Stories by English Authors: Africa.
by Various.
THE MYSTERY OF SASa.s.sA VALLEY, By A. Conan Doyle
Do I know why Tom Donahue is called "Lucky Tom"? Yes, I do; and that is more than one in ten of those who call him so can say. I have knocked about a deal in my time, and seen some strange sights, but none stranger than the way in which Tom gained that sobriquet, and his fortune with it. For I was with him at the time. Tell it? Oh, certainly; but it is a longish story and a very strange one; so fill up your gla.s.s again, and light another cigar, while I try to reel it off. Yes, a very strange one; beats some fairy stories I have heard; but it"s true, sir, every word of it. There are men alive at Cape Colony now who"ll remember it and confirm what I say. Many a time has the tale been told round the fire in Boers" cabins from Orange state to Griqualand; yes, and out in the bush and at the diamond-fields too.
I"m roughish now, sir; but I was entered at the Middle Temple once, and studied for the bar. Tom--worse luck!--was one of my fellow-students; and a wildish time we had of it, until at last our finances ran short, and we were compelled to give up our so-called studies, and look about for some part of the world where two young fellows with strong arms and sound const.i.tutions might make their mark. In those days the tide of emigration had scarcely begun to set in toward Africa, and so we thought our best chance would be down at Cape Colony. Well,--to make a long story short,--we set sail, and were deposited in Cape Town with less than five pounds in our pockets; and there we parted. We each tried our hands at many things, and had ups and downs; but when, at the end of three years, chance led each of us up-country and we met again, we were, I regret to say, in almost as bad a plight as when we started.
Well, this was not much of a commencement; and very disheartened we were, so disheartened that Tom spoke of going back to England and getting a clerkship. For you see we didn"t know that we had played out all our small cards, and that the trumps were going to turn up. No; we thought our "hands" were bad all through. It was a very lonely part of the country that we were in, inhabited by a few scattered farms, whose houses were stockaded and fenced in to defend them against the Kaffirs.
Tom Donahue and I had a little hut right out in the bush; but we were known to possess nothing, and to be handy with our revolvers, so we had little to fear. There we waited, doing odd jobs, and hoping that something would turn up. Well, after we had been there about a month something did turn up upon a certain night, something which was the making of both of us; and it"s about that night, sir, that I"m going to tell you. I remember it well. The wind was howling past our cabin, and the rain threatened to burst in our rude window. We had a great wood fire crackling and sputtering on the hearth, by which I was sitting mending a whip, while Tom was lying in his bunk groaning disconsolately at the chance which had led him to such a place.
"Cheer up, Tom--cheer up," said I. "No man ever knows what may be awaiting him."
"Ill luck, ill luck, Jack," he answered. "I always was an unlucky dog.
Here have I been three years in this abominable country; and I see lads fresh from England jingling the money in their pockets, while I am as poor as when I landed. Ah, Jack, if you want to keep your head above water, old friend, you must try your fortune away from me."
"Nonsense, Tom; you"re down in your luck to-night. But hark! Here"s some one coming outside. d.i.c.k Wharton, by the tread; he"ll rouse you, if any man can."
Even as I spoke the door was flung open, and honest d.i.c.k Wharton, with the water pouring from him, stepped in, his hearty red face looming through the haze like a harvest-moon. He shook himself, and after greeting us sat down by the fire to warm himself.
"Where away, d.i.c.k, on such a night as this?" said I. "You"ll find the rheumatism a worse foe than the Kaffirs, unless you keep more regular hours."
d.i.c.k was looking unusually serious, almost frightened, one would say, if one did not know the man. "Had to go," he replied--"had to go. One of Madison"s cattle was seen straying down Sasa.s.sa Valley, and of course none of our blacks would go down _that_ valley at night; and if we had waited till morning, the brute would have been in Kaffirland."
"Why wouldn"t they go down Sasa.s.sa Valley at night?" asked Tom.
"Kaffirs, I suppose," said I.
"Ghosts," said d.i.c.k.
We both laughed.
"I suppose they didn"t give such a matter-of-fact fellow as you a sight of their charms?" said Tom, from the bunk.
"Yes," said d.i.c.k, seriously, "yes; I saw what the n.i.g.g.e.rs talk about; and I promise you, lads, I don"t want ever to see it again."
Tom sat up in his bed. "Nonsense, d.i.c.k; you"re joking, man! Come, tell us all about it; the legend first, and your own experience afterward.
Pa.s.s him over the bottle, Jack."
"Well, as to the legend," began d.i.c.k. "It seems that the n.i.g.g.e.rs have had it handed down to them that Sasa.s.sa Valley is haunted by a frightful fiend. Hunters and wanderers pa.s.sing down the defile have seen its glowing eyes under the shadows of the cliff; and the story goes that whoever has chanced to encounter that baleful glare has had his after-life blighted by the malignant power of this creature. Whether that be true or not," continued d.i.c.k, ruefully, "I may have an opportunity of judging for myself."
"Go on, d.i.c.k--go on," cried Tom. "Let"s hear about what you saw."
"Well, I was groping down the valley, looking for that cow of Madison"s, and I had, I suppose, got half-way down, where a black craggy cliff juts into the ravine on the right, when I halted to have a pull at my flask. I had my eye fixed at the time upon the projecting cliff I have mentioned, and noticed nothing unusual about it. I then put up my flask and took a step or two forward, when in a moment there burst, apparently from the base of the rock, about eight feet from the ground and a hundred yards from me, a strange, lurid glare, flickering and oscillating, gradually dying away and then reappearing again. No, no; I"ve seen many a glow-worm and firefly--nothing of that sort. There it was, burning away, and I suppose I gazed at it, trembling in every limb, for fully ten minutes. Then I took a step forward, when instantly it vanished, vanished like a candle blown out. I stepped back again; but it was some time before I could find the exact spot and position from which it was visible. At last, there it was, the weird reddish light, flickering away as before. Then I screwed up my courage, and made for the rock; but the ground was so uneven that it was impossible to steer straight; and though I walked along the whole base of the cliff, I could see nothing. Then I made tracks for home; and I can tell you, boys, that, until you remarked it, I never knew it was raining, the whole way along. But hollo! what"s the matter with Tom?"
What indeed? Tom was now sitting with his legs over the side of the bunk, and his whole face betraying excitement so intense as to be almost painful. "The fiend would have two eyes. How many lights did you see, d.i.c.k? Speak out!"
"Only one."
"Hurrah!" cried Tom, "that"s better." Whereupon he kicked the blankets into the middle of the room, and began pacing up and down with long feverish strides. Suddenly he stopped opposite d.i.c.k, and laid his hand upon his shoulder. "I say, d.i.c.k, could we get to Sasa.s.sa Valley before sunrise?"
"Scarcely," said d.i.c.k.
"Well, look here; we are old friends, d.i.c.k Wharton, you and I. Now don"t you tell any other man what you have told us, for a week. You"ll promise that, won"t you?"
I could see by the look on d.i.c.k"s face as he acquiesced that he considered poor Tom to be mad; and indeed I was myself completely mystified by his conduct. I had, however, seen so many proofs of my friend"s good sense and quickness of apprehension that I thought it quite possible that Wharton"s story had had a meaning in his eyes which I was too obtuse to take in.
All night Tom Donahue was greatly excited, and when Wharton left he begged him to remember his promise, and also elicited from him a description of the exact spot at which he had seen the apparition, as well as the hour at which it appeared. After his departure, which must have been about four in the morning, I turned into my bunk and watched Tom sitting by the fire splicing two sticks together, until I fell asleep. I suppose I must have slept about two hours; but when I awoke Tom was still sitting working away in almost the same position. He had fixed the one stick across the top of the other so as to form a rough T, and was now busy in fitting a smaller stick into the angle between them, by manipulating which, the cross one could be either c.o.c.ked up or depressed to any extent. He had cut notches, too, in the perpendicular stick, so that, by the aid of the small prop, the cross one could be kept in any position for an indefinite time.
"Look here, Jack!" he cried, when he saw that I was awake. "Come and give me your opinion. Suppose I put this cross-stick pointing straight at a thing, and arranged this small one so as to keep it so, and left it, I could find that thing again if I wanted it--don"t you think I could, Jack--don"t you think so?" he continued, nervously, clutching me by the arm.
"Well," I answered, "it would depend on how far off the thing was, and how accurately it was pointed. If it were any distance, I"d cut sights on your cross-stick; then a string tied to the end of it, and held in a plumb-line forward, would lend you pretty near what you wanted. But surely, Tom, you don"t intend to localise the ghost in that way?"
"You"ll see to-night, old friend--you"ll see to-night. I"ll carry this to the Sasa.s.sa Valley. You get the loan of Madison"s crowbar, and come with me; but mind you tell no man where you are going, or what you want it for."
All day Tom was walking up and down the room, or working hard at the apparatus. His eyes were glistening, his cheeks hectic, and he had all the symptoms of high fever. "Heaven grant that d.i.c.k"s diagnosis be not correct!" I thought, as I returned with the crowbar; and yet, as evening drew near, I found myself imperceptibly sharing the excitement.
About six o"clock Tom sprang to his feet and seized his sticks. "I can stand it no longer, Jack," he cried; "up with your crowbar, and hey for Sasa.s.sa Valley! To-night"s work, my lad, will either make us or mar us!
Take your six-shooter, in case we meet the Kaffirs. I daren"t take mine, Jack," he continued, putting his hands upon my shoulders--"I daren"t take mine; for if my ill luck sticks to me to-night, I don"t know what I might not do with it."
Well, having filled our pockets with provisions, we set out, and, as we took our wearisome way toward the Sasa.s.sa Valley, I frequently attempted to elicit from my companion some clue as to his intentions. But his only answer was: "Let us hurry on, Jack. Who knows how many have heard of Wharton"s adventure by this time! Let us hurry on, or we may not be first in the field!"
Well, sir, we struggled on through the hills for a matter of ten miles; till at last, after descending a crag, we saw opening out in front of us a ravine so sombre and dark that it might have been the gate of Hades itself; cliffs many hundred feet shut in on every side the gloomy boulder-studded pa.s.sage which led through the haunted defile into Kaffirland. The moon, rising above the crags, threw into strong relief the rough, irregular pinnacles of rock by which they were topped, while all below was dark as Erebus.
"The Sasa.s.sa Valley?" said I.
"Yes," said Tom.
I looked at him. He was calm now; the flush and feverishness had pa.s.sed away; his actions were deliberate and slow. Yet there was a certain rigidity in his face and glitter in his eye which showed that a crisis had come.
We entered the pa.s.s, stumbling along amid the great boulders. Suddenly I heard a short, quick exclamation from Tom. "That"s the crag!" he cried, pointing to a great ma.s.s looming before us in the darkness. "Now, Jack, for any favour use your eyes! We"re about a hundred yards from that cliff, I take it; so you move slowly toward one side and I"ll do the same toward the other. When you see anything, stop and call out. Don"t take more than twelve inches in a step, and keep your eye fixed on the cliff about eight feet from the ground. Are you ready?"
"Yes." I was even more excited than Tom by this time. What his intention or object was I could not conjecture, beyond that he wanted to examine by daylight the part of the cliff from which the light came. Yet the influence of the romantic situation and my companion"s suppressed excitement was so great that I could feel the blood coursing through my veins and count the pulses throbbing at my temples.
"Start!" cried Tom; and we moved off, he to the right, I to the left, each with our eyes fixed intently on the base of the crag. I had moved perhaps twenty feet, when in a moment it burst upon me. Through the growing darkness there shone a small, ruddy, glowing point, the light from which waned and increased, flickered and oscillated, each change producing a more weird effect than the last. The old Kaffir superst.i.tion came into my mind, and I felt a cold shudder pa.s.s over me. In my excitement I stepped a pace backward, when instantly the light went out, leaving utter darkness in its place; but when I advanced again, there was the ruddy glare glowing from the base of the cliff. "Tom, Tom!" I cried.
"Ay, ay!" I heard him exclaim, as he hurried over toward me.
"There it is--there, up against the cliff!"
Tom was at my elbow. "I see nothing," said he.
"Why, there, there, man, in front of you!" I stepped to the right as I spoke, when the light instantly vanished from my eyes.
But from Tom"s e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.ns of delight it was clear that from my former position it was visible to him also. "Jack," he cried, as he turned and wrung my hand--"Jack, you and I can never complain of our luck again.
Now heap up a few stones where we are standing. That"s right. Now we must fix my sign-post firmly in at the top. There! It would take a strong wind to blow that down; and we only need it to hold out till morning. O Jack, my boy, to think that only yesterday we were talking of becoming clerks, and you saying that no man knew what was awaiting him, too! By Jove, Jack, it would make a good story!"