"It won"t pay to go on talking like this, though," observed Jack.
"Come, hand me the axe. I"ll fell this tree while you strike a light, Peterkin.--Be off with you, Mak.--As for Ralph, we must leave him to his note-book; I see there is no chance of getting him away from his beloved gorilla till he has torn its skin from its flesh, and its flesh from its bones."
Jack was right. I had now several long hours" work before me, which I knew could not be delayed, and to which I applied myself forthwith most eagerly, while my comrades lit the fire and prepared the camp, and Makarooroo set off on his return journey to bring up the remainder of our party.
That night, while I sat by the light of the camp-fire toiling at my task, long after the others had retired to rest, I observed the features of Jack and Peterkin working convulsively, and their hands clutching nervously as they slept, and I smiled to think of the battles with gorillas which I felt a.s.sured they must be fighting, and the enormous "bags" they would be certain to tell of on returning from the realms of dreamland to the regions of reality.
CHAPTER TWELVE.
PETERKIN"S SCHOOLDAY REMINISCENCES.
The day following that on which we shot our first gorilla was a great and memorable day in our hunting career in Africa, for on that day we saw no fewer than ten gorillas: two females, seven young ones--one of which was a mere baby gorilla in its mother"s arms--and a huge lone male, or bachelor gorilla, as Peterkin called him. And of these we killed four--three young ones, and the old bachelor. I am happy to add that I saved the lives of the infant gorilla and its mother, as I shall presently relate.
The portion of country through which we travelled this day was not so thickly wooded as that through which we had pa.s.sed the day before, so that we advanced more easily, and enjoyed ourselves much as we went along. About the middle of the day we came to a spot where there were a number of wild vines, the leaves of which are much liked by the gorilla, so we kept a sharp lookout for tracks.
Soon we came upon several, as well as broken branches and twigs, in which were observed the marks of teeth, showing that our game had been there. But we pa.s.sed from the wood where these signs were discovered, out upon an open plain of considerable extent. Here we paused, undecided as to whether we should proceed onward or remain there to hunt.
"I vote for advancing," said Peterkin, "for I observe that on the other side of this plain the wood seems very dense, and it is probable that we may find Mister Gorilla there.--What think you, Mak?"
The guide nodded in reply.
"I move," said Jack, "that as the country just where we stand is well watered by this little brook, besides being picturesque and beautiful to look upon, we should encamp where we are, and leaving our men to guard the camp, cross this plain--we three take Mak along with us, and spend the remainder of the day in hunting."
"I vote for the amendment," said I.
"Then the amendment carries," cried Jack, "for in all civilised societies most votes always carry; and although we happen to be in an uncivilised region of the earth, we must not forget that we are civilised hunters. The vote of two hunters ought certainly to override that of one hunter."
Peterkin demurred to this at once, on the ground that it was unfair.
"How so?" said I.
"In the first place," replied he, looking uncommonly wise, and placing the point of his right finger in the palm of his left hand--"in the first place, I do not admit your premises, and therefore I object to your conclusion. I do not admit that in civilised societies most votes carry; on the contrary, it too frequently happens that, in civilised societies, motions are made, seconded, discussed, and carried without being put to the vote at all; often they are carried without being made, seconded, or discussed--as when a bottle-nosed old gentleman in office chooses to ignore the rights of men, and carry everything his own way.
Neither do I admit that we three are civilised hunters; for although it is true that I am, it is well-known that you, Ralph, are a philosopher, and Jack is a gorilla. Therefore I object to your conclusion that your two votes should carry; for you cannot but admit that the vote of one hunter ought to override that of two such creatures, which would not be the case were there an equality existing between us."
"Peterkin," said I, "there is fallacy in your reasoning."
"Can you show it?" said he.
"No; the web is too much ravelled to disentangle."
"Not at all," cried Jack; "I can unravel it in a minute, and settle the whole question by proving that there does exist an equality between us; for it is well-known, and generally admitted by all his friends, and must be acknowledged by himself, that Peterkin is an a.s.s."
"Even admitting that," rejoined Peterkin, "it still remains to be proved that a philosopher, a gorilla, and an a.s.s are equal. Of course I believe the latter to be superior to both the former animals; but in consideration of the lateness of the hour, and the able manner in which you have discussed this subject, I beg to withdraw my motion, and to state that I am ready to accompany you over the plain as soon as you please."
At this point our conversation was interrupted by the shriek of a small monkey, which had been sitting all the time among the branches of the tree beneath which we stood.
"I declare it has been listening to us," cried Peterkin.
"Yes, and is shouting in triumph at your defeat," added Jack.
As he spoke, Makarooroo fired, and the monkey fell to the ground almost at our feet.
"Alas! it has paid a heavy price for its laugh," said Peterkin, in a tone of sadness.
The poor thing was mortally wounded; so much so that it could not even cry. It looked up with a very piteous expression in our faces. Placing its hand on its side, it coughed once or twice, then lying down on its back and stretching itself out quite straight, it closed its eyes and died.
I never could bear to shoot monkeys. There was something so terribly human-like in their sufferings, that I never could witness the death of one without feeling an almost irresistible inclination to weep.
Sometimes, when short of provisions, I was compelled to shoot monkeys, but I did so as seldom as possible, and once I resolved to go supperless to bed rather than shoot one whose aspect was so sad and gentle that I had not the heart to kill it. My companions felt as I did in this matter, and we endeavoured to restrain Makarooroo as much as possible; but he could not understand our feelings, and when he got a chance of a shot, almost invariably forgot our injunctions to let monkeys alone unless we were absolutely ill off for food. To do him justice, however, I must add that we were at this particular time not overburdened with provisions, and the men were much pleased to have the prospect of a roast monkey for supper.
Having given our men a little tobacco, a gift which caused their black faces to beam with delight, we shouldered our rifles and set off across the plain towards the thick wood, which was not more than five miles distant, if so much.
It was a beautiful scene, this plain with its clumps of trees scattered over it like islands in a lake, and its profusion of wild flowers. The weather, too, was delightful--cooler than usual--and there was a freshness in the air which caused us to feel light of heart, while the comparative shortness of the gra.s.s enabled us to proceed on our way with light steps. As we walked along for some time in silence, I thought upon the goodness and the provident care of the Creator of our world; for during my brief sojourn in Africa I had observed many instances of the wonderful exactness with which things in nature were suited to the circ.u.mstances in which they were placed, and the bountiful provision that was made everywhere for man and beast. Yet I must confess I could not help wondering, and felt very much perplexed, when I thought of the beautiful scenes in the midst of which I moved being inhabited only by savage men, who seemed scarcely to appreciate the blessings by which they were surrounded, and who violated constantly all the laws of Him by whom they were created. My meditations were interrupted by Jack saying--
"I cannot help wondering why that poor monkey kept so still all the time we were talking. One would think that it should have been frightened away just as we came under the tree."
"I have no doubt," said I, "that although of course it could not understand what we said, yet it was listening to us."
"I"m not so certain that it did not understand," observed Peterkin.
"You know that sailors believe that monkeys could speak if they chose, but they don"t for fear that they should be made to work!"
"Well, whatever truth there may be in that, of this I am certain, they are the most deceptive creatures that exist."
"I don"t agree with you," rejoined Peterkin. "It"s my opinion that little boys are the greatest deceivers living."
"What! _all_ little boys!" exclaimed Jack.
"No, not all. I have not so bad an opinion of the race as that. I"ve had a good deal to do with boys during my naval career, and among the middies of her Majesty"s navy I have met with as fine little chaps as one would wish to see--regular bricks, afraid of nothing (except of doing anything that would be thought sneaking or shabby), ready to dare anything--to attack a seventy-four single-handed in a punt or a b.u.mboat if need be; nevertheless, I"ve met boys, and a good many of them too, who would beat all the monkeys in Africa at sneaking and deceiving. I remember one rascal, who went to the same school with me, who was a wonderfully plausible deceiver. I can"t help laughing yet when I think of the curious way he took to free himself of the restraint of school."
"How was it?" cried Jack; "tell us about it--do."
"Well, you must know," began Peterkin, "that this boy was what Jack tars would call a `great, stupid, lubberly fellow." He was a very fair-haired, white eyelashed sort of chap, that seemed to grow at such a rate that he was always too big for his clothes, and showed an unusual amount of wrist and ankle even for a boy. Most people who met him thought him a very stupid boy at first; but those who came to know him well found that he was rather a sharp, clever fellow, but a remarkably shy dog. We called him Doddle.
"His mother was a widow, and he was an only son, and had been spoiled, of course, so that he was not put to school till he was nearly twelve years of age. He had been at several schools before coming to ours, but had been deemed by each successive schoolmaster a hopeless imbecile.
And he was so mischievous that they advised his poor mother to take him away and try if she could not instil a little knowledge into him herself. The old lady was a meek, simple body, and quite as stupid as her hopeful son appeared to be. Hearing that our master was a sharp fellow, and somewhat noted as a good manager of obstreperous boys, she brought him to our school as a last resource, and having introduced him to the master, went her way.
"It was near the end of play-hour when she brought him, so he was turned out into the playground, and stood there looking like a mongrel cur turned unexpectedly into a kennel of pointers.
"`Well, Doddle," said one of the sixth-form boys, going up to him and addressing him for the first time by the name which stuck to him ever after, `where did _you_ grow; and who cut you down and tossed you in here?"
"`Eh?" said Doddle, looking sheepish.
"`What"s your name, man, and where did you come from, and how old are you, and how far can you jump without a race? and in fact I want to know all about you."
"`My name"s Tommy Thompson," replied the boy, `and I--"
"At that moment the bell rang, and the remainder of his sentence was drowned in the rush of the rest of us to the cla.s.sroom.