They made inquiries about the chances of getting ivory and were told that they were good if they went far enough into the jungle and forests, for the big beasts had penetrated farther and farther inland.
They also tried to get some news regarding the captive missionaries, but were unsuccessful nor could they learn what had become of Tomba, who had brought the dire news to civilization.
"It"s too soon to hope for anything yet," said Mr. Anderson. "Wait until we get near the country of the red pygmies."
"And then it may be too late," said Tom in a low voice.
It was two weeks after their arrival in Majumba that Tom announced that all was in readiness. The airship was in perfect working order, it was well stocked with food, arms, articles and trinkets with which to trade among the natives, spare parts for the machinery, special tools and a good supply of the chemicals needed to manufacture the lifting gas.
Of course Tom did not leave behind his electric weapon and Mr.
Durban and the others took plenty of ammunition for the ordinary rifles which they carried.
One morning, after cabling to his father that they were about to start, Tom gave a last careful look to his airship, tested the motor and dynamos, took a hasty survey of the storeroom, to see that nothing had been forgotten, and gave the word to get aboard.
They took their places in the cabin. Outside a crowd of natives, and white traders of many nationalities had gathered. Tom pulled the starting lever. The Black Hawk shot across a specially prepared starting ground, and, attaining sufficient momentum, suddenly arose into the air.
There was a cheer from the watching crowd, and several superst.i.tious blacks, who saw the airship for the first time, ran away in terror.
Up into the blue atmosphere Tom took his craft. He looked down on the city over which he was flying. Then he pointed the prow of the Black Hawk toward the heart of the dark continent.
"Off for the interior!" he murmured. "I wonder if we"ll ever get out again?"
No one could answer. They had to take their chances with the dangers and terrors of elephant land, and with the red pygmies. Yet Tom Swift was not afraid.
CHAPTER XI
ANCh.o.r.eD TO EARTH
With the voyage on the steamer, their arrival in Africa, the many strange sights of the city of Majumba, and the refitting of the airship, our friends had hardly had time to catch their breath since Tom Swift"s determination to go elephant hunting. Now, as the Black Hawk was speeding into the interior, they felt, for the first time in many weeks, that they "could take it easy," as Ned Newton expressed it.
"Thank goodness," said the bank clerk, "I can sit down and look at something for a while," and he gazed out of the main cabin windows down at the wild country over which they were then flying.
For, so swiftly had the airship moved that it was hardly any time at all before it had left Majumba far behind, and was scudding over the wilderness.
"Bless my camera," exclaimed Mr. Damon, who had brought along one of the picture machines, "bless my camera! I don"t call that much to look at," and he pointed to the almost impenetrable forest over which they then were.
"No, it isn"t much of a view," said the old elephant hunter, "but wait. You"ll soon see all you want to. Africa isn"t all like this.
There are many strange sights before us yet. But, Tom Swift, tell us how the airship is working in this climate. Do you find any difficulty managing it?"
"Not at all," answered Tom, who was in the cabin then, having set the automatic steering apparatus in the pilot house, and come back to join the others. "It works as well as it did in good old York State. Of course I can"t tell what affect the continual hot and moist air will have on the gas bag, but I guess we"ll make out all right."
"I certainly hope so," put in Mr. Anderson. "It would be too bad to be wrecked in the middle of Africa, with no way to get out."
"Oh, you needn"t worry about that," said Ned with a laugh. "If the airship should smash, Tom would build another out of what was left, and we"d sail away as good as before."
"Hardly that," answered the young inventor.
"But we won"t cross a bridge until we hear it coming, as Eradicate would say. h.e.l.lo, that looks like some sort of native village."
He pointed ahead to a little clearing in the forest, where a number of mud and gra.s.s huts were scattered about. As they came nearer they could see the black savages, naked save for a loin cloth, running about in great excitement, and pointing upward.
"Yes, that"s one of the numerous small native villages we"ll see from now on," said Mr. Durban. "Many a night have I spent in those same gra.s.s huts after a day"s hunting. Sometimes, I"ve been comfortable, and again not. I guess we"ve given those fellows a scare."
It did seem so, for by this time the whole population, including women and children, were running about like mad. Suddenly, from below there sounded a deep booming noise, which came plainly to the ears of the elephant hunters through the opened windows of the airship cabin.
"Hark! What"s that?" cried Tom, raising his hand for silence.
"Bless my umbrella! it sounds like thunder," said Mr. Damon.
"No, it"s one of their war drums," explained Mr. Durban. "The natives make large ones out of hollow trees, with animal skins stretched over the ends, and they beat them to sound a warning, or before going into battle. It makes a great noise."
"Do you think they want to fight us?" asked Ned, looking anxiously at Tom, and then toward where his rifle stood in a corner of the cabin.
"No, probably that drum was beaten by some of the native priests,"
explained the hunter. "The natives are very superst.i.tious, and likely they took us for an evil spirit, and wanted to drive us away."
"Then we"ll hustle along out of their sight," said Tom, as he went to the pilot house to increase the speed of the airship, for he had been letting it drift along slowly to enable the adventurers to view the country over which they were pa.s.sing. A few minutes later, under the increased force of the machinery, the Black Hawk left the native village, and the crowd of frightened blacks, far behind.
The travelers pa.s.sed over a succession of wild stretches of forest or jungle, high above big gra.s.sy plains, over low but rugged mountain ranges, and big rivers. Now and then they would cross some lake, on the calm surface of which could be made out natives, in big canoes, hollowed out from trees. In each case the blacks showed every appearance of fright at the sight of the airship throbbing along over their heads.
On pa.s.sing over the lake, Ned Newton looked down and cried out excitedly:
"Look! Elephants! They"re in swimming, and the natives are shooting them! Now"s our chance, Tom!"
Mr. Anderson and Mr. Durban, after a quick glance, drew back laughing.
"Those are hippopotami!" exclaimed the old elephant man. "Good hunting, if you don"t care what you shoot, but not much sport in it.
It will be some time yet before we see any elephants, boys."
Ned was rather chagrined at his mistake, but the African travelers told him that any one, not familiar with the country, would have made it, especially in looking down from a great height.
They sailed along about half a mile above the earth, Tom gradually increasing the speed of the ship, as he found the machinery to be working well. Dinner was served as they were crossing a high gra.s.sy plateau, over which could be seen bounding a number of antelopes.
"Some of those would go good for a meal," said Mr. Durban, after a pause during which he watched the graceful creatures.
"Then we"ll go down and get some for supper," decided Tom, for in that hot climate it was impossible to carry fresh meat on the airship.
Accordingly, the Black Hawk was sent down, and came to rest in a natural clearing on the edge of the jungle. After waiting until the fierce heat of noonday was over, the travelers got out their rifles and, under the leadership of Mr. Durban and Mr. Anderson, who was also an experienced hunter, they set off.
Game was plentiful, but as they could only eat a comparatively small quant.i.ty, and as it would not keep, they only shot what they needed.
Tom had his electric rifle, but hesitated to use it, as Mr. Durban and Mr. Anderson had each already bowled over a fine buck.
However, a chance came most unexpectedly, for, as they were pa.s.sing along the banks of a little stream, which was almost hidden from view by thick weeds and rank gra.s.s, there was a sudden commotion in the bushes, and a fierce wild buffalo sprang out at the party.