"Who"s got a piece o" lookin"-gla.s.s!" continued Quaco, turning his glance interrogatively around the hut. "Good," he exclaimed, as the sparkle of a piece of broken mirror came under his eyes; "here"s the thing itself!
"Now, lookee hyar!" resumed he, taking the bit of gla.s.s from the place where it had been deposited, and rubbing its surface with a piece of rag: "you see thar"s ne"er a speck upon it?"
The others, still held silent by surprise, made answer only by nodding their a.s.sent.
"Wal, now," continued Quaco, "watch me a bit."
Placing the smooth surface of the mirror to the mute lips, he held it there for a minute or more; and then, turning, he raised it up, and held it close to the light of the lamp.
"Ye see," he cried, triumphantly pointing to a white filmy bloom that appeared upon the gla.s.s, partially obscuring its sheen, "that"s her breath! She no gone dead, else how she hab breath?"
His listeners were too excited to make reply. Only by exclamations did they signify their a.s.sent to the truth of his hypothesis.
"Ho!" exclaimed Quaco, suddenly dropping the bit of gla.s.s, and clutching hold of a phial that lay upon the floor--now for the first time noticed.
"What we got here?" continued he, drawing the cork with his teeth, and thrusting the neck up his wide nostril. "Sleepin" draugh"! I thought so. So this is the spell that"s put the young buckra lady to rest.
Well, there"s another that"ll wake her, if I can only find it. It"s boun" be hya, somewheres about; and if I can git my claws on it, I"ll make this hya young creatur" talk to ye in less than ten minutes!"
So saying, the colossus commenced searching around the hut, looking into the numerous c.h.i.n.ks and crannies with which both walls and roof were provided.
Restrained by surprise, blended with hopeful antic.i.p.ation, neither Herbert nor Cubina offered to interrupt his actions, by word or gesture.
Both remained in their respective places--silently but anxiously awaiting the event.
Volume Three, Chapter XLI.
QUACO TURNED MYAL-MAN.
To Herbert Vaughan it was a moment of tumultuous emotions--joy springing up in the midst of utter woe. That his cousin still breathed he could not doubt; that she lived he was only too ready to believe. Though mystified beyond measure by what appeared the perfect semblance of death, the words of Quaco had given him some clue to a remarkable mystery--at the same time inspiring him with the belief that in that motionless form the soul was yet present. Her breathing upon the mirror had made him sure of it.
The mystery to which Quaco"s speeches had introduced him was that of _myalism_. In this the Maroon lieutenant claimed to have skill almost equalling the regular professors of the art. In addition to being Cubina"s deputy on all important occasions, Quaco was the doctor of the band; and in his medical experience he had picked up some knowledge of the system of Obeah--more especially of the trick by which, in the belief of the ignorant, a dead body can be brought to life again--that dread secret of the Coromantee charlatan, known in the West Indies as _myalism_.
"Only a sleep-spell," said Quaco, still continuing his search; "nothin"
more than that--a draught given her by the myal-doctor. I know it well enough; and I knows what"ll make all right again; though "ithout that she"d come to of herself. A-ha! hyar it is! hyar"s the anecdote!"
A small bottle glistened between his fingers; which in another instant was uncorked and brought in contact with his nostrils.
"Yes, dis is the stuff that"s a-goin" to countrack that spell. In "less "n ten minutes" time you see her wake up, brisk as ebber she been in her life. Now, young master, if you jess hold up the young lady"s head while I spill a drop or two down her throat--It must go down to do her good."
Herbert, with joyful willingness, obeyed the request; and the beautiful head once more received the support of his arm.
Quaco, with all the gentleness of which his huge, coa.r.s.e fingers were capable, parted the pale lips; and, inserting the neck of the phial, poured out a portion of its contents into the mouth of the sleeper.
This done, he held the bottle for some minutes to her nostrils; and then, laying it aside, he commenced chafing her hands between his own broad, corrugated palms.
With heart wildly beating, and eyes alternately scanning the face of Quaco and the countenance of the silent sleeper, Herbert made no effort to conceal his terrible solicitude.
It would have been far more terrible, but for the confident manner of the negro, and the triumphant tone in which he predicted the result.
Scarce five minutes had elapsed from the time of administering the antidote--to Herbert they appeared fifty--when the bosom of the sleeper was seen to swell upward; at the same time that a sigh, just audible, escaped from her lips!
Herbert could no longer restrain his emotions. With a cry of supreme joy, he bent his face nearer to that of the young girl, and pressed his lips to hers, at the same time gently murmuring her name.
"Be quiet, young master!" cautioned Quaco, "else you may keep her longer from wakin" up. Hab patience. Leave the anecdote to do its work.
"Tan"t goin" to be very long."
Herbert, thus counselled, resumed his former att.i.tude; and remained silently but earnestly gazing upon the beautiful face, already showing signs of re-animation.
As Quaco had predicted, the "anecdote" was not long in manifesting its effects. The bosom of the young girl began to rise and fall in quick spasmodic motion, showing that respiration was struggling to return; while, at shorter intervals, sighs escaped her, audible even amidst the sounds, so similar, heard from without.
Gradually the undulations of the chest became more regular and prolonged, and the lips moved in soft murmuring--as when one is endeavouring to hold converse in a dream!
Each instant these utterances became more distinct. Words could be distinguished; and, among others, one that filled the heart of Herbert with happiness indescribable--his own name!
Despite the prudent counsel of Quaco, he could no longer restrain himself; but once more imprinting a fervent kiss upon the lips of his beloved cousin, responded to her muttering by loudly p.r.o.nouncing her name, coupled with words of love and exclamations of encouragement.
As if his voice had broken the charm--dispelling the morphine from out her veins--the eyes of the young girl all at once opened.
The long, crescent-shaped lashes displayed through their parting those orbs of lovely light, brown as the berry of the _theobroma_, and soft as the eyes of a dove.
At first their expression was dreamy--unconscious--as if they shone without seeing--looked without recognising.
Gradually this appearance became changed. The spark of recognition betrayed itself fast spreading over pupil and iris--until at length, it kindled into the full flame of consciousness.
Close to hers was the face of which she had been dreaming. Looking into hers were those eyes she had beheld in her sleep, and with that same glance with which, in her waking hours, they had once regarded her--that glance so fondly remembered!
Again was it fixed upon her; but no longer in silence, and unexplained.
Now it was accompanied by words of love--by phrases of endearment-- spoken with all the wild _abandon_ of an impa.s.sioned heart.
"Herbert! cousin!" she exclaimed as soon as speech was restored to her.
"It is you? Where am I? No matter, since you are by me. It is your arm that is around me?"
"Yes, dearest cousin--never more to part from this sweet embrace. Oh, speak to me! Tell me that you live!"
"Live? Ah! you thought me dead? I thought so myself. That horrid monster! He is gone? I see him not here! Oh! I am saved! It is you, Herbert? you who have delivered me from worse than death?"
"Mine is not the merit, cousin. This brave man by my side--it is he to whom we are both indebted for this deliverance."
"Cubina! and Yola?--poor Yola? She, too, has escaped? Oh! it is a fearful thing. I cannot comprehend--"
"Dearest cousin! think not of it now. In time you shall understand all.
Know that you are safe--that all danger is past."
"My poor father! if he knew--Chakra alive--that fearful monster!"
Herbert was silent, Cubina, at the same time, withdrawing from the hut to give some orders to his followers.
"Ah, cousin, what is that upon your breast?" inquired the young girl, innocently touching the object with her fingers. "Is it not the ribbon you took from my purse? Have you been wearing it all this time?"
"Ever since that hour! Oh, Kate! no longer can I conceal the truth. I love you! I love you! I have heard. But tell me, dearest cousin!-- with your own lips declare it--do you return my love?"