"I"m very fond of an exploration, Quashy," he said, dipping his paddle softly, and working gently, for there was so little current that it seemed more like the narrows of a lake than a stream.
"Yes, I"s bery fond ob "sploration too, ma.s.sa," replied the negro, with a self-satisfied nod. "It am so nice not to know whar you"s gwine to, or whar you"s comin" to, or who"s dar, or who"s not dar, or what fish"ll turn up, or what beast"ll turn down, or what nixt--oh! it _am_ so jolly!
what you sn.i.g.g.e.rin" at, you dirty leetle cub?"
The question was put to the Indian boy, who seemed much amused by something he saw up among the trees.
Looking up they saw at least a dozen red monkeys grinning at them, and one of these--a small one--was hanging on by its father"s tail.
"Oh! shoot! shoot!" cried Quashy to Lawrence, opening his great eyes eagerly. "Dey"s _so_ good to eat!"
"No, Quash, I won"t shoot. We have shot enough of fat ducks to feed us all for one or two days at least. Besides, I can"t bear to kill monkeys. It feels so like committing murder."
While he was yet speaking, Leetle Cub had taken up the long lance-like stick before mentioned and pointed it at the monkeys. It was a blow-pipe. Before Lawrence could interfere, the short arrow with which it was charged had sped on its mission with deadly aim, and the smallest monkey, relaxing its hold of the paternal tail, fell without even a cry into the water--shot through the heart.
Lawrence said nothing, but, resolving that if the boy should attempt such another shot, he would disturb his aim, he dipped his paddle vigorously, and pushed up the river.
Coming at last to an open s.p.a.ce where the stream widened into something like a little pond, they observed an erection of timber on the bank which aroused their curiosity. It also seemed to arouse the Cub"s interest, for he made somewhat excited signs that he wished to land there. Willing to humour him, they ran the canoe on the beach. Leetle Cub jumped out at once, and, taking up the anchor-like piece of wood before mentioned, went with it towards the timber erection.
"I do believe it is an alligator-hook," said Lawrence.
"Das a fact," said Quashy, "we"ll washum," (by which he meant, "we"ll watch him!")
It was indeed interesting to watch that little fellow--who was evidently in all respects a thorough chip of the old block--as he went about his work, quietly, yet with an undercurrent of excitement which he was not entirely able to conceal. He took his bow and arrows, as well as the blow-pipe, on sh.o.r.e, and laid them at his side, so as to be ready at hand in case of emergency, while he baited the alligator-hook with the dead monkey.
The hook was simple. It consisted of four pieces of tough hard wood, about a foot long, and the thickness of a man"s thumb. These were tied to the end of a stout rope made of raw hide, and so arranged that their points were directed backwards, and curved somewhat outwards--thus forming as it were four huge barbs. The dead monkey was placed on and around this horrible hook--if we may so term it. The delicate morsel was then attached to the end of a pole which stretched over the stream, so that the bait, when fixed, remained suspended just above the water.
The slack of the rope was then made fast to a tree. Thus the arrangement was such as to compel the alligator to raise himself well out of the water to obtain his mouthful.
While Leetle Cub was engaged in erecting this c.u.mbrous machine, a young alligator, about a foot long, crawled out from under some leaves on the bank close to him. The urchin saw it instantly, seized his bow, and in a moment transfixed it with an arrow. The fury of the little creature, infant though it was, seemed tremendous. It turned round, snapping viciously at the arrow, and would probably have escaped with it into the water if another shot from the same unerring hand had not terminated its career.
After setting his line, the Cub carried the little alligator to the canoe, and put it carefully therein.
"Das what dey make de soup ob," said Quashy.
"The ragout, you mean."
"Dun" know what"s a ragoo, ma.s.sa. We calls it soup. Anyhow, it"s bery good."
"Yes, Quash, it"s not bad. But look there, our daring and expert young hunter evidently wants us to land, for he is pointing to the bush.
Shall we go?"
"P"r"aps it"s as well, ma.s.sa. Ob course no alligator"s sitch a fool as swaller dat little mout"ful when we"s a-lookin" at it. I s"pose Leetle Cub wants us to go away, an" gib "em a chance."
Having made up their minds to gratify the little fellow, they landed and accompanied him into the woods. He seemed quite to expect that they would do so and follow his lead. He set off at a smart pace in advance of them, carrying his bow on his shoulder. Lawrence was well repaid by this walk, because it led him into and through scenery of a more striking and beautiful character than he had yet seen of its kind. In many places the trees formed long aisles and vaulted colonnades and arches so regular that it seemed as though they had been planted by the hand of man. Elsewhere the chaos of tree and shrub, flower and fern and twining root was so indescribable, that it seemed as if chance and haphazard had originated it all; but the mind of our hero was cast, if we may say so, in too logical a mould to accept such an absurd origin for anything.
"My Father made it all," he said, mentally, with a glow of enthusiasm; "and although, like a little child gazing at an intricate machine, I see not the order or arrangement, certain am I that both _must_ be there."
Between the tree-stems they saw ant-hills fully five or six feet high.
From the trees hung thousands of orchids of various colours, and so attractive was the aspect of things overhead, that Lawrence was more than once tripped up by the long tangled gra.s.ses through which, in some parts, they had to push their way. Of course, there were plenty of parrots and monkeys and other creatures to make the forest lively.
Indeed, in some parts there seemed a prospect of its becoming still more lively, for their little guide pointed out in soft places the footprints of tapirs and jaguars, which seemed to be quite fresh. Lizards innumerable crossed their path at every point; snakes were seen gliding out of their way--a fortunate tendency on the part of most snakes!--and the woods resounded with the singing of the yapu, a bird something like a blackbird, with yellow tips to its wings, and somewhat like the mocking-bird in that it imitated every other bird in the forest.
Whether there is jealousy between the yapu and the parrot we have not been able to ascertain, but if birds are like men in their sentiments, we fear it is more than probable. Unlike man, however, the yapu prefers to sing upside-down, swinging the while from the branch of a tree, and ruffling its plumage.
"Hallo! ma.s.sa. Look dar!" said Quashy, pointing with intense surprise at a neighbouring tree-stem. "Did you ebber see a crab climbin" up a tree?"
"I certainly never did," replied Lawrence, as he looked in the direction indicated, where he saw, not a crab indeed, but a monstrous hairy spider as large as a goodly-sized crab. Stepping forward to examine the creature, he was surprised to have his hat twitched off his head, and found that it was the web of the said spider which had done it!
Afterwards he learned that the spider in question subsists by catching little birds, and that its bite is not so venomous as that of a smaller kind which abounds in the woods there. Not being desirous of testing the creature"s power in that way at the time, he contented himself with inspecting it, and listening to a learned dissertation on spiders in general from Quashy, as he afterwards walked on.
Good fortune seemed to smile on them that day, for they had not advanced a hundred yards further when two large jaguars crossed their path. It is probable that they did not see the hunters, for they did not look up, but, gliding cat-like into the jungle, quickly disappeared.
Perhaps it was fortunate that Lawrence and his man recovered their presence of mind when too late, for if they had fired hastily and only wounded the creatures, it might have brought to an abrupt end their terrestrial career. As it was. Quashy recovered with a gasp, drew his two double-barrelled pistols, which in his eagerness he neglected to c.o.c.k, and, with one in each hand, rushed yelling after the jaguars.
Lawrence c.o.c.ked his gun and followed at a smart, though more sedate, pace. Leetle Cub, who probably thought them both fools, ran after them with a broad grin on his dingy countenance.
We need scarcely say that the pursuit was useless. Quashy returned in a few minutes with labouring breath, and streaming at every pore.
Lawrence, scarcely less blown, sat down on a fallen tree and laughed when his lungs permitted. Of course he was joined by the sympathetic black, echoed by the small boy, and imitated--not badly--by a number of parrots which wisely availed themselves of the rare opportunity to learn a lesson from man!
As they advanced the path became more enc.u.mbered and difficult to traverse, so they determined to return. Their little guide, however, seemed to object very strongly, and made wonderful gesticulations in his efforts to induce them to go on. Lawrence, however, remained firm.
Seeing at last that his followers had determined to rebel, the Cub gave up trying to influence them, scooped a quant.i.ty of wild honey out of a hole in a tree, and, sitting down in a half-sulky mood, sought to console himself by eating the same.
"Come, we"ll follow you in that, at all events," said Lawrence, seating himself beside the child and regaling himself with the sweet food.
Quashy followed his example with right good-will.
When their modest meal was over they returned to the river. The little boy, on nearing it, ran anxiously forward in advance, and soon they perceived by his frantic gesticulations and shouts that something of interest awaited them there.
"He"s cotched!" cried Quashy, and darted off as if shot from a catapult.
Lawrence followed, using his long legs to such advantage that he was not far behind his man; for although gifted with greater powers of self-restraint than Quashy, our hero was not a whit behind him in strong enthusiasm.
They found that an alligator--not, indeed, of the largest size, but nevertheless about six or seven feet long--had swallowed the monkey, and was tugging at the rope like a mad thing--turning round and round in its rage, and smacking the water with its resounding tail.
Instantly they all laid hold of the rope, and began to drag it towards the bank.
"How shall we manage to kill it?" said Lawrence, as the monster came close in.
"Stick "im! shot "im! hang "im. Nebber mind dat. Git "im fust,--kill "im arter," gasped the negro, as he strained at the rope, ably seconded by his comrades.
It was a hard tussle, and might have been unsuccessful if Lawrence and Quashy had not possessed more than average physical strength. As it was, they pulled the monstrous animal just near enough to get his head clear of the water, and then, putting several b.a.l.l.s into him, killed him outright.
"Plenty ragoo now, ma.s.sa!" exclaimed the negro, with a broad grin, after they had stowed the carca.s.s in the canoe.
"Yes, Quash, more than enough."
Leetle Cub seemed to have his mind running in the same direction, for he eyed the alligator with longing looks, and licked his lips expressively as they re-entered the canoe, shoved off, and directed the bow homeward.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN.
AN UNEXPECTED ATTACK AND AN UNLOOKED-FOR ARRIVAL.
Thus excitingly, and, we presume, pleasantly, pa.s.sed the time at Tiger"s hut during three days.