The lion stands erect roaring, maddened with pain.
Quick as a thought Harry seizes the other rifle, and while the lion is still half erect fires again, and the man-eater staggers forward, falling first on his knees, then on his nose, and there remaining--dead.
Harry was a G.o.d now in the eyes of these poor people.
In the midst of a large clearing in this swamp-island stood a strange forked, withered tree. Up in this tree a fire was built and lit. Into the open s.p.a.ce the dead lion was dragged, and with many an eldritch shout and scream, for hours and hours these savages danced round the dead lion, and the fire that burned in the tree-top.
But Harry was glad when morning came, and happy indeed when next evening he found himself once more among the tree-clad mountains with the marsh far in the rear.
When he lay down to sleep that night he tried to think of the lake with its hundred isles, and of the feast of flowers, but even in his dreams he was haunted by the scenes he had recently pa.s.sed through, and--
THE VILLAGE IN THE DISMAL SWAMP.
Book 4--CHAPTER TWO.
WEARY WANDERINGS--PRISONER IN A SAVAGE LAND--THE ESCAPE BY NIGHT--DOWN WITH FEVER IN THE MARSH.
Nearly a whole year has pa.s.sed away since the events described in last chapter, and the wayward, wandering Harry has seen many strange sights, had many a wild adventure, and been among many strange tribes and peoples.
He would hardly have travelled so far, he would have returned much sooner towards the east had he not been following up a will-o"-the-wisp.
For again and again he was told by natives with whom he came in contact of white men who were held captive by kings of tribes, sometimes it would be to the north, at other times to the south or to the west.
He hoped against hope, and never failed to hunt up these tribes, but disappointment had always been his lot.
So, tired and disheartened at last, he had determined to return, and to strike once more for the lake of the hundred isles.
This returning, however, was not such an easy matter as he had antic.i.p.ated. For in journeying westwards he found the chiefs with whom he came in contact not unwilling to let him go onwards because he a.s.sured them he was coming back. This, and gifts of b.u.t.tons, etc, procured him liberty to advance, though several times he had to fall back on his rifle, and usually succeeded in scaring warlike chieftains out of their wits.
But on his way back every effort was made to detain him as a slave till he should die, or, as the kings phrased it, "for ever and for ever."
All this resulted in very slow progress indeed in his backward journey, and const.i.tuted a far greater danger than even that from wild beasts.
As an instance of how quickly an African chief can change his tactics, I may tell you of a really warlike tribe whom Harry encountered, who dwelt among the hills in the middle of a vast forest land.
At first the chief of this clan hardly knew how kind to be to Harry and his people. He feted them and feasted them, brought presents of roasted goat-flesh, of honey, fruit, and of cocoanut beer. Harry much preferred the feasts to the fetes, for these hardly ever pa.s.sed without a human sacrifice. He could not tell whether the victims were political offenders or not.
However that may be, had the doomed wretches been simply beheaded it would not have been so awful, but they were first tortured.
In one instance a living chain was made by tying seven unhappy beings head to heels. The tallest branch of a kind of lithe poplar tree was then by great force bent to the ground. To this the living, writhing chain was attached; the branch was then let suddenly free, and up the victims swung.
It is to be hoped they did not suffer long, but they appeared to.
I would not horrify my young readers by describing the orgies that took place at some of those dreadful fetes. The little I have said will surely suffice to make them thank G.o.d they are born in a favoured land, and to pray the Father to hasten the time when the dark continent shall be opened up to commerce, and all such dreadful scenes become things of the gloomy past.
But this chief, when he found that Harry was determined to go, turned his back upon him, and went and shut himself up for a whole day in his tent.
The wanderer well knew what this meant. He knew the chief would send for him next day and give him an ultimatum, and on his refusing compliance therewith would at once slay his followers and put Harry in chains.
But Harry determined to take time by the forelock, and to escape that very evening.
He communicated his intentions to his people, and all were ready. No one slept, though all pretended to.
The night was very dark; a storm was brewing; the sky was covered with a deep, solid canopy of slowly moving clouds, but never a star was visible.
About midnight, when all was still in the camp, Harry arose and touched his men. They knew the signal. He then crawled to the back of the tent and with his knife cut a hole in it and crept out. On their hands and their knees they glided along till they came to the palisade, which they proceeded to mount one by one.
Here lay the greatest danger, and this was soon apparent enough, for the last man stumbled, and slight though the sound he made was, it was quite sufficient to awake the whole camp.
As the fugitives bounded away to the forest Harry thanked Heaven for the darkness of that dismal night.
They could soon hear the yells of the foe as they pressed onwards in pursuit.
They would reach the shelter of the trees in another minute, but one dark form was before all the rest, and was nearing on the guide when Harry fired.
It was a random shot, but the savage fell: the first man that Harry had killed in Africa, and he felt grieved, but still it was in self-defence.
They found themselves in a ravine, and crossed the stream at a place where, from the noise it made among the stones, they could tell it was not deep.
Now the road lay along this glen--such road as it was--but the fugitives went straight on up the mountain side. The hills here were fully three thousand feet high, but they reached the top at last, and felt safe, for far down beneath them, but well up the glen, they heard the shouts of the chief"s people and knew they were off the scent. Then the storm came on, and such a storm! From hill to hill and from rock to rock the thunder rattled and reverberated, while as for the lightning the whole world seemed to be on fire.
Down below them in the forest the scene was singularly grand, for by the light of the flashes they could see each moment the giant tree-tops stand out as clear and distinctly as at midday. Anon they would find themselves blinded or dazzled for a moment, everything about them being either a dark bright blue, dotted with sparks, or a blood-red or crimson.
The very hills on which they stood appeared to shake beneath their feet.
Then came the rain; it descended in streams, and made every one shiver, so ice-cold was it.
But in less than an hour this strange but fearful storm had pa.s.sed away on the wings of a moaning wind, and the stars shone forth.
They found a cave in which to rest that night, and next day continued the journey through the forest.
To his change of raiment, despite the modest demands of many a savage chief or king, Harry had resolutely stuck, so he did not suffer from the drenching.
Yes, he had a change of raiment, but not one single b.u.t.ton or inch of gold lace on his uniform jackets.
Both b.u.t.tons and lace had long since been gifted away.
About this stage of his wanderings Harry was as tough in muscle as if he had been made of guttapercha, while his hands and face were of a colour somewhat between brick-dust and bronze.
Another month found the little band back once more in the village of the dismal swamp.
The poor creatures there seemed, if anything, glad to see them. On making inquiry, it was found that no more lions had sought to molest them since the man-eater had been shot.
Harry rested here a night, resolving to push on next day, and by a forced march get quite clear of the marsh.
But lo! next day not only the swamp but the village itself was enveloped in a dark, wet mist, and the day wore away without the sun once appearing.