Strange to say, the excitement appeared to have almost restored Harry to health. He no longer felt weak, and he longed to be away on the road again.
He knew enough of the climate, however, not to venture for a week or two longer, for a man needs all the nerve and strength that the human frame can possess to battle against the odds presented to him on such a journey as that which he was now making.
The day wore away, the sun set in a cloudscape of indescribable glory, the short twilight succeeded, then the stars peeped out through the blue rifts in the sky.
After a supper of fruit and roasted yams, Harry lay down on his couch of gra.s.s and fell into a dreamless sleep.
When he awoke, the stars were still shining and the sky was far more clear. A brightly burning scimitar of a moon was declining towards the horizon, and not far from it, to the west and north, the well-known constellation of Orion. Yonder also, blinking red and green, was the great Mars himself.
But it was not to study the stars that Harry had crept out of the tent, but to breathe fresher air, for there was no wind to-night. Not a branch stirred in the forest, not a leaf moved. The wild beasts had been scared far away, only now and then a lion roared, and the screams of the wild birds filled up the intervals. Dreadfully eerie they are to listen to on a night like this, and in such a lonely scene.
"Eeah--eee--ah--eeah--eeah--ah!" screamed one bird.
"Tak--tak--tak--tak!"--cried another.
"Willikin, willikin, willikin, willikin?" shrieked a third.
Then there are mournful unearthly yells and groans that would make the heart of a novice stand still with dread. He would feel convinced foul murder was being done in the gloomy depths of the forest. [It is possible the monkeys take their part in producing the cries one hears by night in forests of the tropics.]
But Harry could sleep no more.
The sentries were being relieved. Raggy had just turned up, and Somali Jack was about to turn in.
"Let us take a stroll down by the camp-fire," said Harry. "I feel I must stretch my legs, night though it be."
Together they went as far as the old camping ground, and were about to leave when a pained and weary groan fell on Harry"s ear.
He soon discovered whence it issued. From the lips of a poor half-naked dark figure, lying stabbed and dying on the gra.s.s.
All this he could see by the light of moon and stars. He sat down beside the poor creature and took his head on his lap. The white eyes rolled up towards him, the lips were parted in a grateful smile.
One word was all he said or could say.
"What is it, Jack?" asked Harry. "Interpret, please."
"It only says thanks, sahib."
"Run for water, Raggy."
The dying slave boy drinks just one gulp of the water. Again the white eyes are turned towards Harry, again the lips are parted in a smile--and then he is still.
For ever still.
Perhaps it is because Harry was nervous and ill; but he cannot prevent a gush of tears to his eyes as he bends over this murdered boy.
"What a demon"s heart the man must have to commit a sin like this!"
Book 3--CHAPTER SIX.
THE LAND OF DEPOPULATION--IN A BEAST-HAUNTED WILDERNESS--A MYSTERY--A STRANGE KING.
Three months have elapsed since the night Harry found the dying slave lad on the gra.s.s, near the old camp-fire Harry is as strong now as ever.
Nay, he is even stronger. He has had a birthday since then, and now in his own mind calls himself a man.
He is a man in heart at all events, a man in pluck and a man in manliness.
The trio--Somali Jack, Raggy, and Harry--are very friendly now.
Only once did Jack allude to that night when they fled from Mahmoud"s camp. It is in terms of admiration and in broken English.
"You give me proper trashing that night. I think I feel your shut hand on my nose now. Wah-ee! he do make him smart, and my eyes all fill with water hat hat ha!"
Yes, Jack could afford to laugh now, for Harry was not a bad master to him.
Somali Jack is happier, and, to use his own words--
"I have one stake in de world now. I all same as one Arab, I have a soul. You, master, have said so. I believe what my master says. Of course I believe what he tell me. I not all same as one koodoo--die on de hill and rot. No, I float away, away, away, past de clouds, and past de stars to de bright land of love, where Jesu reigns. Oh yes, Somali Jack is happy and proud."
The trio are now in an unknown land.
It might be called the Land of Depopulation, for long ago the few natives that slavery left have died or fled away. There is hardly a vestige of the remains of their villages, only here and there a kind of clearing with what appears to be a hedge around it. But if you pulled away the creepers on top of this you would find old rotten palisades-- indication enough that those poor creatures had made some vain attempts at defending themselves against the inroads of the Arab invader.
Harry had not long continued in the caravan route that led to the land of the drunken king. The sights he came upon every now and then while following it were sickening. It was quite evident that of the hundred slaves whom Mahmoud had chosen, at least twenty had fallen by the way, in rather less than three weeks, and been left to perish in the bush or on the gra.s.s beneath a blazing sun.
He would have followed the more southern route, and endeavour to find out the whereabouts of his fellows, but such a proceeding would have been absurdly impracticable. A white slave is thought worth a thousand black at some of the courts of African kings. He could not have redeemed his men, and to have attempted to rescue them in any other way would have only ended in failure, and in slavery to himself and companions. No, there was at present no hope. But he had more than one plan which he meant to try when a chance should occur.
For the three months past they had had plenty of sport, and a world of adventures far too numerous to mention. Harry, however, had only a very scant supply of ammunition, and but little likelihood of obtaining any further supply. Every cartridge was therefore carefully h.o.a.rded, and only used either for the purpose of protection against wild beasts or to secure themselves food.
As to this latter they managed in a great measure without firing a shot.
For, first and foremost, Somali Jack had a most nimble way of catching fish. He did it by getting into shallow streams, sometimes diving in under the water and dragging a fish out from under bank or rock where it had sought shelter.
Then he could twine gra.s.s ropes; these were stretched along in certain likely places, near which Jack concealed himself, spear in hand, all alert and ready. The other part of this peculiar hunt was performed by Harry and the boy Raggy. They managed, and that very successfully, as a rule, to chase wild deer, of which there were so many different sorts and sizes, down towards the clever Somali. In their headlong hurry one at least was almost sure to trip over the rope and fall. In a moment Jack was up and on him, and next minute--there was something good for dinner.
I wish I could describe to you one-thousandth part of all the curious things Harry noticed in natural history, not only among the larger animals, but among the smaller, namely, the birds, and among the smallest--the creeping creatures of the earth.
I wish I could describe to you a few of the lovely scenes he witnessed in this beast-haunted wilderness: the landscapes, the cloudscapes, the lovely sunsets, the wilderies of fruit and flower, and the scenes among the mountains, some of which, high, high up in the air, were even snow-capped, and ever at sunrise a.s.sumed that pearl-pink hue with purple shadow which once witnessed can never be forgotten in life. The scenes by river and lake were also most enchanting at times.
But do not think these wanderers had it all their own way. No, they went with their lives in their hands, and these lives were very often in jeopardy.
Poor little Raggy was once tossed by a herd of buffaloes. I say a herd of buffaloes advisedly, for really they seemed nearly all to have a fling at him. The last one pitched him up into a tree, where, for a time, he was an object of the most profound interest to a band of chattering apes. They could not conceive who or what the new arrival was, nor where he had come from.
Well, then, Somali Jack had to climb up and shake the branch to dislodge Raggy"s apparently dead body, while Harry stood under to catch it and break the fall.
But Raggy was not dead. Not a bit of him; and presently he got up and scratched his poll and gazed about him like a somnambulist.
"Am de buffaloes all gone, ma.s.sa?" he inquired.
"The buffaloes, Rag? Yes, and it seems to me you are made of indiarubber; why, they played lawn tennis with you."