in a comminglement of smoke and fire, a huge dark object was seen to be carried high into the air, probably even a mile high. It then took a westerly direction, and came towards the Isle of Flowers, getting larger every second, till it descended into the sea, end on, and not two miles away. It was seen to be a gigantic rock, perhaps many, many acres in extent.
The waters now rose on every side, the noise was deafening; then in, landwards, sped a huge bore, breaker, or wave, call it what you please, but darkness almost enveloped it, and from this thunders roared and zigzag lightning flashed as it dashed onwards to the island sh.o.r.e. The men they had left behind had speedily climbed the rocks behind the camp, for although the wave did not reach so high, the spray itself would have suffocated them, had they not looked out for safety.
It was an awful moment. But the wave receded at last, and the sea was once more calm. Only a new island had been formed by the fall of the rock into the ocean"s coral depths, and for a time the thunder and lightning ceased. Not the volcanic eruptions, however. And but for the blaze and lurid light of these the enemy"s isle, as it was called, must have been in total darkness. Truly a terrible sight! But our heroes hurried on.
Just as they had expected, when they reached the Queen"s palace they found poor Miss Hall, and even little Matty--with all her innocent courage--in a state of great terror. The Queen alone was self-possessed. She had seen a volcanic eruption before. Ilda was lying on the couch with her arms round Matty"s waist Matty standing by her side. The child was now seven years of age, and could talk and think better. Reginald, after kissing Ilda"s brow, sat down beside them, and Matty clambered on his knee.
Meanwhile, the darkness had increased so much that the Queen called upon her dusky attendants to light the great oil lamp that swung from the roof. The Queen continued self-possessed, and tried to comfort her guests.
"It will soon be over," she said. "I am a.s.sured of that. My experience is great."
But Matty refused all consolation.
"I"se never been a very great sinner, has I?" she innocently asked Reginald, as she clung round his neck.
"Oh, no, darling," he said; "you are too young to be much of a sinner."
"You think G.o.d won"t be angry, and will take you and me and Ilda and Queen Bertha straight up to Heaven, clothes and all?"
"My child," said Reginald, "what has put all this into your head?"
"Oh," she answered, "because I know the Day of Judgment has come."
Well, there was some excuse for the little innocent thinking so.
Without the thickest darkness reigned. d.i.c.kson and Hall went to the door, but did not venture out. Scoria was falling, and destroying all the shrubs and flowers in the beautiful valley. The river was mixed with boiling lava, and the noise therefrom was like a thousand engines blowing off steam at one and the same time. Surely never was such loud and terrible thunder heard before; and the lightning was so vivid and so incessant that not only did the island itself seem all ablaze, but even the distant sea. Crimson and blue fire appeared to lick its surface in all directions.
But the burning mountain itself was the most wondrous sight eyes of man could look upon. The smoke and steam rose and rolled amidst the play of lightning miles high apparently. The peak of the mountain itself shot up a continuous stream of orange-yellow flame, in which here and there small black spots could be seen--rocks and stones, without a doubt.
But the cone of the great hill itself was marvellously beautiful. For rivers of lava--d.i.c.kson counted nine in all--were rushing down its sides in a straight course, and these were streams of coloured fire, almost every one a different hue--deep crimson, green, and blue, and even orange.
Were it not for the terror of the sight, our heroes would have enjoyed it. Reginald carried Matty to the door to see the beauty of the burning mountain. She took one brief glance, then shudderingly held closer to Reginald"s neck.
"Take me back, take me back!" she cried in an agony of fear. "That is the bad place! Oh, when will G.o.d come and take us away?"
All that fearful day and all the following night scoria and ashes continued to fall, the thunder never ceased, and the lightning was still incessant. There was no chance now of getting back to camp, and they trembled to think of what might have taken place.
Towards morning, however, a wondrous change took place. The sky got clearer, a star or two shone through the rifts of heavy, overhanging clouds. The fire no longer rose from the mountain, only a thick balloon-shaped white cloud lay over it. Then the rain began to fall, and, strangely enough, mingled with the rain, which felt warm, were gigantic hailstones and pieces of ice as large as six-pound sh.e.l.ls.
Then up rose the glorious sun. Like a red ball of fire he certainly was; but oh, what a welcome sight!
That forenoon, all being now peace and quiet, d.i.c.kson and his comrades determined to march back to camp and ease their minds. After a long and toilsome journey over the hills, many of which were covered with ashes, they reached camp, and were glad to find the men alive, and the house intact. A rampart had been built around the barracks, as Hall called it, and inside was a large drill-yard.
d.i.c.kson served out rum to the men, and they soon were cheerful enough once more. The guns had been mounted on the walls, and all rifles were stowed away inside. This was at a suggestion from Hall.
"You never can trust those n.i.g.g.e.rs," he said quietly, shaking his head.
And well it was, as it turned out, that d.i.c.kson had taken Mr Hall"s advice.
That same afternoon, about two o"clock, the same savages who had fought with rifles from the bush against the invaders came hurriedly and somewhat excitedly into camp. The spokesman, a tall and splendid-looking native, gesticulated wildly, as he almost shouted in the officers" ears:
"To-mollow molning dey come! All dis island rise! Dey come to kill and eat!"
The officers were astonished. What had they done to deserve so terrible a fate?
"Dey blame you for all. Oh, be plepared to fight. Gib us guns, and we too will fight plenty much. Foh true!"
A very uneasy night was pa.s.sed, but the yard and guns had been cleared of cinders and scoria, the bulwarks strengthened, and before the sun once more shone red over the sea d.i.c.kson was prepared for either battle or siege. Everyone had been a.s.signed his quarters.
The day was still, hot, and somewhat sultry. Luckily the little garrison was well provisioned, and the water would last a week or even longer. Low muttering thunders were still heard in the direction of the volcano, and sometimes the earth shook and trembled somewhat, but it was evident that the subterranean fires had burnt themselves out, and it might be a score of years before another eruption occurred.
It was evident that the savages did not think so. For as long as the cloud hung over the peak they did not consider themselves safe. About twelve o"clock that day distant shouts and cries were heard in the nearest glen, and presently an undisciplined mob of nearly a thousand howling savages, armed with bows and spears and broad black knives, appeared on the sands, in their war-paint. It was evidently their intention to storm the position, and determinedly too. They halted, however, and seemed to have a hasty consultation. Then a chief boldly advanced to the ramparts to hold a parley. His speech was a curious one, and he himself, dressed partly in skins and leaning on a spear like a weaver"s beam, was a strangely wild and romantic figure.