Six feet four inches in height was this war-Indian if an inch, and his dress was a picturesque costume of skins with the tails attached. A huge mat of hair, his own, with emu"s feathers drooping therefrom, was his only head-gear, but round his neck he wore a chain of polished pebbles, with heavy gold rings, in many of which rubies and diamonds sparkled and shone.
But, ghastly to relate, between each pebble and between the rings of gold and precious stones, was threaded a tanned human ear. More than twenty of these were there.
They had been cut from the heads of white men whom this chief--Kaloomah was his name--had slain, and the rings had been torn from their dead fingers.
This was the band then that had arrived as the sun was going down at the hut of Shooks-gee, and this was their chief.
The latter demanded food for his men, and Shooks-gee, with his trembling wife--Weenah was hidden--made haste to obey, and a great fire was lit out of doors, and flesh of the llama hung over it to roast.
But the strangest thing was this. Seated on a hardy little mule was a sad but beautiful girl--white she was, and unmistakably English. Her eyes were very large and wistful, and she looked at Kaloomah and his band in evident fear and dread, starting and shrinking from the chief whenever he came near her or spoke.
But the daintiest portion of the food was handed to her, and she ate in silence, as one will who eats in fear.
The wild band slept in the bush, a special bed of dry gra.s.s being made for the little white queen, as Kaloomah called her, and a savage set to watch her while she slept.
Next morning, when the wild chief and his braves started onwards, Shooks-gee was obliged to march along with them.
Kaloomah had need of him. That was all the explanation vouchsafed.
But this visit to the queen"s home had given Weenah"s father an insight into court life and usages that he could not otherwise have possessed.
Kaloomah"s band bore along with them huge bales of cloth and large boxes of beads. How they had become possessed of these Shooks-gee never knew, and could not guess.
The grim and haughty queen, surrounded by her body-guard of grotesque and hideous warriors with their slashed and fearful faces, and the peleles hanging in the lobes of their ears, was seated at the farther end of a great wall, and on a throne covered with the skins of wild beasts.
All in front the floor was carpeted with crimson, and her majesty sparkled with gold ornaments. A tiara of jewels encircled her brow, and a living snake of immense size, with gray eyes that never closed, formed a girdle round her waist.
In her hand she held a poisoned spear, and at her feet crouched a huge jaguar.
She was a tyrant queen, reigning over a people who, though savage, and cannibals to boot, had never dared to gainsay a word or order she uttered.
Pa.s.sionate in the extreme, too, she was, and if a slave or subject dared to disobey, a p.r.i.c.k from the poisoned spear was the reward, and he or she was dragged out into the bush to writhe and die in terrible agony.
Probably a more frightful woman never reigned as queen, even in cannibal lands.
Kaloomah, on his arrival, bent himself down--nay, but threw himself on his knees and face abjectly before her, as if he were scarcely worthy to be her footstool.
But she greeted his arrival with a smile, and bade him arise.
"Many presents have we brought," he said in the figurative language of the Indian. "Many presents to the beautiful mother of the sun. Cloth of scarlet, of blue, and of green, cloth of rainbow colours, jewels and beads, and the fire-water of the pale-faces."
"Produce me the fire-water of the pale-faces," she returned. "I would drink."
Her voice was husky, hoa.r.s.e, and horrible.
Kaloomah beckoned to a slave, and in a few minutes a cocoa-nut sh.e.l.l, filled with rum, was held to her lips.
The queen drank, and seemed happier after this. Kaloomah thought he might now venture to broach another subject.
"We have brought your majesty also a little daughter of the pale-faces!"
Then Peggy--for the reader will have guessed it was she--was led trembling in before her, and made to kneel.
But the queen"s brows had lowered when she beheld the child"s great beauty. She made her advance, and seizing her by the hand, held her at arm"s-length.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "SHE ... HELD HER AT ARM"S LENGTH"]
"Take her away!" she cried. "I can love her not. Put her in prison below ground!"
And the beautiful girl was hurried away.
To be put in prison below the ground meant to be buried alive. But Kaloomah had no intention of obeying the queen on this occasion, and the girl pale-face was conducted to a well-lighted bamboo hut and placed in charge of a woman slave.
This slave looked a heart-broken creature, but seemed kind and good, and now made haste to spread the girl"s bed of leaves on a bamboo bench, and to place before her milk of the llama, with much luscious fruit and nuts. She needed little pressing to eat, or drink, or sleep. The poor child had almost ceased to wonder, or even to be afraid of anything.
But now comes the last act in Shooks-gee"s strange story.
Two days after the arrival of the warlike band from the far north, Kaloomah had once more presented himself before the queen. He came unannounced this time, and with him were seven fierce-looking soldiers, armed to the teeth with slings and stones, with bows and arrows, and with spears.
The conversation that had ensued was somewhat as follows, being interpreted into our plain and humdrum English:--
_The Queen_. "Why advances my general and slave except on his knees, even as come the frogs?"
_Kaloomah_. "My queen will pardon me. I will not so offend again.
Your majesty has reigned long and happily."
_Q_. "True, slave."
She seized the poisoned spear as she spoke, and would have used it freely; but at a word from Kaloomah it was wrenched from her grasp.
_K_. "Your majesty"s reign has ended! The old queen must make room for the beautiful daughter of the pale-faces. Yet will your beneficence live in the person of the new queen, and in our hearts--the hearts of those who have fought for you. For we each and all shall taste of your roasted flesh!"
Then, turning quickly to the soldiers, "Seize her and drag her forth!"
he cried, "and do your duty speedily."
I must not be too graphic in my description of the scene that followed.
But the ex-queen was led to a darksome hut, and there she was speedily despatched.
That night high revelry was held in the royal camp of the cannibals.
Many prisoners were killed and roasted, and the feast was a fearful and awful one.
But not a chief was there in all that crowd who did not partake of the flesh of his late queen, while horn trumpets blared and war tom-toms were wildly beaten.
A piece of the fearful flesh was even given to the pale-face girl"s attendant, with orders that she must make her charge partake thereof.
The girl was spared this terrible ordeal, however.
But long after midnight the revelry and the wild music went on, then ceased, and all was still.