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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Stories by English Authors: Africa + +Author: Various + +Release Date: March 25, 2006 [EBook #1980] +Last Updated: September 21, 2016 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK STORIES BY ENGLISH AUTHORS: AFRICA *** + + + + +Produced by Dagny; John Bickers, Christopher Hapka and David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h2> + STORIES BY ENGLISH AUTHORS + </h2> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h1> + AFRICA + </h1> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p class="toc"> + <big><b>CONTENTS</b></big> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> <big><b>STORIES BY ENGLISH AUTHORS</b></big> + </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0002"> THE MYSTERY OF SASASSA VALLEY, By A. Conan + Doyle </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0003"> LONG ODDS, By H. Rider Haggard </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0004"> KING BEMBA’S POINT, A WEST AFRICAN STORY, By + J. Landers </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0005"> GHAMBA, By William Charles Scully </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0006"> MARY MUSGRAVE, By Anonymous </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0007"> <b>GREGORIO, By Percy Hemingway</b> </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0008"> I—AT THE PARADISO </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0009"> II—CONCERNING A DEBT </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0010"> III—OF FAILURE AND A RESOLVE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0011"> IV—CONCERNING TWO WOMEN </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0012"> V—XANTIPPE LOOKS OUT OF THE WINDOW </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0013"> VI—BABY AND JEW </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0014"> VII—XANTIPPE SPEAKS OUT </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0015"> VIII—A DESOLATE HOME-COMING </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0016"> IX—A DISCOVERY AND A CONSPIRACY </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0017"> X—AT THE HOUSE OF AMOS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0018"> XI—HUSBAND AND WIFE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0019"> XII—IN THE DESERT AND ON THE SEA </a> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h1> + STORIES BY ENGLISH AUTHORS + </h1> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h2> + THE MYSTERY OF SASASSA VALLEY, By A. Conan Doyle + </h2> + <p> + 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 glass 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. + </p> + <p> + 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 constitutions 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “Cheer up, Tom—cheer up,” said I. “No man ever knows what may be + awaiting him.” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “Nonsense, Tom; you’re down in your luck to-night. But hark! Here’s some + one coming outside. Dick Wharton, by the tread; he’ll rouse you, if any + man can.” + </p> + <p> + Even as I spoke the door was flung open, and honest Dick 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. + </p> + <p> + “Where away, Dick, 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.” + </p> + <p> + Dick 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 Sasassa Valley, and of course none + of our blacks would go down <i>that</i> valley at night; and if we had + waited till morning, the brute would have been in Kaffirland.” + </p> + <p> + “Why wouldn’t they go down Sasassa Valley at night?” asked Tom. + </p> + <p> + “Kaffirs, I suppose,” said I. + </p> + <p> + “Ghosts,” said Dick. + </p> + <p> + We both laughed. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose they didn’t give such a matter-of-fact fellow as you a sight of + their charms?” said Tom, from the bunk. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Dick, seriously, “yes; I saw what the niggers talk about; and + I promise you, lads, I don’t want ever to see it again.” + </p> + <p> + Tom sat up in his bed. “Nonsense, Dick; you’re joking, man! Come, tell us + all about it; the legend first, and your own experience afterward. Pass + him over the bottle, Jack.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, as to the legend,” began Dick. “It seems that the niggers have had + it handed down to them that Sasassa Valley is haunted by a frightful + fiend. Hunters and wanderers passing 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 Dick, ruefully, “I may have an opportunity of judging for + myself.” + </p> + <p> + “Go on, Dick—go on,” cried Tom. “Let’s hear about what you saw.” + </p> + <p> + “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?” + </p> + <p> + 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, + Dick? Speak out!” + </p> + <p> + “Only one.” + </p> + <p> + “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 Dick, and laid his hand + upon his shoulder. “I say, Dick, could we get to Sasassa Valley before + sunrise?” + </p> + <p> + “Scarcely,” said Dick. + </p> + <p> + “Well, look here; we are old friends, Dick 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?” + </p> + <p> + I could see by the look on Dick’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. + </p> + <p> + 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 cocked 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. + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “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?” + </p> + <p> + “You’ll see to-night, old friend—you’ll see to-night. I’ll carry + this to the Sasassa 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.” + </p> + <p> + 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 Dick’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. + </p> + <p> + 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 + Sasassa 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.” + </p> + <p> + Well, having filled our pockets with provisions, we set out, and, as we + took our wearisome way toward the Sasassa 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!” + </p> + <p> + 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 passage 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. + </p> + <p> + “The Sasassa Valley?” said I. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Tom. + </p> + <p> + I looked at him. He was calm now; the flush and feverishness had passed + 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. + </p> + <p> + We entered the pass, 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 mass 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?” + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “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 superstition came into my + mind, and I felt a cold shudder pass 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. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, ay!” I heard him exclaim, as he hurried over toward me. + </p> + <p> + “There it is—there, up against the cliff!” + </p> + <p> + Tom was at my elbow. “I see nothing,” said he. + </p> + <p> + “Why, there, there, man, in front of you!” I stepped to the right as I + spoke, when the light instantly vanished from my eyes. + </p> + <p> + But from Tom’s ejaculations 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!” + </p> + <p> + By this time we had firmly fixed the perpendicular stick in between the + two large stones; and Tom bent down and peered along the horizontal one. + For fully a quarter of an hour he was alternately raising and depressing + it, until at last, with a sigh of satisfaction, he fixed the prop into the + angle, and stood up. “Look along, Jack,” he said. “You have as straight an + eye to take a sight as any man I know of.” + </p> + <p> + I looked along. There beyond the farther sight was the ruddy, + scintillating speck, apparently at the end of the stick itself, so + accurately had it been adjusted. + </p> + <p> + “And now, my boy,” said Tom, “let’s have some supper and a sleep. There’s + nothing more to be done to-night; but we’ll need all our wits and strength + to-morrow. Get some sticks and kindle a fire here, and then we’ll be able + to keep an eye on our signal-post, and see that nothing happens to it + during the night.” + </p> + <p> + Well, sir, we kindled a fire, and had supper with the Sasassa demon’s eye + rolling and glowing in front of us the whole night through. Not always in + the same place, though; for after supper, when I glanced along the sights + to have another look at it, it was nowhere to be seen. The information did + not, however, seem to disturb Tom in any way. He merely remarked, “It’s + the moon, not the thing, that has shifted;” and coiling himself up, went + to sleep. + </p> + <p> + By early dawn we were both up, and gazing along our pointer at the cliff; + but we could make out nothing save the one dead, monotonous, slaty + surface, rougher perhaps at the part we were examining than elsewhere, but + otherwise presenting nothing remarkable. + </p> + <p> + “Now for your idea, Jack!” said Tom Donahue, unwinding a long thin cord + from round his waist. “You fasten it, and guide me while I take the other + end.” So saying, he walked off to the base of the cliff, holding one end + of the cord, while I drew the other taut, and wound it round the middle of + the horizontal stick, passing it through the sight at the end. By this + means I could direct Tom to the right or left, until we had our string + stretching from the point of attachment, through the sight, and on to the + rock, which it struck about eight feet from the ground. Tom drew a chalk + circle of about three feet diameter round the spot, and then called to me + to come and join him. “We’ve managed this business together, Jack,” he + said, “and we’ll find what we are to find, together.” The circle he had + drawn embraced a part of the rock smoother than the rest, save that about + the centre there were a few rough protuberances or knobs. One of these Tom + pointed to with a cry of delight. It was a roughish, brownish mass about + the size of a man’s closed fist, and looking like a bit of dirty glass let + into the wall of the cliff. “That’s it!” he cried—“that’s it!” + </p> + <p> + “That’s what?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, man, <i>a diamond</i>, and such a one as there isn’t a monarch in + Europe but would envy Tom Donahue the possession of. Up with your crowbar, + and we’ll soon exorcise the demon of Sasassa Valley!” + </p> + <p> + I was so astounded that for a moment I stood speechless with surprise, + gazing at the treasure which had so unexpectedly fallen into our hands. + </p> + <p> + “Here, hand me the crowbar,” said Tom. “Now, by using this little round + knob which projects from the cliff here as a fulcrum, we may be able to + lever it off. Yes; there it goes. I never thought it could have come so + easily. Now, Jack, the sooner we get back to our hut and then down to Cape + Town, the better.” + </p> + <p> + We wrapped up our treasure, and made our way across the hills toward home. + On the way, Tom told me how, while a law student in the Middle Temple, he + had come upon a dusty pamphlet in the library, by one Jans van Hounym, + which told of an experience very similar to ours, which had befallen that + worthy Dutchman in the latter part of the seventeenth century, and which + resulted in the discovery of a luminous diamond. This tale it was which + had come into Tom’s head as he listened to honest Dick Wharton’s + ghost-story, while the means which he had adopted to verify his + supposition sprang from his own fertile Irish brain. + </p> + <p> + “We’ll take it down to Cape Town,” continued Tom, “and if we can’t dispose + of it with advantage there, it will be worth our while to ship for London + with it. Let us go along to Madison’s first, though; he knows something of + these things, and can perhaps give us some idea of what we may consider a + fair price for our treasure.” + </p> + <p> + We turned off from the track accordingly, before reaching our hut, and + kept along the narrow path leading to Madison’s farm. He was at lunch when + we entered; and in a minute we were seated at each side of him, enjoying + South African hospitality. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” he said, after the servants were gone, “what’s in the wind now? I + see you have something to say to me. What is it?” + </p> + <p> + Tom produced his packet, and solemnly untied the handkerchiefs which + enveloped it. “There!” he said, putting his crystal on the table; “what + would you say was a fair price for that?” + </p> + <p> + Madison took it up and examined it critically. “Well,” he said, laying it + down again, “in its crude state about twelve shillings per ton.” + </p> + <p> + “Twelve shillings!” cried Tom, starting to his feet. “Don’t you see what + it is?” + </p> + <p> + “Rock-salt!” + </p> + <p> + “Rock-salt be d—d! a diamond.” + </p> + <p> + “Taste it!” said Madison. + </p> + <p> + Tom put it to his lips, dashed it down with a dreadful exclamation, and + rushed out of the room. + </p> + <p> + I felt sad and disappointed enough myself; but presently, remembering what + Tom had said about the pistol, I, too left the house, and made for the + hut, leaving Madison open-mouthed with astonishment. When I got in, I + found Tom lying in his bunk with his face to the wall, too dispirited + apparently to answer my consolations. Anathematising Dick and Madison, the + Sasassa demon, and everything else, I strolled out of the hut, and + refreshed myself with a pipe after our wearisome adventure. I was about + fifty yards from the hut, when I heard issuing from it the sound which of + all others I least expected to hear. Had it been a groan or an oath, I + should have taken it as a matter of course; but the sound which caused me + to stop and take the pipe out of my mouth was a hearty roar of laughter! + Next moment Tom himself emerged from the door, his whole face radiant with + delight. “Game for another ten-mile walk, old fellow?” + </p> + <p> + “What! for another lump of rock-salt, at twelve shillings a ton?” + </p> + <p> + “‘No more of that, Hal, an you love me,’ “ grinned Tom. “Now look here, + Jack. What blessed fools we are to be so floored by a trifle! Just sit on + this stump for five minutes, and I’ll make it as clear as daylight. You’ve + seen many a lump of rock-salt stuck in a crag, and so have I, though we + did make such a mull of this one. Now, Jack, did any of the pieces you + have ever seen shine in the darkness brighter than any fire-fly?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I can’t say they ever did.” + </p> + <p> + “I’d venture to prophesy that if we waited until night, which we won’t do, + we would see that light still glimmering among the rocks. Therefore, Jack, + when we took away this worthless salt, we took the wrong crystal. It is no + very strange thing in these hills that a piece of rock-salt should be + lying within a foot of a diamond. It caught our eyes, and we were excited, + and so we made fools of ourselves, and <i>left the real stone behind</i>. + Depend upon it, Jack, the Sasassa gem is lying within that magic circle of + chalk upon the face of yonder cliff. Come, old fellow, light your pipe and + stow your revolver, and we’ll be off before that fellow Madison has time + to put two and two together.” + </p> + <p> + I don’t know that I was very sanguine this time. I had begun, in fact, to + look upon the diamond as a most unmitigated nuisance. However, rather than + throw a damper on Tom’s expectations, I announced myself eager to start. + What a walk it was! Tom was always a good mountaineer, but his excitement + seemed to lend him wings that day, while I scrambled along after him as + best I could. + </p> + <p> + When we got within half a mile he broke into the “double,” and never + pulled up until he reached the round white circle upon the cliff. Poor old + Tom! when I came up, his mood had changed, and he was standing with his + hands in his pockets, gazing vacantly before him with a rueful + countenance. + </p> + <p> + “Look!” he said, “look!” and he pointed at the cliff. Not a sign of + anything in the least resembling a diamond there. The circle included + nothing but a flat slate-coloured stone, with one large hole, where we had + extracted the rock-salt, and one or two smaller depressions. No sign of + the gem. + </p> + <p> + “I’ve been over every inch of it,” said poor Tom. “It’s not there. Some + one has been here and noticed the chalk, and taken it. Come home, Jack; I + feel sick and tired. Oh, had any man ever luck like mine!” + </p> + <p> + I turned to go, but took one last look at the cliff first. Tom was already + ten paces off. + </p> + <p> + “Hollo!” I cried, “don’t you see any change in that circle since + yesterday?” + </p> + <p> + “What d’ ye mean?” said Tom. + </p> + <p> + “Don’t you miss a thing that was there before?” + </p> + <p> + “The rock-salt?” said Tom. + </p> + <p> + “No; but the little round knob that we used for a fulcrum. I suppose we + must have wrenched it off in using the lever. Let’s have a look at what + it’s made of.” + </p> + <p> + Accordingly, at the foot of the cliff we searched about among the loose + stones. + </p> + <p> + “Here you are, Jack! We’ve done it at last! We’re made men!” + </p> + <p> + I turned round, and there was Tom radiant with delight, and with the + little corner of black rock in his hand. At first sight it seemed to be + merely a chip from the cliff; but near the base there was projecting from + it an object which Tom was now exultingly pointing out. It looked at first + something like a glass eye; but there was a depth and brilliancy about it + such as glass never exhibited. There was no mistake this time; we had + certainly got possession of a jewel of great value; and with light hearts + we turned from the valley, bearing away with us the “fiend” which had so + long reigned there. + </p> + <p> + There, sir; I’ve spun my story out too long, and tired you perhaps. You + see, when I get talking of those rough old days, I kind of see the little + cabin again, and the brook beside it, and the bush around, and seem to + hear Tom’s honest voice once more. There’s little for me to say now. We + prospered on the gem. Tom Donahue, as you know, has set up here, and is + well known about town. I have done well, farming and ostrich-raising in + Africa. We set old Dick Wharton up in business, and he is one of our + nearest neighbours. If you should ever be coming up our way, sir, you’ll + not forget to ask for Jack Turnbull—Jack Turnbull of Sasassa Farm. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + LONG ODDS, By H. Rider Haggard + </h2> + <p> + The story which is narrated in the following pages came to me from the + lips of my old friend Allan Quatermain, or Hunter Quatermain, as we used + to call him in South Africa. He told it to me one evening when I was + stopping with him at the place he bought in Yorkshire. Shortly after that, + the death of his only son so unsettled him that he immediately left + England, accompanied by two companions, his old fellow-voyagers, Sir Henry + Curtis and Captain Good, and has now utterly vanished into the dark heart + of Africa. He is persuaded that a white people, of which he has heard + rumours all his life, exists somewhere on the highlands in the vast, still + unexplored interior, and his great ambition is to find them before he + dies. This is the wild quest upon which he and his companions have + departed, and from which I shrewdly suspect they never will return. One + letter only have I received from the old gentleman, dated from a mission + station high up the Tana, a river on the east coast, about three hundred + miles north of Zanzibar; in it he says that they have gone through many + hardships and adventures, but are alive and well, and have found traces + which go far toward making him hope that the results of their wild quest + may be a “magnificent and unexampled discovery.” I greatly fear, however, + that all he has discovered is death; for this letter came a long while + ago, and nobody has heard a single word of the party since. They have + totally vanished. + </p> + <p> + It was on the last evening of my stay at his house that he told the + ensuing story to me and Captain Good, who was dining with him. He had + eaten his dinner and drunk two or three glasses of old port, just to help + Good and myself to the end of the second bottle. It was an unusual thing + for him to do, for he was a most abstemious man, having conceived, as he + used to say, a great horror of drink from observing its effects upon the + class of colonists—hunters, transport-riders and others—amongst + whom he had passed so many years of his life. Consequently the good wine + took more effect on him than it would have done on most men, sending a + little flush into his wrinkled cheeks, and making him talk more freely + than usual. + </p> + <p> + Dear old man! I can see him now, as he went limping up and down the + vestibule, with his gray hair sticking up in scrubbing-brush fashion, his + shrivelled yellow face, and his large dark eyes, that were as keen as any + hawk’s, and yet soft as a buck’s. The whole room was hung with trophies of + his numerous hunting expeditions, and he had some story about every one of + them, if only he could be got to tell it. Generally he would not, for he + was not very fond of narrating his own adventures, but to-night the port + wine made him more communicative. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, you brute!” he said, stopping beneath an unusually large skull of a + lion, which was fixed just over the mantelpiece, beneath a long row of + guns, its jaws distended to their utmost width. “Ah, you brute! you have + given me a lot of trouble for the last dozen years, and will, I suppose to + my dying day.” + </p> + <p> + “Tell us the yarn, Quatermain,” said Good. “You have often promised to + tell me, and you never have.” + </p> + <p> + “You had better not ask me to,” he answered, “for it is a longish one.” + </p> + <p> + “All right,” I said, “the evening is young, and there is some more port.” + </p> + <p> + Thus adjured, he filled his pipe from a jar of coarse-cut Boer tobacco + that was always standing on the mantelpiece, and still walking up and down + the room, began: + </p> + <p> + “It was, I think, in the March of ‘69 that I was up in Sikukuni’s country. + It was just after old Sequati’s time, and Sikukuni had got into power—I + forget how. Anyway, I was there. I had heard that the Bapedi people had + brought down an enormous quantity of ivory from the interior, and so I + started with a waggon-load of goods, and came straight away from + Middelburg to try and trade some of it. It was a risky thing to go into + the country so early, on account of the fever; but I knew that there were + one or two others after that lot of ivory, so I determined to have a try + for it, and take my chance of fever. I had become so tough from continual + knocking about that I did not set it down at much. Well, I got on all + right for a while. It is a wonderfully beautiful piece of bush veldt, with + great ranges of mountains running through it, and round granite koppies + starting up here and there, looking out like sentinels over the rolling + waste of bush. But it is very hot,—hot as a stew-pan,—and when + I was there that March, which, of course, is autumn in this part of + Africa, the whole place reeked of fever. Every morning, as I trekked along + down by the Oliphant River, I used to creep from the waggon at dawn and + look out. But there was no river to be seen—only a long line of + billows of what looked like the finest cotton-wool tossed up lightly with + a pitchfork. It was the fever mist. Out from among the scrub, too, came + little spirals of vapour, as though there were hundreds of tiny fires + alight in it—reek rising from thousands of tons of rotting + vegetation. It was a beautiful place, but the beauty was the beauty of + death; and all those lines and blots of vapour wrote one great word across + the surface of the country, and that word was ‘fever.’ + </p> + <p> + “It was a dreadful year of illness that. I came, I remember, to one little + kraal of knobnoses, and went up to it to see if I could get some <i>maas</i> + (curdled butter-milk) and a few mealies. As I got near I was struck with + the silence of the place. No children began to chatter, and no dogs + barked. Nor could I see any native sheep or cattle. The place, though it + had evidently been recently inhabited, was as still as the bush round it, + and some guinea-fowl got up out of the prickly pear bushes right at the + kraal gate. I remember that I hesitated a little before going in, there + was such an air of desolation about the spot. Nature never looks desolate + when man has not yet laid his hand upon her breast; she is only lovely. + But when man has been, and has passed away, then she looks desolate. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I passed into the kraal, and went up to the principal hut. In front + of the hut was something with an old sheepskin <i>kaross</i> (rug) thrown + over it. I stooped down and drew off the rug, and then shrank back amazed, + for under it was the body of a young woman recently dead. For a moment I + thought of turning back, but my curiosity overcame me; so going past the + dead woman, I went down on my hands and knees and crept into the hut. It + was so dark that I could not see anything, though I could smell a great + deal, so I lit a match. It was a ‘tandstickor’ match, and burnt slowly and + dimly, and as the light gradually increased I made out what I took to be a + family of people, men, women, and children, fast asleep. Presently it + burnt up brightly, and I saw that they too, five of them altogether, were + quite dead. One was a baby. I dropped the match in a hurry, and was making + my way out of the hut as hard as I could go, when I caught sight of two + bright eyes staring out of a corner. Thinking it was a wild cat, or some + such animal, I redoubled my haste, when suddenly a voice near the eyes + began first to mutter, and then to send up a succession of awful yells. + Hastily I lit another match, and perceived that the eyes belonged to an + old woman, wrapped up in a greasy leather garment. Taking her by the arm, + I dragged her out, for she could not, or would not, come by herself, and + the stench was overpowering me. Such a sight as she was—a bag of + bones, covered over with black, shrivelled parchment. The only white thing + about her was her wool, and she seemed to be pretty well dead except for + her eyes and her voice. She thought that I was a devil come to take her, + and that is why she yelled so. Well, I got her down to the waggon, and + gave her a ‘tot’ of Cape smoke, and then, as soon as it was ready, poured + about a pint of beef-tea down her throat, made from the flesh of a blue + vilder-beeste I had killed the day before, and after that she brightened + up wonderfully. She could talk Zulu,—indeed, it turned out that she + had run away from Zululand in T’Chaka’s time,—and she told me that + all the people whom I had seen had died of fever. When they had died the + other inhabitants of the kraal had taken the cattle and gone away, leaving + the poor old woman, who was helpless from age and infirmity, to perish of + starvation or disease, as the case might be. She had been sitting there + for three days among the bodies when I found her. I took her on to the + next kraal, and gave the headman a blanket to look after her, promising + him another if I found her well when I came back. I remember that he was + much astonished at my parting with two blankets for the sake of such a + worthless old creature. ‘Why did I not leave her in the bush?’ he asked. + Those people carry the doctrine of the survival of the fittest to its + extreme, you see. + </p> + <p> + “It was the night after I had got rid of the old woman that I made my + first acquaintance with my friend yonder,” and he nodded toward the skull + that seemed to be grinning down at us in the shadow of the wide + mantel-shelf. “I had trekked from dawn till eleven o’clock,—a long + trek,—but I wanted to get on; and then had turned the oxen out to + graze, sending the voorlooper to look after them, meaning to inspan again + about six o’clock, and trek with the moon till ten. Then I got into the + waggon and had a good sleep till half-past two or so in the afternoon, + when I rose and cooked some meat, and had my dinner, washing it down with + a pannikin of black coffee; for it was difficult to get preserved milk in + those days. Just as I had finished, and the driver, a man called Tom, was + washing up the things, in comes the young scoundrel of a voorlooper + driving one ox before him. + </p> + <p> + “‘Where are the other oxen?’ I asked. + </p> + <p> + “‘Koos!’ he said, ‘Koos! (chief) the other oxen have gone away. I turned + my back for a minute, and when I looked round again they were all gone + except Kaptein, here, who was rubbing his back against a tree.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘You mean that you have been asleep, and let them stray, you villain. I + will rub your back against a stick,’ I answered, feeling very angry, for + it was not a pleasant prospect to be stuck up in that fever-trap for a + week or so while we were hunting for the oxen. ‘Off you go, and you too, + Tom, and mind you don’t come back till you have found them. They have + trekked back along the Middelburg Road, and are a dozen miles off by now, + I’ll be bound. Now, no words; go, both of you.’ + </p> + <p> + “Tom, the driver, swore and caught the lad a hearty kick, which he richly + deserved, and then, having tied old Kaptein up to the disselboom with a + riem, they took their assegais and sticks, and started. I would have gone + too, only I knew that somebody must look after the waggon, and I did not + like to leave either of the boys with it at night. I was in a very bad + temper, indeed, although I was pretty well used to these sort of + occurrences, and soothed myself by taking a rifle and going to kill + something. For a couple of hours I poked about without seeing anything + that I could get a shot at, but at last, just as I was again within + seventy yards of the waggon, I put up an old Impala ram from behind a + mimosa-thorn. He ran straight for the waggon, and it was not till he was + passing within a few feet of it that I could get a decent shot at him. + Then I pulled, and caught him half-way down the spine; over he went, dead + as a door-nail, and a pretty shot it was, though I ought not to say it. + This little incident put me into rather a better temper, especially as the + buck had rolled right against the after part of the waggon, so I had only + to gut him, fix a riem round his legs, and haul him up. By the time I had + done this the sun was down, and the full moon was up, and a beautiful moon + it was. And then there came that wonderful hush which sometimes falls over + the African bush in the early hours of the night. No beast was moving, and + no bird called. Not a breath of air stirred the quiet trees, and the + shadows did not even quiver, they only grew. It was very oppressive and + very lonely, for there was not a sign of the cattle or the boys. I was + quite thankful for the society of old Kaptein, who was lying down + contentedly against the disselboom, chewing the cud with a good + conscience. + </p> + <p> + “Presently, however, Kaptein began to get restless. First he snorted, then + he got up and snorted again. I could not make it out, so like a fool I got + down off the waggon-box to have a look round, thinking it might be the + lost oxen coming. + </p> + <p> + “Next instant I regretted it, for all of a sudden I heard a roar and saw + something yellow flash past me and light on poor Kaptein. Then came a + bellow of agony from the ox, and a crunch as the lion put his teeth + through the poor brute’s neck, and I began to understand what had + happened. My rifle was in the waggon, and my first thought was to get hold + of it, and I turned and made a bolt for it. I got my foot on the wheel and + flung my body forward on to the waggon, and there I stopped as if I were + frozen, and no wonder, for as I was about to spring up I heard the lion + behind me, and next second I felt the brute, ay, as plainly as I can feel + this table. I felt him, I say, sniffing at my left leg that was hanging + down. + </p> + <p> + “My word! I did feel queer; I don’t think that I ever felt so queer + before. I dared not move for the life of me, and the odd thing was that I + seemed to lose power over my leg, which developed an insane sort of + inclination to kick out of its own mere motion—just as hysterical + people want to laugh when they ought to be particularly solemn. Well, the + lion sniffed and sniffed, beginning at my ankle and slowly nosing away up + to my thigh. I thought that he was going to get hold then, but he did not. + He only growled softly, and went back to the ox. Shifting my head a little + I got a full view of him. He was about the biggest lion I ever saw,—and + I have seen a great many, and he had a most tremendous black mane. What + his teeth were like you can see—look there, pretty big ones, ain’t + they? Altogether he was a magnificent animal, and as I lay sprawling on + the fore tongue of the waggon, it occurred to me that he would look + uncommonly well in a cage. He stood there by the carcass of poor Kaptein, + and deliberately disembowelled him as neatly as a butcher could have done. + All this while I dared not move, for he kept lifting his head and keeping + an eye on me as he licked his bloody chops. When he had cleaned Kaptein + out he opened his mouth and roared, and I am not exaggerating when I say + that the sound shook the waggon. Instantly there came back an answering + roar. + </p> + <p> + “‘Heavens!’ I thought, ‘there is his mate.’ + </p> + <p> + “Hardly was the thought out of my head when I caught sight in the + moonlight of the lioness bounding along through the long grass, and after + her a couple of cubs about the size of mastiffs. She stopped within a few + feet of my head, and stood, and waved her tail, and fixed me with her + glowing yellow eyes; but just as I thought that it was all over she turned + and began to feed on Kaptein, and so did the cubs. There were the four of + them within eight feet of me, growling and quarrelling, rending and + tearing, and crunching poor Kaptein’s bones; and there I lay shaking with + terror, and the cold perspiration pouring out of me, feeling like another + Daniel come to judgment in a new sense of the phrase. Presently the cubs + had eaten their fill, and began to get restless. One went round to the + back of the waggon and pulled at the Impala buck that hung there, and the + other came round my way and commenced the sniffing game at my leg. Indeed, + he did more than that, for, my trouser being hitched up a little, he began + to lick the bare skin with his rough tongue. The more he licked the more + he liked it, to judge from his increased vigour and the loud purring noise + he made. Then I knew that the end had come, for in another second his + file-like tongue would have rasped through the skin of my leg—which + was luckily pretty tough—and have drawn the blood, and then there + would be no chance for me. So I just lay there and thought of my sins, and + prayed to the Almighty, and thought that, after all, life was a very + enjoyable thing. + </p> + <p> + “And then all of a sudden I heard a crashing of bushes and the shouting + and whistling of men, and there were the two boys coming back with the + cattle, which they had found trekking along all together. The lions lifted + their heads and listened, then without a sound bounded off—and I + fainted. + </p> + <p> + “The lions came back no more that night, and by the next morning my nerves + had got pretty straight again; but I was full of wrath when I thought of + all that I had gone through at the hands, or rather noses, of those four + lions, and of the fate of my after-ox Kaptein. He was a splendid ox, and I + was very fond of him. So wroth was I that, like a fool, I determined to + attack the whole family of them. It was worthy of a greenhorn out on his + first hunting-trip; but I did it nevertheless. Accordingly after + breakfast, having rubbed some oil upon my leg, which was very sore from + the cub’s tongue, I took the driver, Tom, who did not half like the job, + and having armed myself with an ordinary double No. 12 smooth-bore, the + first breech-loader I ever had, I started. I took the smooth-bore because + it shot a bullet very well; and my experience has been that a round ball + from a smooth-bore is quite as effective against a lion as an express + bullet. The lion is soft, and not a difficult animal to finish if you hit + him anywhere in the body. A buck takes far more killing. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I started, and the first thing I set to work to do was to try to + make out whereabouts the brutes lay up for the day. About three hundred + yards from the waggon was the crest of a rise covered with single + mimosa-trees, dotted about in a park-like fashion, and beyond this was a + stretch of open plain running down to a dry pan, or water-hole, which + covered about an acre of ground, and was densely clothed with reeds, now + in the sear and yellow leaf. From the farther edge of this pan the ground + sloped up again to a great cleft, or nullah, which had been cut out by the + action of the water, and was pretty thickly sprinkled with bush, among + which grew some large trees, I forget of what sort. + </p> + <p> + “It at once struck me that the dry pan would be a likely place to find my + friends in, as there is nothing a lion is fonder of than lying up in + reeds, through which he can see things without being seen himself. + Accordingly thither I went and prospected. Before I had got half-way round + the pan I found the remains of a blue vilder-beeste that had evidently + been killed within the last three or four days and partially devoured by + lions; and from other indications about I was soon assured that if the + family were not in the pan that day they spent a good deal of their spare + time there. But if there, the question was how to get them out; for it was + clearly impossible to think of going in after them unless one was quite + determined to commit suicide. Now there was a strong wind blowing from the + direction of the waggon, across the reedy pan toward the bush-clad kloof + or donga, and this first gave me the idea of firing the reeds, which, as I + think I told you, were pretty dry. Accordingly Tom took some matches and + began starting little fires to the left, and I did the same to the right. + But the reeds were still green at the bottom, and we should never have got + them well alight had it not been for the wind, which grew stronger and + stronger as the sun climbed higher, and forced the fire into them. At + last, after half an hour’s trouble, the flames got a hold, and began to + spread out like a fan, whereupon I went round to the farther side of the + pan to wait for the lions, standing well out in the open, as we stood at + the copse to-day where you shot the woodcock. It was a rather risky thing + to do, but I used to be so sure of my shooting in those days that I did + not so much mind the risk. Scarcely had I got round when I heard the reeds + parting before the onward rush of some animal. ‘Now for it,’ said I. On it + came. I could see that it was yellow, and prepared for action, when + instead of a lion out bounded a beautiful rietbok which had been lying in + the shelter of the pan. It must, by the way, have been a rietbok of a + peculiarly confiding nature to lay itself down with the lion, like the + lamb of prophecy, but I suppose the reeds were thick, and that it kept a + long way off. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I let the rietbok go, and it went like the wind, and kept my eyes + fixed upon the reeds. The fire was burning like a furnace now; the flames + crackling and roaring as they bit into the reeds, sending spouts of fire + twenty feet and more into the air, and making the hot air dance above it + in a way that was perfectly dazzling. But the reeds were still half green, + and created an enormous quantity of smoke, which came rolling toward me + like a curtain, lying very low on account of the wind. Presently, above + the crackling of the fire, I heard a startled roar, then another and + another. So the lions were at home. + </p> + <p> + “I was beginning to get excited now, for, as you fellows know, there is + nothing in experience to warm up your nerves like a lion at close + quarters, unless it is a wounded buffalo; and I got still more so when I + made out through the smoke that the lions were all moving about on the + extreme edge of the reeds. Occasionally they would pop their heads out + like rabbits from a burrow, and then, catching sight of me standing about + fifty yards out, draw them back again. I knew that it must be getting + pretty warm behind them, and that they could not keep the game up for + long; and I was not mistaken, for suddenly all four of them broke cover + together, the old black-maned lion leading by a few yards. I never saw a + more splendid sight in all my hunting experience than those four lions + bounding across the veldt, overshadowed by the dense pall of smoke and + backed by the fiery furnace of the burning reeds. + </p> + <p> + “I reckoned that they would pass, on their road to the bushy kloof, within + about five and twenty yards of me; so, taking a long breath, I got my gun + well on to the lion’s shoulder—the black-maned one—so as to + allow for an inch or two of motion, and catch him through the heart. I was + on, dead on, and my finger was just beginning to tighten on the trigger, + when suddenly I went blind—a bit of reed-ash had drifted into my + right eye. I danced and rubbed, and succeeded in clearing it more or less + just in time to see the tail of the last lion vanishing round the bushes + up the kloof. + </p> + <p> + “If ever a man was mad I was that man. It was too bad; and such a shot in + the open, too! However, I was not going to be beaten, so I just turned and + marched for the kloof. Tom, the driver, begged and implored me not to go; + but though as a general rule I never pretend to be very brave (which I am + not), I was determined that I would either kill those lions or they should + kill me. So I told Tom that he need not come unless he liked, but I was + going; and being a plucky fellow, a Swazi by birth, he shrugged his + shoulders, muttered that I was mad or bewitched, and followed doggedly in + my tracks. + </p> + <p> + “We soon got to the kloof, which was about three hundred yards in length + and but sparsely wooded, and then the real fun began. There might be a + lion behind every bush—there certainly were four lions somewhere; + the delicate question was, where. I peeped and poked and looked in every + possible direction, with my heart in my mouth, and was at last rewarded by + catching a glimpse of something yellow moving behind a bush. At the same + moment, from another bush opposite me out burst one of the cubs and + galloped back toward the burned-out pan. I whipped round and let drive a + snap-shot that tipped him head over heels, breaking his back within two + inches of the root of the tail, and there he lay helpless but glaring. Tom + afterward killed him with his assegai. I opened the breech of the gun and + hurriedly pulled out the old case, which, to judge from what ensued, must, + I suppose, have burst and left a portion of its fabric sticking to the + barrel. At any rate, when I tried to get in the new case it would only + enter half-way; and—would you believe it?—this was the moment + that the lioness, attracted no doubt by the outcry of her cub, chose to + put in an appearance. There she stood, twenty paces or so from me, lashing + her tail and looking just as wicked as it is possible to conceive. Slowly + I stepped backward, trying to push in the new case, and as I did so she + moved on in little runs, dropping down after each run. The danger was + imminent, and the case would not go in. At the moment I oddly enough + thought of the cartridge-maker, whose name I will not mention, and + earnestly hoped that if the lion got me some condign punishment would + overtake him. It would not go in, so I tried to pull it out. It would not + come out either, and my gun was useless if I could not shut it to use the + other barrel. I might as well have had no gun. Meanwhile I was walking + backward, keeping my eye on the lioness, who was creeping forward on her + belly without a sound, but lashing her tail and keeping her eye on me; and + in it I saw that she was coming in a few seconds more. I dashed my wrist + and the palm of my hand against the brass rim of the cartridge till the + blood poured from them—look, there are the scars of it to this day!” + </p> + <p> + Here Quatermain held up his right hand to the light and showed us four or + five white cicatrices just where the wrist is set into the hand. + </p> + <p> + “But it was not of the slightest use,” he went on; “the cartridge would + not move. I only hope that no other man will ever be put in such an awful + position. The lioness gathered herself together, and I gave myself up for + lost, when suddenly Tom shouted out from somewhere in my rear: + </p> + <p> + “‘You are walking on to the wounded cub; turn to the right.’ + </p> + <p> + “I had the sense, dazed as I was, to take the hint, and slewing round at + right angles, but still keeping my eyes on the lioness, I continued my + backward walk. + </p> + <p> + “To my intense relief, with a low growl she straightened herself, turned, + and bounded off farther up the kloof. + </p> + <p> + “‘Come on, inkoos,’ said Tom, ‘let’s get back to the waggon.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘All right, Tom,’ I answered. ‘I will when I have killed those three + other lions,’ for by this time I was bent on shooting them as I never + remember being bent on anything before or since. ‘You can go if you like, + or you can get up a tree.’ + </p> + <p> + “He considered the position a little, and then he very wisely got up a + tree. I wish that I had done the same. + </p> + <p> + “Meanwhile I had found my knife, which had an extractor in it, and + succeeded after some difficulty in hauling out the case which had so + nearly been the cause of my death, and removing the obstruction in the + barrel. It was very little thicker than a postage-stamp; certainly not + thicker than a piece of writing-paper. This done, I loaded the gun, bound + a handkerchief round my wrist and hand to staunch the flowing of the + blood, and started on again. + </p> + <p> + “I had noticed that the lioness went into a thick green bush, or rather + cluster of bushes, growing near the water; for there was a little stream + running down the kloof, about fifty yards higher up and for this I made. + When I got there, however, I could see nothing, so I took up a big stone + and threw it into the bushes. I believe that it hit the other cub, for out + it came with a rush, giving me a broadside shot, of which I promptly + availed myself, knocking it over dead. Out, too, came the lioness like a + flash of light, but quick as she went I managed to put the other bullet + into her ribs, so that she rolled right over three times like a shot + rabbit. I instantly got two more cartridges into the gun, and as I did so + the lioness rose again and came crawling toward me on her fore paws, + roaring and groaning, and with such an expression of diabolical fury on + her countenance as I have not often seen. I shot her again through the + chest, and she fell over on to her side quite dead. + </p> + <p> + “That was the first and last time that I ever killed a brace of lions + right and left, and, what is more, I never heard of anybody else doing it. + Naturally I was considerably pleased with myself, and having again loaded + up, I went on to look for the black-maned beauty who had killed Kaptein. + Slowly, and with the greatest care, I proceeded up the kloof, searching + every bush and tuft of grass as I went. It was wonderfully exciting work, + for I never was sure from one moment to another but that he would be on + me. I took comfort, however, from the reflection that a lion rarely + attacks a man,—rarely, I say; sometimes he does, as you will see,—unless + he is cornered or wounded. I must have been nearly an hour hunting after + that lion. Once I thought I saw something move in a clump of tambouki + grass, but I could not be sure, and when I trod out the grass I could not + find him. + </p> + <p> + “At last I worked up to the head of the kloof, which made a cul-de-sac. It + was formed of a wall of rock about fifty feet high. Down this rock + trickled a little waterfall, and in front of it, some seventy feet from + its face, was a great piled-up mass of boulders, in the crevices and on + the top of which grew ferns, grasses, and stunted bushes. This mass was + about twenty-five feet high. The sides of the kloof here were also very + steep. Well, I came to the top of the nullah and looked all round. No + signs of the lion. Evidently I had either overlooked him farther down or + he had escaped right away. It was very vexatious; but still three lions + were not a bad bag for one gun before dinner, and I was fain to be + content. Accordingly I departed back again, making my way round the + isolated pillar of boulders, beginning to feel, as I did so, that I was + pretty well done up with excitement and fatigue, and should be more so + before I had skinned those three lions. When I had got, as nearly as I + could judge, about eighteen yards past the pillar or mass of boulders, I + turned to have another look round. I have a pretty sharp eye, but I could + see nothing at all. + </p> + <p> + “Then, on a sudden, I saw something sufficiently alarming. On the top of + the mass of boulders, opposite to me, standing out clear against the rock + beyond, was the huge black-maned lion. He had been crouching there, and + now arose as though by magic. There he stood lashing his tail, just like a + living reproduction of the animal on the gateway of Northumberland House + that I have seen a picture of. But he did not stand long. Before I could + fire—before I could do more than get the gun to my shoulder—he + sprang straight up and out from the rock, and driven by the impetus of + that one mighty bound came hurtling through the air toward me. + </p> + <p> + “Heavens! how grand he looked, and how awful! High into the air he flew, + describing a great arch. Just as he touched the highest point of his + spring I fired. I did not dare to wait, for I saw that he would clear the + whole space and land right upon me. Without a sight, almost without aim, I + fired, as one would fire a snap-shot at a snipe. The bullet told, for I + distinctly heard its thud above the rushing sound caused by the passage of + the lion through the air. Next second I was swept to the ground (luckily I + fell into a low, creeper-clad bush, which broke the shock), and the lion + was on the top of me, and the next those great white teeth of his had met + in my thigh—I heard them grate against the bone. I yelled out in + agony, for I did not feel in the least benumbed and happy, like Dr. + Livingstone,—whom, by the way, I knew very well,—and gave + myself up for dead. But suddenly, at that moment, the lion’s grip on my + thigh loosened, and he stood over me, swaying to and fro, his huge mouth, + from which the blood was gushing, wide opened. Then he roared, and the + sound shook the rocks. + </p> + <p> + “To and fro he swung, and then the great head dropped on me, knocking all + the breath from my body, and he was dead. My bullet had entered in the + centre of his chest and passed out on the right side of the spine about + half way down the back. + </p> + <p> + “The pain of my wound kept me from fainting, and as soon as I got my + breath I managed to drag myself from under him. Thank heavens, his great + teeth had not crushed my thigh-bone; but I was losing a great deal of + blood, and had it not been for the timely arrival of Tom, with whose aid I + got the handkerchief from my wrist and tied it round my leg, twisting it + tight with a stick, I think that I should have bled to death. + </p> + <p> + “Well, it was a just reward for my folly in trying to tackle a family of + lions single-handed. The odds were too long. I have been lame ever since, + and shall be to my dying day; in the month of March the wound always + troubles me a great deal, and every three years it breaks out raw. I need + scarcely add that I never traded the lot of ivory at Sikukuni’s. Another + man got it—a German—and made five hundred pounds out of it + after paying expenses. I spent the next month on the broad of my back, and + was a cripple for six months after that. And now I’ve told you the yarn, + so I will have a drop of Hollands and go to bed.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + KING BEMBA’S POINT, A WEST AFRICAN STORY, By J. Landers + </h2> + <p> + We were for the most part a queer lot out on that desolate southwest + African coast, in charge of the various trading stations that were + scattered along the coast, from the Gaboon River, past the mouth of the + mighty Congo, to the Portuguese city of St. Paul de Loanda. A mixture of + all sorts, especially bad sorts: broken-down clerks, men who could not + succeed anywhere else, sailors, youths, and some whose characters would + not have borne any investigation; and we very nearly all drank hard, and + those who didn’t drink hard took more than was good for them. + </p> + <p> + I don’t know exactly what induced me to go out there. I was young for one + thing, the country was unknown, the berth was vacant, and the conditions + of it easy. + </p> + <p> + Imagine a high rocky point or headland, stretching out sideways into the + sea, and at its base a small river winding into a country that was + seemingly a blank in regard to inhabitants or cultivation; a land + continuing for miles and miles, as far as the eye could see, one expanse + of long yellow grass, dotted here and there with groups of bastard palms. + In front of the headland rolled the lonely South Atlantic; and, as if such + conditions were not dispiriting enough to existence upon the Point, there + was yet another feature which at times gave the place a still more ghastly + look. A long way off the shore, the heaving surface of the ocean began, in + anything like bad weather, to break upon the shoals of the coast. Viewed + from the top of the rock, the sea at such times looked, for at least two + miles out, as if it were scored over with lines of white foam; but lower + down, near the beach, each roller could be distinctly seen, and each + roller had a curve of many feet, and was an enormous mass of water that + hurled itself shoreward until it curled and broke. + </p> + <p> + When I first arrived on the Point there was, I may say, only one house + upon it, and that belonged to Messrs. Flint Brothers, of Liverpool. It was + occupied by one solitary man named Jackson; he had had an assistant, but + the assistant had died of fever, and I was sent to replace him. Jackson + was a man of fifty at least, who had been a sailor before he had become an + African trader. His face bore testimony to the winds and weather it had + encountered, and wore habitually a grave, if not melancholy, expression. + He was rough but kind to me, and though strict was just, which was no + common feature in an old African hand to one who had just arrived on the + coast. + </p> + <p> + He kept the factory—we called all houses on the coast factories—as + neat and clean as if it had been a ship. He had the floor of the portion + we dwelt in holystoned every week; and numberless little racks and shelves + were fitted up all over the house. The outside walls glittered with paint, + and the yard was swept clean every morning; and every Sunday, at eight + o’clock and sunset, the ensign was hoisted and lowered, and an old cannon + fired at the word of command. Order and rule were with Jackson observed + from habit, and were strictly enforced by him on all the natives employed + in the factory. + </p> + <p> + Although I have said the country looked as if uninhabited, there were + numerous villages hidden away in the long grass and brushwood, invisible + at a distance, being huts of thatch or mud, and not so high as the grass + among which they were placed. From these villages came most of our + servants, and also the middlemen, who acted as brokers between us, the + white men, and the negroes who brought ivory and gum and india-rubber from + the far interior for sale. Our trade was principally in ivory, and when an + unusually large number of elephants’ tusks arrived upon the Point for + sale, it would be crowded with Bushmen, strange and uncouth, and hideously + ugly, and armed, and then we would be very busy; for sometimes as many as + two hundred tusks would be brought to us at the same time, and each of + these had to be bargained for and paid for by exchange of cotton cloths, + guns, knives, powder, and a host of small wares. + </p> + <p> + For some time after my arrival our factory, along with the others on the + coast belonging to Messrs. Flint Brothers, was very well supplied by them + with goods for the trade; but by degrees their shipments became less + frequent, and small when they did come. In spite of repeated letters we + could gain no reason from the firm for this fact, nor could the other + factories, and gradually we found ourselves with an empty storehouse, and + nearly all our goods gone. Then followed a weary interval, during which we + had nothing whatever to do, and day succeeded day through the long hot + season. It was now that I began to feel that Jackson had become of late + more silent and reserved with me than ever he had been. I noticed, too, + that he had contracted a habit of wandering out to the extreme end of the + Point, where he would sit for hours gazing upon the ocean before him. In + addition to this, he grew morose and uncertain in his temper toward the + natives, and sometimes he would fall asleep in the evenings on a sofa, and + talk to himself at such a rate while asleep that I would grow frightened + and wake him, when he would stare about him for a little until he gathered + consciousness, and then he would stagger off to bed to fall asleep again + almost immediately. Also, his hands trembled much, and he began to lose + flesh. All this troubled me, for his own sake as well as my own, and I + resolved to ask him to see the doctor of the next mail-steamer that came. + With this idea I went one day to the end of the Point, and found him in + his usual attitude, seated on the long grass, looking seaward. He did not + hear me approach, and when I spoke he started to his feet, and demanded + fiercely why I disturbed him. I replied, as mildly as I could, for I was + rather afraid of the glittering look that was in his eyes, that I wished + to ask him if he did not feel ill. + </p> + <p> + He regarded me with a steady but softened glance for a little, and then + said: + </p> + <p> + “My lad, I thank you for your trouble; but I want no doctor. Do you think + I’m looking ill?” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed you are,” I answered, “ill and thin; and, do you know, I hear you + talk to yourself in your sleep nearly every night.” + </p> + <p> + “What do I say?” he asked eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “That I cannot tell,” I replied. “It is all rambling talk; the same things + over and over again, and nearly all about one person—Lucy.” + </p> + <p> + “Boy!” he cried out, as if in pain, or as if something had touched him to + the quick, “sit you down, and I’ll tell you why I think of her—she + was my wife.” + </p> + <p> + He moved nearer to the edge of the cliff, and we sat down, almost over the + restless sea beneath us. + </p> + <p> + “She lives in my memory,” he continued, speaking more to himself than to + me, and looking far out to the horizon, beneath which the setting sun had + begun to sink, “in spite of all I can do or think of to make her appear + base in my eyes. For she left me to go with another man—a scoundrel. + This was how it was,” he added, quickly: “I married her, and thought her + as pure as a flower; but I could not take her to sea with me because I was + only the mate of a vessel, so I left her among her own friends, in the + village where she was born. In a little cottage by herself I settled her, + comfortable and happy as I thought. God! how she hung round my neck and + sobbed when I went away the first time! and yet—yet—within a + year she left me.” And he stopped for several minutes, resting his head + upon his hands. “At first I could get no trace of her,” he resumed. “Her + friends knew nothing more of her than that she had left the village + suddenly. Gradually I found out the name of the scoundrel who had seduced + her away. He had bribed her friends so that they were silent; but I + overbribed them with the last money I had, and I followed him and my wife + on foot. I never found them, nor did I ever know why she had deserted me + for him. If I had only known the reason; if I could have been told of my + fault; if she had only written to say that she was tired of me; that I was + too old, too rough for her soft ways,—I think I could have borne the + heavy stroke the villain had dealt me better. The end of my search was + that I dropped down in the streets of Liverpool, whither I thought I had + tracked them, and was carried to the hospital with brain-fever upon me. + Two months afterward I came out cured, and the sense of my loss was + deadened within me, so that I could go to sea again, which I did, before + the mast, under the name of Jackson, in a bark that traded to this coast + here.” And the old sailor rose to his feet and turned abruptly away, + leaving me sitting alone. + </p> + <p> + I saw that he did not wish to be followed, so I stayed where I was and + watched the gray twilight creep over the face of the sea, and the night + quickly succeed to it. Not a cloud had been in the sky all day long, and + as the darkness increased the stars came out, until the whole heavens were + studded with glittering gems. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly, low down, close to the sea, a point of light flickered and + disappeared, shone again for a moment, wavered and went out, only to + reappear and shine steadily. “A steamer’s masthead light,” I thought, and + ran to the house to give the news; but Jackson had already seen the light, + and pronounced that she had anchored until the morning. At daybreak there + she was, dipping her sides to the swell of the sea as it rolled beneath + her. It was my duty to go off to her in one of the surf-boats belonging to + the factory; and so I scrambled down the cliff to the little strip of + smooth beach that served us for a landing-place. + </p> + <p> + When I arrived there I found that the white-crested breakers were heavier + than I had thought they would be. However, there was the boat lying on the + beach with its prow toward the waves, and round it were the boat-boys with + their loincloths girded, ready to start; so I clambered into the stern, or + rather—for the boat was shaped alike at stem and stern—the end + from which the steersman, or <i>patrao</i>, used his long oar. With a + shout the boys laid hold of the sides of the boat, and the next moment it + was dancing on the spent waves next to the beach. The patrao kept its head + steady, and the boys jumped in and seized the oars, and began pulling with + a will, standing up to their stroke. Slowly the heavy craft gathered way, + and approached a dark and unbroken roller that hastened toward the beach. + Then the patrao shouted to the crew, and they lay on their oars, and the + wave with a roar burst right in front of the boat, sending the spray of + its crest high above our heads. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Rema! rema forca!</i>” (“Row strongly!”) now shouted the patrao, + speaking Portuguese, as mostly all African coast natives do; and the crew + gave way. The next roller we had to meet in its strength; and save for the + steady force of the patrao’s oar, I believe it would have tossed us aside + and we would have been swept under its curving wall of water. As it was, + the good boat gave a mighty bound as it felt its force, and its stem + pitched high into the air as it slid down its broad back into the deep. + </p> + <p> + Another and yet another wave were passed, and we could now see them + breaking behind us, shutting out the beach from view. Then the last roller + was overcome, and there was nothing but the long heave of the deep sea to + contend against. Presently we arrived at the steamer, whose side towered + above us—an iron wall. + </p> + <p> + A shout came to me, pitching and lurching with the boat far below, “Come + on board at once.” But to come on board was only to be done by watching a + chance as the boat rose on the top of a roller. Taking such a one, I + seized the side-ropes, swung a moment in mid-air, and the next was on the + streamer’s clean white deck. Before me stood a tall man with black hair + and whiskers and dark piercing eyes, who asked me if I was the agent for + Flint Brothers. I answered that the agent was on shore, and that I was his + assistant. Whereupon he informed me that he had been appointed by the firm + to liquidate all their stations and businesses on the coast, and “he would + be obliged by my getting his luggage into the boat.” This was said in a + peremptory sort of way, as if he had spoken to a servant; and very much + against the grain I obeyed his orders. + </p> + <p> + That the man was new to the coast was evident, and my consolation was that + he would be very soon sick of it and pretty well frightened before he even + got on shore, for the weather was freshening rapidly, a fact of which he + appeared to take no heed. Not so the boat-boys, who were anxious to be + off. At last we started, and I soon had my revenge. As we drew near the + shore the rollers became higher and higher, and I perceived that my + gentleman clutched the gunwale of the boat very tightly, and when the + first wave that showed signs of breaking overtook us, he grew very white + in the face until it had passed. + </p> + <p> + The next one or two breakers were small, much to his relief I could see, + though he said nothing. Before he had well recovered his equanimity, + however, a tremendous wave approached us somewhat suddenly. Appalled by + its threatening aspect, he sprang from his seat and seized the arm of the + patrao, who roughly shook him off. + </p> + <p> + “My God!” he cried, “we are swamped!” and for the moment it really looked + like it; but the patrao, with a dexterous sweep of his long oar, turned + the boat’s head toward the roller. It broke just as it reached us, and + gave us the benefit of its crest, which came in over the topsides of the + boat as it passed by, and deluged every one of us. + </p> + <p> + I laughed, although it was no laughing matter, at the plight the + liquidator was now in. He was changed in a moment from the spruce and + natty personage into a miserable and draggled being. From every part of + him the salt water was streaming, and the curl was completely taken out of + his whiskers. He could not speak from terror, which the boat-boys soon + saw, for none are quicker than negroes to detect signs of fear in those + whom they are accustomed to consider superior to themselves. Familiar with + the surf, and full of mischievous fun, they began to shout and gesticulate + with the settled purpose of making matters appear worse than they were, + and of enjoying the white man’s discomfiture,—all but the patrao, + who was an old hand, and on whom depended the safety of us all. He kept a + steady lookout seaward, and stood upright and firm, grasping his oar with + both hands. With him it was a point of honour to bring the white men + intrusted to his care safely through the surf. + </p> + <p> + We waited for more than half an hour, bow on, meeting each roller as it + came to us; and by the end of that time the unfortunate liquidator had + evidently given up all hope of ever reaching the shore. Luckily, the worst + was soon to pass. After one last tremendous wave there was a lull for a + few moments, and the patrao, who had watched for such a chance, swiftly + turned the boat round, and giving the word to the crew, they pulled + lustily toward the shore. In a few minutes we were again in safety. The + boat grounded on the beach, the oars were tossed into the sea; the crew + sprang overboard; some of them seized the new arrival; I clambered on the + back of the patrao; a crowd of negroes, who had been waiting on the beach, + laid hold of the tow-rope of the boat, and it and we were landed + simultaneously on the dry sand. + </p> + <p> + Once on shore Mr. Bransome, for that was the new man’s name, rapidly + recovered his presence of mind and manner, and, by way of covering his + past confusion, remarked that he supposed the surf was seldom so bad as it + then was. I replied in an offhand way, meaning to make fun of him, that + what he had passed through was nothing, and appealed to the patrao to + confirm what I had said. That negro, seeing the joke, grinned all over his + black face; and Mr. Bransome, perceiving that he was being laughed at, + snatched a good-sized stick from a native standing near, and struck the + patrao repeatedly over the back. + </p> + <p> + In vain Sooka, for that was the patrao’s name, protested, and demanded to + know what wrong thing he had done. The agent was furious, and showered his + blows upon the black. Equally in vain I shouted that Sooka had done well + by us, and that he, Mr. Bransome, was making an enemy of a man who would + have him now and then in his power. At length Sooka took to his heels, and + sure enough, when he had got a little way off, he began to threaten + vengeance for what he had received. I sympathised with him, for I knew + what a loss to his dignity it was to be beaten without cause before his + fellows, and I feared that Mr. Bransome would indeed be sorry, sooner or + later, for what he had done. + </p> + <p> + I now suggested to him, by way of diverting his thoughts from poor Sooka, + that standing on the beach in wet clothes was the very way to catch the + coast-fever straight off, and he instantly suffered himself to be carried + up the factory. There Jackson received him in a sort of “who on earth are + you?” manner; and Mr. Bransome, clearing his throat, announced himself and + his authority, adding that he intended to make the factory a point of + departure to all the others on the coast; then, very abruptly, he + requested Jackson to prepare quarters for him without delay. + </p> + <p> + The change that came over Jackson’s face as he learned the quality of the + stranger and his requests was great. The old salt, who had been king of + his house and of the Point for so long a time, had evidently never even + thought of the probability of such an intrusion as was now presented to + him, and he was amazed at what he considered to be the unwarrantable + assurance of the stranger. However, he recovered himself smartly, and + asked the new man if he had any written credentials. + </p> + <p> + “Certainly,” replied he, pulling out a document all wet with salt water. + “Here is a letter from Messrs. Flint Brothers, of which, no doubt, you + will have a copy in your mail-bag.” + </p> + <p> + Jackson took the letter and opened it, and seemed to read it slowly to + himself. All at once he started, looked at the new agent, advanced a step + or two toward him, muttering, “Bransome, Bransome,” then stopped and asked + him in a strange constrained voice, “Is <i>your</i> name Bransome?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” replied the latter, astonished at the old man’s question. + </p> + <p> + “I knew a Bransome once,” said Jackson, steadily, “and he was a + scoundrel.” + </p> + <p> + For a moment the two men looked at each other—Jackson with a gleam + of hatred in his eyes, while Bransome had a curiously frightened + expression on his face, which blanched slightly. But he quickly resumed + his composure and peremptory way, and said, “Show me a room; I must get + these wet things off me.” + </p> + <p> + As, however, he addressed himself this time to me rather than to Jackson,—who, + indeed, regarded him no longer, but stood with the letter loose in his + hand, looking at the floor of the room, as if in deep meditation,—I + showed him into my own room, where I ordered his trunks to be brought. + These, of course, were wet; but he found some things in the middle of them + that were not more than slightly damp, and with the help of a pair of old + canvas trousers of mine he managed to make his appearance at dinner-time. + </p> + <p> + Jackson was not at the meal. He had left the house shortly after his + interview with the new agent, and had, I fancied, gone on one of his + solitary rambles. At any rate he did not return until late that night. + </p> + <p> + I thought Mr. Bransome seemed to be somewhat relieved when he saw that the + old man was not coming; and he became more affable than I had expected him + to be, and relinquished his arrogant style altogether when he began to + question me about Jackson—who he was? what had he been? how long he + had lived on the coast? To all which questions I returned cautious + answers, remembering that I was under a promise to the old man not to + repeat his story. + </p> + <p> + By the next morning, to my surprise, Jackson appeared to have become + reconciled to the fact that he had been superseded by a man who knew + nothing of the coast, and of his own accord he offered to tell Mr. + Bransome the clues to the letter-locks on the doors of the various + store-rooms; for we on the coast used none but letter-locks, which are + locks that do not require a key to open them. But Mr. Bransome expressed, + most politely, a wish that Jackson should consider himself still in charge + of the factory, at any rate until the whole estate of the unfortunate + Flint Brothers could be wound up; and he trusted that his presence would + make no difference to him. + </p> + <p> + This was a change, on the part of both men, from the manners of the + previous day; and yet I could not help thinking that each but ill + concealed his aversion to the other. + </p> + <p> + Months now slipped away, and Mr. Bransome was occupied in going up and + down the coast in a little steamer, shutting up factory after factory, + transferring their goods to ours, and getting himself much disliked by all + the Europeans under him, and hated by the natives, especially by the + boat-boys, who were a race or tribe by themselves, coming from one + particular part of the coast. He had, of course, been obliged to order the + dismissal of many of them, and this was one reason why they hated him; but + the chief cause was his treatment of Sooka, the patrao. That man never + forgave Mr. Bransome for beating him so unjustly; and the news of the deed + had travelled very quickly, as news does in savage countries, so that I + think nearly all of Sooka’s countrymen knew of the act and resented it. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Bransome was quite unaware of the antipathy he had thus created toward + himself, except so far as Sooka was concerned; and him he never employed + when he had to go off to vessels or land from them, but always went in the + other boat belonging to the factory, which was steered by a much younger + negro. In addition to humbling Sooka in this way, Bransome took the + opportunity of disgracing him whenever he could do so. Therefore, one day + when two pieces of cloth from the cargo-room were found in the boatmen’s + huts, it was no surprise to me that Sooka was at once fastened upon by Mr. + Bransome as the thief who had stolen them, and that he was tied to the + flogging-post in the middle of the yard, and sentenced to receive fifty + lashes with the cat that was kept for such a purpose, and all without any + inquiry being made. In vain did the unfortunate man protest his innocence. + A swarthy Kroot-boy from Cape Coast laid the cat on his brown shoulders + right willingly, for he also was an enemy of Sooka’s; and in a few minutes + the poor fellow’s flesh was cut and scored as if by a knife. + </p> + <p> + After the flogging was over Mr. Bransome amused himself by getting out his + rifle and firing fancy shots at Sooka, still tied to the post; that is, he + tried to put the bullets as close to the poor wretch as he could without + actually wounding him. To a negro, with his dread of firearms, this was + little short of absolute torture, and at each discharge Sooka writhed and + crouched as close to the ground as he could, while his wide-opened eyes + and mouth, and face of almost a slate colour, showed how terribly + frightened he was. To Mr. Bransome it appeared to be fine sport, for he + fired at least twenty shots at the man before he shouldered his rifle and + went indoors. Jackson said nothing to this stupid exhibition of temper, + but as soon as it was over he had Sooka released; and I knew he attended + to his wounds himself, and poured friar’s balsam into them, and covered + his back with a soft shirt—for all which, no doubt, the negro was + afterward grateful. Whether Mr. Bransome got to know of this, and was + offended at it, I do not know, but shortly afterward he ceased to live + with us. + </p> + <p> + There was between the factory and the sea, and a little to the right of + the former, a small wooden cottage which had been allowed to fall into a + dilapidated state from want of some one to live in it. This Mr. Bransome + gave orders to the native carpenters to repair and make weather-tight; and + when they had done so, he caused a quantity of furniture to be brought + from St. Paul de Loanda and placed within in it. Then he transferred + himself and his baggage to the cottage. + </p> + <p> + Jackson displayed complete indifference to this change on the part of the + agent. In fact, there had been, ever since the arrival of the latter upon + the Point, and in spite of apparent friendliness, a perceptible breach, + widening daily, between the two men. As to the reason of this I had my own + suspicions, for I had made the discovery that Jackson had for some time + past been drinking very heavily. + </p> + <p> + In addition to the brandy which we white men had for our own use, I had, + to my horror, found out that he was secretly drinking the coarse and fiery + rum that was sold to the natives; and as I remembered the mutterings and + moanings that had formerly alarmed me, I wondered that I had not guessed + the cause of them at the time; but until the arrival of Mr. Bransome, + Jackson had always kept charge of the spirits himself, and he was such a + secret old fellow that there was no knowing what he had then taken. Now + that I was aware of his failing, I was very sorry for the old sailor; for + on such a coast and in such a climate there was only one end to it; and + although I could not actually prevent him from taking the liquor, I + resolved to watch him, and if such symptoms as I had seen before again + appeared, to tell Mr. Bransome of them at all hazards. But I was too late + to prevent what speedily followed my discovery. It had come about that the + same mail-steamer that had brought out Mr. Bransome had again anchored off + the Point, and again the weather was coarse and lowering. A stiff breeze + had blown for some days, which made the rollers worse than they had been + for a long while. Both Mr. Bransome and Jackson watched the weather with + eager looks, but each was differently affected by it. Bransome appeared to + be anxious and nervous, while Jackson was excited, and paced up and down + the veranda, and kept, strange to say, for it was contrary to his late + habit, a watch upon Bransome’s every movement. + </p> + <p> + Every now and then, too, he would rub his hands together as if in eager + expectation, and would chuckle to himself as he glanced seaward. Of his + own accord he gave orders to Sooka to get both the surf-boats ready for + launching, and to make the boys put on their newest loin-cloths; and then, + when everything was in readiness, he asked Bransome if he was going off to + the steamer. + </p> + <p> + “I fear I must,” said Bransome; “but I—I don’t like the look of + those cursed rollers.” + </p> + <p> + At this Jackson laughed, and said something about “being afraid of very + little.” + </p> + <p> + “The beach is perfectly good,” he added; “Sooka knows, and Sooka is the + oldest patrao on the Point.” + </p> + <p> + And Sooka, who was standing by, made a low obeisance to the agent, and + said that “the beach lived for well,” which was his way of expressing in + English that the sea was not heavy. + </p> + <p> + At that moment a gun was fired from the steamer as a signal to be quick, + and Bransome said, “I will go, but not in that black blackguard’s boat; it + need not come,” and he went down to the beach. + </p> + <p> + It was one of Jackson’s rules that when a boat went through the surf there + should be some one to watch it, so I walked to the end of the Point to see + the agent put off. He got away safely; and I, seeing Sooka’s boat lying on + the beach, and thinking that it would be as well to have it hauled up + under the boat-shed, was on the point of returning to the factory to give + the necessary order, when, to my surprise, I saw the boat’s crew rush down + the beach to the boat and begin to push it toward the sea. + </p> + <p> + I waved my arms as a signal to them to stop, but they paid no attention to + me; and I saw them run the boat into the water, jump into her, and pull + off, all singing a song to their stroke in their own language, the sound + of which came faintly up to the top of the Point. “Stupid fellows!” I + muttered to myself, “they might have known that the boat was not wanted;” + and I was again about to turn away, when I was suddenly seized from + behind, and carried to the very edge of the cliff, and then as suddenly + released. + </p> + <p> + I sprang to one side, and turning round saw Jackson, with a look of such + savage fury on his face that I retreated a step or two in astonishment at + him. He perceived my alarm, and burst out into a fit of laughter, which, + instead of reassuring me, had the opposite effect, it was so demoniacal in + character. “Ha! ha!” he laughed again, “are you frightened?” and advancing + toward me, he put his face close to mine, peering into it with bloodshot + eyes, while his breath, reeking of spirits, poured into my nostrils. + </p> + <p> + Involuntarily I put up my arm to keep him off. He clutched it, and, + pointing with his other hand to the sea, whispered hoarsely, “What do you + hear of the surf? Will the breakers be heavier before sundown? See how + they begin to curve! Listen how they already thunder, thunder, on the + beach! I tell you they are impatient—they seek some one,” he + shouted. “Do you know,” he continued, lowering his voice again, and + speaking almost confidentially, “sooner or later some one is drowned upon + that bar?” And even as he spoke a fresh line of breakers arose from the + deep, farther out than any had been before. This much I observed, but I + was too greatly unnerved by the strange manner of Jackson to pay further + heed to the sea. It had flashed across my mind that he was on the verge of + an attack of delirium tremens, from the effects of the liquor he had been + consuming for so long, and the problem was to get him back to the house + quietly. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly a thought struck me. Putting my arm within his, I said, as coolly + as I could, “Never mind the sea, Jackson; let us have a <i>matabicho</i>” + (our local expression for a “drink”). He took the bait, and came away + quietly enough to the house. Once there, I enticed him into the + dining-room, and shutting to the door quickly, I locked it on the outside, + resolving to keep him there until Mr. Bransome should return; for, being + alone, I was afraid of him. + </p> + <p> + Then I went back to the end of the Point to look for the return of the two + boats. When I reached it I saw that the rollers had increased in size in + the short time that I had been absent, and that they were breaking, one + after another, as fast as they could come shoreward; not pygmy waves, but + great walls of water along their huge length before they fell. + </p> + <p> + A surf such as I had never yet seen had arisen. I stood and anxiously + watched through a glass the boats at the steamer’s side, and at length, to + my relief, I saw one of them leave her, but as it came near I saw, to my + surprise, that Mr. Bransome was not in the boat, and that it was not the + one that Sooka steered. Quickly it was overtaken by the breakers, but + escaped their power, and came inshore on the back of a majestic roller + that did not break until it was close to the beach, where the boat was in + safety. + </p> + <p> + Not without vague apprehension at his imprudence, but still not + anticipating any actual harm from it, I thought that Mr. Bransome had + chosen to come back in Sooka’s boat, and I waited and waited to see <i>it</i> + return, although the daylight had now so waned that I could no longer + distinguish what was going on alongside the steamer. At last I caught + sight of the boat, a white speck upon the waters, and, just as it entered + upon the dangerous part of the bar, I discerned to my infinite amazement, + that two figures were seated in the stern—a man and a woman—a + white woman; I could see her dress fluttering in the wind, and Sooka’s + black figure standing behind her. + </p> + <p> + On came the boat, impelled by the swift-flowing seas, for a quarter of an + hour it was tossed on the crests of the waves. Again and again it rose and + sank with them as they came rolling in, but somehow, after a little + further time, it seemed to me that it did not make such way toward the + shore as it should have done. + </p> + <p> + I lifted the glass to my eyes, and I saw that the boys were hardly pulling + at all, though the boat was not close to the rocks that were near the + cliff. Nor did Sooka seem to be conscious of a huge roller that was + swiftly approaching him. In my excitement I was just on the point of + shouting to warn those in the boat of their danger, although I knew that + they could not understand what I might say, when I saw Jackson standing on + the edge of the cliff, a little way off, dressed in his shirt and trousers + only. He had escaped from the house! He perceived that I saw him, and came + running up on me, and I threw myself on my guard. However, he did not + attempt to touch me, but stopped and cried: + </p> + <p> + “Did I not tell you that somebody would be drowned by those waves? Watch + that boat! watch it! it is doomed; and the scoundrel, the villain, who is + in it will never reach the shore alive!” and he hissed the last word + through his clenched teeth. + </p> + <p> + “Good God, Jackson!” I said, “don’t say that! Look, there is a white woman + in the boat!” + </p> + <p> + At the words his jaw dropped, his form, which a moment before had swayed + with excitement, became rigid, and his eyes stared at me as if he knew, + but comprehended not, what I had said. Then he slowly turned his face + toward the sea, and, as he did so, the mighty breaker that had been coming + up astern of the boat curled over it. For a moment or two it rushed + forward, a solid body of water, carrying the boat with it; and in those + moments I saw, to my horror, Sooka give one sweep with his oar, which + threw the boat’s side toward the roller. I saw the boat-boys leap clear of + the boat into the surf; I saw the agonised faces of the man and the woman + upturned to the wave above them, and then the billow broke, and nothing + was seen but a sheet of frothy water. The boat and those in it had + disappeared. For the crew I had little concern—I knew they would + come ashore safely enough; but for Mr. Bransome and the woman, whoever she + was, there was little hope. They had not had time to throw themselves into + the sea before the boat had capsized, and their clothing would sink them + in such a surf, even if they had escaped being crushed by the boat. + Besides, I feared there had been some foul play on the part of Sooka. + Quickly as he had done it, I had seen him with his oar put the boat beyond + the possibility of escaping from the wave, and I remembered how he had + been treated by Bransome. + </p> + <p> + With such thoughts I ran along the cliff to the pathway that led down to + the beach; and as I ran, I saw Jackson running before me, not steadily or + rightly, but heavily, and swaying from side to side as he went. Quickly I + passed him, but he gave no sign that he knew any one was near him; and as + I leaped down on to the first ledge of rock below me, I saw that he was + not following me, but had disappeared among the brushwood. + </p> + <p> + When I got down to the beach, I found that the boat’s crew had reached the + shore in safety, but of the two passengers nothing had been seen. The + capsized boat was sometimes visible as it lifted on the rollers, but + through my glass I saw that no one was clinging to it. I called for Sooka, + but Sooka was missing. Every one had seen him land, but he had disappeared + mysteriously. In vain I questioned the other boys as to the cause of the + disaster. The only answer I could get out of them was an appeal to look to + the sea and judge for myself. The woman was a white woman from the big + ship, was all they could say about her; and, negro-like, they evidently + considered the loss of a woman or so of very little consequence. + </p> + <p> + All I could do was to set a watch along the beach to look for the bodies + when they should be washed ashore, and this done, I returned to the + factory. My next desire was to find Sooka. He could hardly have gone far, + so I sent for a runner to take a message to the native king under whose + protection we on the Point were, and after whom the Point was called, and + who was bound to find the missing man for me if he could, or if he had not + been bribed to let him pass. + </p> + <p> + In my sorrow at what had happened, and in my doubt as to the cause of it, + I had forgotten all about Jackson; but after I had despatched my messenger + to the king, I went to look for him. I discovered him crouching in a + corner of his own bedroom in the dark. + </p> + <p> + “Are they found?” he asked, in a voice so hollow and broken that I hardly + knew it; and before I could answer him, he whispered to himself, “No, no; + they are drowned—drowned.” + </p> + <p> + I tried to lead him into the lighted dining-room, but he only crouched the + closer to his corner. At length by the promise of the ever-potent + temptation, liquor, I got him to leave the room. He could scarcely walk, + though, now, and he trembled so violently that I was glad to give him part + of a bottle of brandy that I had by me. He filled a tumbler half full of + the spirits, and drank it off. This put strength into him, and for a + little he was calm; but as he again and again applied himself to the + bottle, he became drunk, and swore at me for my impudence in giving orders + without his sanction. On this I tried to take the bottle from him, but he + clutched it so firmly that I had to let it go; whereupon he immediately + put it to his lips and swallowed the rest of the liquor that was in it. + After which he gave a chuckle, and staggered to a couch, on which he + tumbled, and lay with his eyes open for a long while. At last he fell + asleep, but I was too nervous to do likewise, and sat watching him the + most of the night; at least, when I awoke it was daylight, and it seemed + to me that I had been asleep for a few minutes. + </p> + <p> + Jackson was still lying on the couch, and his face was calm and peaceful + as he softly breathed. The morning, too, was fine, and as I walked on to + the veranda I saw the sea sparkling in the sunlight, and there was not a + sound from it save a far-off and drowsy murmur. Not a sign remained on its + broad surface of the wrath of the day before. It was wonderfully calm. + Lying here and there on the veranda, rolled up in their clothes, were the + servants of the factory, sleeping soundly on the hard planks. + </p> + <p> + Presently, as the sun rose in the heavens and warmed the air, the place + began to show signs of life, and one of the watch that I had set on the + beach came running across the yard to tell me that the bodies had come + ashore. + </p> + <p> + Immediately upon hearing this I called the hammock-bearers together, and + going down to the beach, I went a considerable way along it toward a dark + spot, which I knew to be a group of natives. On coming up to the group, I + found at least fifty negroes collected round the drowned man and woman, + all chattering and squabbling among themselves, and probably over the + plunder, for I saw that the bodies had been stripped to their + underclothing. Rushing into the crowd, with the aid of a stick I dispersed + it, so far as to make the wretches stand back. The man, of course, was + Bransome, there was no doubt as to that, although he had received a + terrible blow on the left temple, most likely from the pointed stem of the + boat as it had toppled over upon him, and his face was distorted and + twisted to one side. The woman was evidently English, young and pretty, + although her long hair, heavy and wet, was polluted by the sand that stuck + to it, and her half-open eyes were filled with the same. On her lips there + lingered a slight smile. She was of middle height, of slender figure, and + delicately nurtured, as the small bare feet and little hands showed. As I + looked at the latter I saw a wedding-ring on her finger, and I thought, + “It is Bransome’s wife.” I tried to take the ring away, but it would not + come off her finger—which I might have known, because the natives + would not have left it there had they been able to remove it. I then + ordered the bearers to lay the bodies in the hammocks; and that done, our + little party wended its way along the shore homeward, while the natives I + had dispersed followed one after another in African fashion. + </p> + <p> + Arrived at the factory, I bade the boys place the bodies side by side on a + spare bed in an empty room, and then I sent them to dig a grave in the + little burial-ground on the Point, where two or three worm-eaten wooden + crosses marked the resting-places of former agents of Messrs. Flint + Brothers. + </p> + <p> + As quick interment was necessary in such a climate, even on that very day, + I went to call Jackson in order that he might perform the duty that was + his—that of reading the burial service over the dead, and of sealing + up the desk and effects of Mr. Bransome. But Jackson was not in the + factory. I guessed, however, where he was; and sure enough I found him in + his accustomed haunt at the end of the Point. The moment he saw me he + tried to hide himself among the brushwood, but I was too quick for him, + and spied him as he crouched behind a dwarf palm. + </p> + <p> + “I know, I know,” he cried, as I ran up to him; “I saw you come along the + beach. Bury them, bury them out of sight.” + </p> + <p> + “Come, Mr. Jackson,” I replied, “it isn’t fair to put all the trouble on + to me. I am sure I have had enough of the weariness and anxiety of this + sad business. You must take your share of it. I want you to read the + service for the dead over them.” + </p> + <p> + “No, no,” he almost shrieked; “bury them quick; never mind me. Put them + out of sight.” + </p> + <p> + “I will not,” I said, resolutely. “For your own sake you must, at any + rate, view the bodies.” + </p> + <p> + “They have not been murdered?” He replied. But the startled look with + which I received the suggestion his words implied seemed to make him + recollect himself, for he rose and took my arm without saying more. As he + did so, I felt for the first time a sort of repugnance toward him. Up to + that moment my feeling had been one of pity and anxiety on his account, + but now I loathed him. This he seemed instinctively to feel, and he clung + closely to me. + </p> + <p> + Once at the factory I determined that there should be no more delay on his + part, and I took him to the door of the room where the bodies had been + laid, but at it he made a sudden halt and would not enter. Covering his + face with his hands, he trembled violently as I pushed the door open and + advanced to the bedside. The room, hushed and in semi-darkness; the white + sheet, whose surface showed too plainly the forms beneath it; and the + scared, terrified face of the man who, with brain afire, stood watching, + with staring eyes, the bed, made a scene I have never forgotten. + </p> + <p> + Slowly I turned down the upper part of the sheet, and Jackson, as if + fascinated by the act, advanced a step or two into the room, but with face + averted. Gradually he turned it toward the bodies, and for a moment his + gaze rested upon them. The next instant he staggered forward, looked at + the woman’s face, panted for breath once or twice, and then, with uplifted + hands and a wild cry of “Lucy!” fell his length upon the floor. When I + stooped over him he was in convulsions, and dark matter was oozing out of + his mouth. The climax had come. I shouted for the servants, and they + carried him to his own room, and placed him on his own bed. + </p> + <p> + How I got through that day I hardly know. Alone I buried Bransome and his + wife, and alone I returned from the hurried task to watch by Jackson’s + bedside. None of the natives would stay near him. For two days he lay + unconscious. At the end of that time he seemed to have some idea of the + outside world, for his eyes met mine with intelligence in their look, and + on bending over him I heard him whisper, “Forgive me!” Then he relapsed + into unconsciousness again. Through the long hours his eyes remained ever + open and restless; he could not eat, nor did he sleep, and I was afraid he + would pass away through weakness without a sign, being an old man. On the + third day he became delirious, and commenced chattering and talking to + himself, and imagining that all kinds of horrid shapes and creatures were + around and near him. I had to watch him narrowly in order to prevent him + stealing out of his bed, which he was ready to do at any moment to avoid + the tortures which he fearfully imagined awaited him. By these signs I + knew that he was in the middle of an attack of delirium tremens, and I + tried to quiet him by means of laudanum, but it had no effect upon him. I + got him, however, to swallow a little soup, which sustained him. My own + boy was the only negro I had been able to induce to stay in the room, and + he would only remain in it while I was there. + </p> + <p> + I had sent a messenger to the nearest station, where I remembered there + was a Portuguese doctor; but he had not returned by the evening of the + fourth day. That night, worn out with watching, I had dozed off to sleep + on a chair placed by the sick man’s bed, when all at once I was awakened + by a loud report, and I jumped up to find the room filled with smoke. As + it cleared away I saw that Jackson was standing in the middle of the room + with a revolver in his hand. As I confronted him he laughed a devilish + laugh and cocked the weapon, crying as he did so, “It was you who tempted + me with your smooth face and unsuspicious way, and you shall die, though I + suffer doubly in hell for it. Hist!” and he stopped suddenly and listened. + “Don’t you hear the breakers? Hark, how they roar! They say they are + ready, always ready,” and staring in front of him, he advanced, as if + following the sign of an invisible hand, to the door, unconsciously + placing, to my infinite relief, the revolver on the top of a chest of + drawers as he passed by it. I did not dare to move, and he opened the door + and walked into the front room. Then I followed him. For a little he + remained in the room, glaring vacantly about him, and muttering to + himself; but seeing the outer door open he made a rush toward it, and + disappeared into the darkness of the night. Calling to the boy, I ran + after him, and easily came up to him, when he turned, and picking up a + heavier stone than I thought he could have lifted, threw it at me. I + dodged it and closed with him. Once in my arms I found I could hold him, + and my servant and I carried him back into the factory. We placed him on + the floor of the dining-room, and he was too exhausted to move for a + while. By degrees, however, he recovered sufficiently to stand; and as + soon as he could do so by himself, with devilish cunning he made for the + lamp, which he struck, quick as lightning, with a stick that had been + lying on the table. In an instant the great round globe fell to pieces, + but luckily the chimney was not broken, and the lamp remained alight, and + before he could strike another blow at it I had grappled with him again. + This time he struggled violently for a few moments, and seemed to think + that he was dealing with Bransome, for he shrieked, “What! have you come + back from the sea? You are wet! you are wet!” and shuddering, he tried to + free himself from my hold; and I, not liking to hurt him, let him go, + taking care to keep myself between him and the lamp. + </p> + <p> + “Back from me, you villain of hell!” he cried, as soon as he was free. + “What have you done with her? what have you done with her?” And then, in a + tone of weird and pathetic sorrow, “Where is my little one that I loved? I + have sought her many a year; oh, why did she forsake me? Aha, Sooka! we + were right to send him to the hell whence he came—the lying, + false-hearted scoundrel, to steal away my white dove!” + </p> + <p> + After which he drew from his finger a solid gold ring which he always + wore, and threw it from him, saying, with a wild laugh, “There! that’s for + any one that likes it; I’m a dead man.” He then staggered toward his own + room, and I, remembering the loaded revolver which still lay on the chest + of drawers, tried to intercept him. In his rage, for I verily believe that + he also remembered that the weapon was there, he spat in my face, and + struck me with all his force between the eyes; but I stuck to him, and + with the help of the boy, who had been all this time in hiding, but who + came forward at my call, I laid him for the last time upon his bed. There + he lay exhausted for the remainder of the night; but there was no rest for + me; I felt that I had to watch him now for my own safety. + </p> + <p> + Toward morning, however, his breathing became, all at once, very heavy and + slow, and I bent over him in alarm. As I did so, I heard him sigh faintly, + “Lucy!” and at that moment the native boy softly placed something upon the + bed. I took it up. It was the ring the sick man had thrown away in the + night, and as I looked at it I saw “James, from Lucy” engraved on its + inside surface, and I knew that the dead woman was his wife. + </p> + <p> + As the first faint streaks of dawn stole into the room, the slow-drawn + breathing of the dying man ceased. I listened—it came again—once—twice—and + then all was silence. He was dead, and I realised in the sudden stillness + that had come upon the room that I was alone. Yet he had passed away so + quietly after his fitful fever that I could not bring myself to believe + that he was really gone, and I stood looking at the body, fearing to + convince myself of the truth by touching it. + </p> + <p> + So entranced was I by that feeling of awe which comes to almost every one + in the presence of death, that I did not hear the shouting of the + hammock-boy outside, or the footsteps of a white man coming into the room; + and not until he touched me on the shoulder did I turn and recognise the + sallow face of the Portuguese doctor whom I had sent for, and who had thus + arrived too late. However, he served to help me to bury the mortal part of + Jackson in the little graveyard beside the body of his wife and that of + the man who had come between them when alive. And such was without doubt + the fact; for when the doctor had gone, and I was alone again, I collected + and made an inventory of the dead men’s effects, and in Jackson’s desk I + found his diary, or, as he himself would have called it, his log; and in + that log was noted, on the very day that Bransome had arrived on the + Point, his suspicion of the man, and later on his conviction that Bransome + was indeed he who had injured him. + </p> + <p> + Sooka was never found; but when the mail-steamer returned from the south + coast, I discovered that the younger patrao had made his crew row away + suddenly from the steamer’s side, while Mr. Bransome had been engaged + below, and was out of sight. So it was evident that the pair had been in + league together to insure Sooka his revenge. What share Jackson had had in + the murder of his enemy I did not care to think of, but feared the worst. + </p> + <p> + For myself, I had to remain on the Point for many months, until the + factory was finally closed—for no purchaser was ever found for it; + and doubtless, by this time, the buildings are in ruins, and long grass + hides the graves of those who sleep upon King Bemba’s Point. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + GHAMBA, By William Charles Scully + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + The darksome cave they enter, where they find + That cursed man, low sitting on the ground, + Musing full sadly in his sullen mind. + <i>The Faerie Queene.</i> +</pre> + <p> + When Corporal Francis Dollond and Trooper James Franks, of the Natal + Mounted Police, overstayed their ten days’ leave of absence from the camp + on the Upper Tugela, in the early part of 1883, everybody was much + surprised; they being two of the best conducted and most methodical men in + the force. But the weeks and then the months went by without anything + whatever being heard of them, so they were officially recorded as + deserters. Nevertheless none of their comrades really believed that these + men had deserted; each one felt there was something mysterious about the + circumstances of their disappearance. They had applied for leave for the + alleged purpose of visiting Pietermaritzburg. They started on foot, + stating their intention of walking to Estcourt, hiring horses from natives + there, and proceeding on horseback. They had evidently never reached + Estcourt, as nothing could be heard of them at that village. They were + both young men—colonists by birth. Dollond had an especially + youthful appearance. Franks was older. He had joined the force later in + life. He and Dollond, who had only very recently before his disappearance + been promoted, were chums. + </p> + <p> + Some months later in the same year, when Troopers George Langley and Hiram + Whitson also applied for ten days’ leave of absence,—likewise to + proceed to Pietermaritzburg,—the leave was granted; but the officer + in charge of the detachment laughingly remarked that he hoped they were + not going to follow Dollond and Franks. + </p> + <p> + Now, neither Langley nor Whitson had the remotest idea of visiting + Pietermaritzburg. It is necessary, of course, for the reader to know where + they did intend going to, and how the intention arose; but before doing + this we must deal with some antecedent circumstances. + </p> + <p> + Langley was most certainly the most boyish-looking man in the force. He + had a perfectly smooth face, ruddy complexion, and fair hair. He was of + middle height, and was rather inclined to stoutness. He was so fond of + talking that his comrades nicknamed him “Magpie.” A colonist by birth, he + could speak the Kaffir language like a native. + </p> + <p> + Whitson was a sallow-faced, spare-built man of short stature, with + dark-brown beard and hair, and piercing black eyes. His age was about + forty. He had a wiry and terrier-like appearance. A “down-East” Yankee, he + had spent some years in Mexico, and then drifted to South Africa during + the war period, which, it will be remembered, lasted from 1877 to 1882. He + had served in the Zulu war as a non-commissioned officer in one of the + irregular cavalry corps, with some credit. The fact of his being a man of + extremely few words was enough to account for the friendship which existed + between him and the garrulous Langley. Whitson was known to be a dead shot + with the revolver. + </p> + <p> + This is how they came to apply for leave: One day Langley was strolling + about just outside the lines, looking for somebody to talk to, when he + noticed an apparently very old native man sitting on an ant-heap and + regarding him somewhat intently. This old native had been several times + seen in the vicinity of the camp, but he never seemed to speak to any one, + and he looked so harmless that the police did not even trouble to ask him + for the written pass which all natives are obliged by law to carry when + they move about the country. The old man saluted Langley and asked in his + own language for a pipeful of tobacco. Langley always carried some loose + leaves broken up in his pocket, so he at once pulled some of these out and + half filled the claw-like hand outstretched to receive them. The old + native was voluble in his thanks. There was a large ant-heap close to the + one on which he had been sitting, and on which he reseated himself while + filling his pipe. Against this Langley leaned and took a good look at his + companion. The man had a most extraordinary face. His lower jaw and + cheek-bones were largely developed, but Langley hardly noticed this, so + struck was he with the strange formation of the upper jaw. That portion of + the superior maxillary bone which lies between the sockets of the + eye-teeth protruded, with the sockets, to a remarkable degree, and instead + of being curved appeared to be quite straight. The incisor teeth were very + large and white, but it was the development of the eye-teeth that was most + startling. These, besides being very massive, were produced below the + level of the incisors to a depth of nearly a quarter of an inch. They + distinctly suggested to Langley the tusks of a baboon. + </p> + <p> + As is not very unusual with natives, the man was perfectly bald. His back + was bent, and his limbs were somewhat shrunken, but he did not appear in + the least degree decrepit. His eyelids were very red, and his eyes, though + dim, had a deep and intent look. Ugly as was the man—or perhaps by + virtue of his ugliness—he exercised a strange fascination over + Langley. + </p> + <p> + The old man, whose name turned out to be Ghamba, proved himself a talker + after Langley’s own heart. They discussed all sorts of things. Ghamba + startled his hearer by his breadth of experience and his shrewdness. He + said he was a “Hlubi” Kaffir from Qumbu, in the territory of Griqualand + East, but that he had for some time past been living in Basutoland, which + is situated just behind the frowning wall of the Drakensberg, to the + southwest of where they were speaking, and not twenty miles distant. + </p> + <p> + They talked until it was time for Langley to return to camp. He was so + pleased at the entertainment afforded by Ghamba that all the tobacco he + had with him found its way into the claw-like hand of that strange-looking + man of many experiences and quaint ideas. So Langley asked him to come to + the ant-heap again on the following day, and have another talk at the same + hour. This Ghamba, with a wide and prolonged exposure of his teeth, + readily agreed to do. + </p> + <p> + Langley was extremely voluble to Whitson that night over his new + acquaintance. Whitson listened with his usual impassiveness, and then + asked Langley how it was that “an old loafing nigger,” as he expressed it, + had impressed him so remarkably. Langley replied that he did not quite + know, but he thought the effect was largely due to the man’s teeth. But + all the same he was “a very entertaining old buffer.” + </p> + <p> + Next afternoon Langley was so impatient to resume conversation with his + new friend that he repaired to the ant-heap quite half an hour before the + appointed time. He had not, however, long to wait, as Ghamba soon + appeared, emerging from a donga a couple of hundred yards away. + </p> + <p> + Langley was more impressed than ever. Ghamba told him all about the + Basutos, among whom he had lived; about the old days in Natal, before even + the Dutch occupation, when Tshaka’s impis wiped whole tribes out of + existence; of the recent wars in Zululand and the Cape Colony, and as to + the probability of future disturbances. Charmed as was Langley by the old + man’s conversation, he felt that on this occasion there was a little too + much of it; that Ghamba was not nearly so good a listener as he had been + on the previous day; so when the latter at length put a question to him, + thus affording an opportunity for the exercise of his own pentup + loquacity, Langley felt elated, more especially as several inquiries were + grouped together in the one asking. Ghamba asked whether anything had been + heard of Umhlonhlo; whether the capture of that fugitive rebel was + considered likely, and whether it was true that a reward of five hundred + pounds had been offered by the government for his capture, dead or alive. + </p> + <p> + Umhlonhlo, it will be remembered, was the Pondomise chief who rebelled in + 1880, treacherously murdered Mr. Hope, the magistrate of Qumbu, and his + two companions, and who has since been an outlaw with a price on his head. + </p> + <p> + Langley replied to the effect that it was quite true such a reward had + been offered as to Umhlonhlo’s whereabouts, but that the government + believed him to be in Pondoland; that he was sure to be captured + eventually; that he, Langley, only wished he knew where Umhlonhlo was, so + as to have the chance of making five hundred pounds with which to buy a + certain nice little farm he knew of; and that should he ever succeed in + obtaining the reward, and consequently in taking his discharge and + purchasing the farm, he would be jolly glad if old Ghamba would come and + live with him. This is only some of what he said; when Langley’s tongue + got into motion, he seemed to have some difficulty in stopping it. + </p> + <p> + However, he paused at last, and then Ghamba, looking very intently at him, + said: + </p> + <p> + “Look here, can you keep a secret?” + </p> + <p> + Here was a mystery. + </p> + <p> + “Rather!” said Langley. + </p> + <p> + “Will you swear by the name of God that you will not reveal what I have to + tell you?” + </p> + <p> + Langley swore. + </p> + <p> + Ghamba drew near until his teeth were within a few inches of Langley’s + cheek, and said in a whisper: + </p> + <p> + “I know where Umhlonhlo is.” + </p> + <p> + Langley started, and said in an awed voice: + </p> + <p> + “Where is he?” + </p> + <p> + “Wait a bit,” said Ghamba; “perhaps I will tell you, and perhaps I won’t. + I like you; you have given me tobacco, and you are not too proud to come + and talk to a poor old man. Now, you say you would like to make five + hundred pounds and buy a farm?” + </p> + <p> + “Rather!” + </p> + <p> + “And that you would let me go and live on the farm with you and end my + days in peace?” + </p> + <p> + “I would, gladly.” + </p> + <p> + “Well then, if I take you to where Umhlonhlo is, and you will kill him and + get the money, will you give me twenty-five pounds, and let me keep a few + goats, and grow a few mealies on your land?” + </p> + <p> + “I should think I would. But how could one man take or kill Umhlonhlo? + They say he is well armed and that he has a lot of followers with him.” + </p> + <p> + “Umhlonhlo,” said Ghamba, glancing anxiously round as if he feared the + very ant-heaps were listening, “is hiding in a cave in the mountain, not + three days’ walk from here. He has not got a single man with him, because + he fears being given up. He is really in hiding from his own followers + now. My sister is one of his wives, and that is how I know all about it. I + passed the cave where he lives four nights ago, and saw him sitting by the + fire. He has only a few women with him.” + </p> + <p> + “And how do you think I should take him?” + </p> + <p> + “Take him? you should kill him. I will guide you to the cave by night, and + then you can shoot him as he sits by the fire.” + </p> + <p> + Langley, although no coward, was not particularly brave. He did not much + relish the idea of alone tackling the redoubtable Umhlonhlo, a savage of + muscle, who was reported to be always armed to the teeth. Moreover, he had + no gun, and was but an indifferent shot with a revolver. So he thought + over the matter for a few moments and then said: + </p> + <p> + “Look here, Ghamba; I do not care to tackle this job alone, but if I can + take another man with me, I am on.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you will only get half of the five hundred pounds, and will not be + able to buy the farm. You need not be afraid; you can shoot him without + his seeing you.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Langley, after a pause; “I will not go alone, but if you will + let me take another man with me it can be managed. It will make no + difference to you; you will get your twenty-five pounds.” + </p> + <p> + “And how about my going to live on the farm with you?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I could not buy the farm for two hundred and fifty pounds. Come, we + will give you fifty pounds instead of twenty-five.” + </p> + <p> + Ghamba thought for a while and then said: + </p> + <p> + “Very well, I consent. But there need be only one other man, and you will + write down on a piece of paper that you will give me fifty pounds. When + can we start?” + </p> + <p> + “I must speak to the other man, and then we will apply for leave. We had + better start soon, or else Umhlonhlo may have gone to some other place of + hiding.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, we must lose no time.” + </p> + <p> + “All right! Meet me here to-morrow and I will bring my friend. We will + then settle all about it.” + </p> + <p> + “You must not mention this matter to any one else, and you must make your + friend promise to keep the secret.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, that’s all right!” said Langley. “Meet me here to-morrow, just after + dinner.” + </p> + <p> + Langley went back to camp, Ghamba looking after his retreating figure with + a smile that revealed his teeth in a very striking manner. Langley was + intensely excited, and exacted (quite unnecessarily) the most solemn + promises from Whitson not to divulge the great secret which he confided to + him. Whitson agreed at once to join in the enterprise, which was one after + his own heart. + </p> + <p> + Next day the three met at the big ant-heap, and Whitson was very much + impressed by Ghamba’s teeth. He told Langley afterward that they reminded + him of a picture of the devil which he had seen in a copy of “Pilgrim’s + Progress.” The old man’s story appeared, however, consistent enough, in + spite of his peculiar dentition. + </p> + <p> + So, after a short conversation, Langley and Whitson returned to camp, + having made an appointment to meet Ghamba again on the following morning + at sunrise, so as to finally arrange as to time of starting, etc. They + went at once to the officer in charge of the detachment and applied for + ten days’ leave of absence for the purpose of proceeding to + Pietermaritzburg, which was at once granted. + </p> + <p> + Next morning they met Ghamba again, and agreed to start on their + expedition that evening. He explained that they must do all their + traveling by night, and lie by during the day; because it would never do + for him, Ghamba, to run the risk of being recognised by persons whom they + might meet. For the sake of his Hlubi relations who were living among the + Pondomise at Qumbu, it was absolutely necessary that he should not appear + in the transaction at all. Were it ever to be even suspected that he had + betrayed the chief, not alone would he be certainly killed, but all his + relations would be shunned by the other natives. He was an old man, so for + him, personally, nothing mattered very much, but a man is bound to + consider the interests of his family. Travelling only by night, and lying + still and hidden during the day, were therefore absolutely necessary + stipulations, and Langley and Whitson agreed to them as intelligible and + reasonable. All being settled, the latter started for the camp, Ghamba + baring his teeth excessively as they walked away. + </p> + <p> + At dusk on the evening of the same day, Langley and Whitson met Ghamba + once more at the large ant-heap, and the three at once proceeded on their + course. The only arms taken were revolvers of the government regulation + pattern (breech-loading central fire). They carried provisions calculated + to last eight days, but took no blankets on account of having to travel at + night. When Ghamba volunteered to relieve them of a considerable share of + their respective loads, Langley and Whitson were filled with grateful + surprise. + </p> + <p> + The plan was as follows: Whitson was to shoot Umhlonhlo, and then remain + in the cave while Langley returned to the camp to report what had been + done, and cause persons who could identify the body to be sent for. They + seem to have had no scruples as to the deed they meant to do; certainly + Umhlonhlo deserved no more mercy than a beast of prey. Nor does it seem to + have struck them that possibly they might shoot the wrong man. But there + was an air of conviction about the manner in which Ghamba showed his teeth + when asked whether he was positive as to the identity of the man in the + cave, that would have dissipated the doubts of most men. Besides this, he + drew out the written undertaking which they had delivered to him, and + said, with a profoundly businesslike look: + </p> + <p> + “Do I not want the money? Should I take all this trouble if I did not know + what I were doing?” + </p> + <p> + They walked all night, only resting once or twice for a few minutes. It + was found that Ghamba, in spite of his age, was an extremely good walker; + and when they halted at daylight, Langley was so done up that he could not + have held out for another half-hour. Whitson, the wiry, had not yet felt + the least fatigue. + </p> + <p> + This march had taken them to the very foot of the Drakensberg range, and + they rested in a valley between two of its main spurs. Here they remained + all day, comfortably located in a sheltered nook where there was plenty of + dry grass. Their resting-place was encircled by immense rocks. Although + the surrounding country was desolate to a degree, and neither a human + being nor an animal was to be seen, Ghamba would not hear of their + lighting a fire nor leaving the spot where they rested. The weather was + clear, and neither too warm nor too cold. They slept at intervals during + the day, and at evening felt quite recovered from their fatigue. + </p> + <p> + At nightfall they again started, their course leading steeply up the gorge + in which they had rested. Although the pathway became more and more + indistinct, Ghamba appeared never to be at a loss. Langley several times + shuddered, when they passed by the very edge of some immense precipice, or + clambered along some steep mountain-side, where a false step would have + meant destruction. He began to show signs of fatigue soon after midnight, + so at Ghamba’s suggestion a considerable portion of his load was + transferred to the shoulders of Whitson, who seemed to be as tireless as + Ghamba himself. + </p> + <p> + At daybreak they halted in the depths of another tremendous gorge with + precipitous sides. The scenery in this particular area of the Drakensberg + range, the neighbourhood of the Mont aux Sources, is indescribably grand + and impressive, and is quite unlike anything else in South Africa. + Enormous and fantastically shaped mountains are here huddled together + indiscriminately, and between them wind and double deep gloomy gorges, + along the bottoms of which mighty boulders are thickly strewn. On dizzy + ledge and steep slope dense thickets of wild bamboo grow, and a few + stunted trees fill some of the less deep clefts, wherever the sunshine can + penetrate. Splendid as is the scenery, its gloom, its stillness, its naked + crags and peaks, its dark depths that seem to cleave to the very vitals of + the earth, become so oppressive that, after a few days spent among them, + the traveller is filled with repulsion and almost horror. Few living + things have their home there. You might meet an occasional “klipspringer” + (an antelope, in habits and appearance somewhat like the chamois), a + wandering troop of baboons, and now and then a herd of eland in the more + grassy areas. There are said to be a few Bushmen still haunting the caves, + but they are seldom or never seen. + </p> + <p> + In the afternoon the sun shone into the gorge in which the travellers were + resting, and for a few hours the heat was very oppressive. Whitson + examined his revolver, removing the cartridges and replacing them by + others. He then lay down to sleep, asking Langley to remain awake and keep + a lookout. He had a vague feeling of uneasiness which he could not + overcome. Langley promised to keep awake, but he was too tired to do so. + He sat with his back against a rock, and, after some futile efforts to + keep his eyes open, fell fast asleep. By-and-by Ghamba woke him gently, + and, pointing to Whitson, whose revolver lay in the leather case close to + his hand, whispered: + </p> + <p> + “Did he not tell you to keep awake?” + </p> + <p> + Langley was grateful for this evidence of consideration, but he could not + quite make out how Ghamba had been able to understand what Whitson had + said. However, when the latter awoke, Langley said nothing to him about + having disobeyed instructions. + </p> + <p> + Ghamba said that about two hours’ walk would now bring them to Umhlonhlo’s + cave, so they started off briskly at dusk. Their course now led for some + distance along a mountain ledge covered with wild bamboo, through which + the pathway wound. Then they crossed a steep saddle between two enormous + peaks, after which they plunged into another deep and winding gorge. This + they followed until they reached a part where it was so narrow that the + sides seemed almost to touch over their heads. Beyond the cliffs fell + apart, and then apparently curved toward each other again, thus forming an + immense amphitheatre. At the entrance to this Ghamba stopped, and said in + a whisper that they were now close to the cave. + </p> + <p> + They now held a consultation, in terms of which it was decided that Ghamba + should go forward and reconnoitre. So Whitson and Langley sat down close + together and waited, conversing in low tones. + </p> + <p> + Whitson felt very uneasy, but Langley tried to argue him out of his fears. + The more Whitson saw of Ghamba, the more he disliked and distrusted him + and his teeth. The instinct which detects danger in the absence of any + apparent evidence of its existence is a faculty developed in some men by + an adventurous life. This faculty Whitson possessed in a high degree. + </p> + <p> + “Did you keep awake all the time I slept this afternoon?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + Langley feared Whitson and felt inclined to lie, but something impelled + him, almost against his will, to speak the truth now. + </p> + <p> + “No,” he replied; “I slept for a few minutes.” + </p> + <p> + Whitson drew his revolver and opened the breech. + </p> + <p> + “By God!” he said, “the cartridges are gone!” + </p> + <p> + Langley took his weapon out of the leather case and opened it. He found + the cartridges were there right enough. + </p> + <p> + “Have you any spare cartridges?” asked Whitson. + </p> + <p> + Whitson had already loaded his revolver with the five cartridges which he + had removed in the afternoon, but he again took these out and replaced + them in his waistcoat pocket, and then he reloaded with some which Langley + passed over to him with a trembling hand. + </p> + <p> + “Look here,” he said, in a hoarse whisper, “we are in a trap of some kind. + When that old scoundrel comes back, do not let him know that we have found + out anything. We will walk on with him for a short distance, at all + events, and then be guided by circumstances. Stand by when you see me + collar him, and slip a sack over his head.” + </p> + <p> + “Can we not go back now?” said Langley. + </p> + <p> + “Certainly not; we would never find our way at night. I guess we must see + this circus out. If you have to shoot, aim low.” + </p> + <p> + In a few minutes Ghamba returned. + </p> + <p> + “Come on,” he said. “He is sitting at the fire in front of the cave. I + have just seen him.” + </p> + <p> + “Where is the cave?” asked Whitson. “Is it far from here?” + </p> + <p> + “We will reach it very soon; you can see the light of the fire from a few + paces ahead.” + </p> + <p> + They walked on for about fifty yards, and there, sure enough, over a rocky + slope to their left, and at the foot of a crag about three hundred yards + away, could be seen the bright and fitful glow from a fire which was + hidden from their view by a low ridge of piled-up rocks. + </p> + <p> + Whitson stood still and questioned Ghamba: + </p> + <p> + “Now tell me,” he asked, through Langley as interpreter, “how we are to + approach.” + </p> + <p> + “The pathway leads up on the left side,” replied Ghamba. “We will walk + close up to the crag, where there is a narrow passage between it and that + big black rock which you see against the light. You two can lead, and I + will be close behind. I have just seen him. He is sitting at the fire, + eating, and only the women are with him.” + </p> + <p> + The last words were hardly out of the speaker’s mouth before Whitson had + seized him by the throat with a vice-like grasp. + </p> + <p> + “Seize his hands and hold them,” he hissed to Langley. + </p> + <p> + Ghamba struggled desperately, but could not release himself. Whitson + compressed his throat until he became unconscious, and then gagged him + with a pocket-handkerchief. Ghamba’s hands were then tied tightly behind + his back with another pocket-handkerchief, and his feet were firmly + secured with a belt. An empty sack (from which they had removed their + provisions) was then drawn over his head and shoulders, and secured round + the waist. + </p> + <p> + “Come on now, quickly,” whispered Whitson, and he and Langley started off + in the direction of the fire, after first taking off their boots. + </p> + <p> + They did not approach by the course which Ghamba had indicated, but made + their way quietly up the slope, straight against the face of the crag. + They reached the heap of rocks, and crept in among them by means of + another narrow passage, close to the inner end of which the fire was; and + this is what they saw through the twigs of a scrubby bush which + effectually concealed them: + </p> + <p> + A large cave opened into the side of the mountain, and just before the + mouth was an open space about twenty yards in diameter, surrounded on all + sides, except that of the mountain itself, by a wall of loosely piled + rocks, through which passages led out in different directions. Just in + front of the cave burned a bright fire, around which crouched four most + hideous and filthy-looking old hags, and against which were propped + several large earthenware pots of native make, full of water. Standing + behind rocks, one at each side of the inner entrance to the passage, which + was evidently that communicating with the pathway indicated by Ghamba as + the one they were to approach by, were two powerful-looking men, stark + naked, and as black as ebony, their skins shining in the light of the + fire. Each man held a coiled thong in his hands, after the manner of a + sailor about to heave a line. While they were looking, a woman, somewhat + younger in appearance than any of those who sat by the fire, came out of + the cave carrying a strong club about three feet long. She crouched down + close to the man standing on the left-side of the passage, who, as well as + his companion, stood as still as a marble statue, and in an expectant + attitude. + </p> + <p> + Whitson and Langley, with their revolvers drawn, suddenly stepped out of + their concealment, and walked toward the fire. This evidently disconcerted + the men with the thongs, who apparently did not expect their intended prey + to approach by any course except the passage near which they were + standing; but after a slight pause of hesitancy the thongs were whirling + in the air, and descending, lasso-fashion, upon the shoulders of the + intruders. The noose caught Langley over his arms, which were instantly + drawn close against his body as the thong tightened, so he was thus + rendered completely powerless; but Whitson sprang, quick as lightning, to + one side, and escaped. Three shots from his revolver rang out in as many + seconds, and the two men and the woman—who was in the act of lifting + her club to brain Langley—lay rolling on the ground, each with a + bullet through the head. + </p> + <p> + The four old hags at the fire began to mow and scream, and got up and + hobbled into the cave. Whitson drew his knife and cut the thong with which + Langley was vainly struggling, and then the two men, pale as death, looked + silently at each other with staring eyes. + </p> + <p> + Whitson replaced his revolver, and then made a sort of torch out of dry + reeds, a pile of which lay close at hand. He then, leaving Langley to + guard the cave, carefully examined all the passages and spaces between the + rocks, but he could find no trace of any one. The two men thereupon + entered the cave, Whitson holding the torch high over his head. They found + that it ran straight in for about fifteen paces, and then curved sharply + to the left. + </p> + <p> + It was about four paces in width, and about eight feet high, the roof + being roughly arched. The walls and roof were covered with thick black + greasy soot; and an indescribably horrible stench, which increased the + farther they advanced, made them almost vomit. They found that where the + cave curved to the left it ended in a circular chamber about eight paces + in diameter, and at one side of this crouched the four old hags, huddled + together, and mowing and chattering horribly. + </p> + <p> + Across a cleft about two feet wide, in the right-hand wall of the cave, a + stick was fixed transversely, and hanging to this were some lumps of + half-dried and smoked flesh. Whitson went up close and examined these + carefully. He drew back with a shudder, and his face changed from pale to + ashen gray. + </p> + <p> + He and Langley then went outside and stood for a while in the fresh air. + They could endure, just then, no more of the fetid atmosphere inside. + After a short time they gathered up some dry twigs and reeds, and set + several little heaps alight at different spots inside. This had the effect + of making the atmosphere more bearable in the course of a few minutes. + They then made a larger fire in the middle of the cave, and proceeded to + examine it more closely. + </p> + <p> + They found several old iron picks, such as are used by natives in + cultivating their fields, some very filthy skins, a number of earthenware + pots, a few knives, and an axe; but nothing more. + </p> + <p> + The floor of the cave was of clay, and at one spot it appeared to have + been recently disturbed. Here Langley began to dig with a pick, which, + just below the surface, struck against some hard substance. This, when + uncovered, proved to be a bone. He threw it to one side and dug deeper, + uncovering more bones—some old, and others comparatively fresh, but + emitting a horrible smell. He stooped and picked one up, but dropped it + immediately, as if it burned him. It was the lower jawbone of a human + being. + </p> + <p> + “Great God!” he gasped. “What is the meaning of this?” + </p> + <p> + “It means,” said Whitson, “that we are in a nest of bloody cannibals!” + </p> + <p> + Langley dropped like a stone, in a dead faint; so Whitson dragged him + outside, and, leaving him to recover in the open air, returned to the + cave. He then seized the pick and began digging, unearthing some new + horror at every stroke. A glittering object caught his eye; he picked this + up and found it to be the steel buckle of a woman’s belt. He glanced + toward the cleft in the rock where the lumps of flesh were hanging, and + caught his breath short. Going outside he made another torch, which he + lit; and then he returned and carefully examined the loosened surface. + Another glittering object caught his eye. This, when examined, proved to + be an old silver watch, the appearance of which seemed familiar. He forced + open the case, and saw, roughly scratched on the inside, the letter D. He + now recognised it; he remembered having once fixed a glass in this very + watch for Dollond, about a month before the latter’s disappearance. + Continuing his search Whitson found the iron heel-plate of a boot, and a + small bunch of keys. + </p> + <p> + Whitson drew his revolver, and picking up the torch went into the terminal + chamber. Four shots, fired in quick succession, reverberated immediately + afterward through the cavern. + </p> + <p> + Whitson then went outside to Langley, whom he found sitting down near the + fire, looking if possible, more ghastly than before. The presence of + Whitson seemed, however, to act on him as a kind of tonic, and he soon + pulled himself together sufficiently to assist in piling a quantity of + fuel upon the already sinking fire, which soon blazed brightly, lighting + up the mouth of the cavern and the space in front of it. One of the bodies + of the men who had been shot was lying on its side, with the face toward + the fire. Whitson examined the mouth, pushing back the upper lip with a + piece of stick. He found that the shape of the mouth and the development + of the teeth were the same as Ghamba’s. The other bodies were lying on + their faces, so he did not trouble to examine them. + </p> + <p> + Whitson then told Langley to follow him, and the two walked down the + foot-path toward where they had left Ghamba. Him they found lying + motionless in the position in which he had been left about an hour + previously. They removed the sack and the gag and untied his feet, first + taking the precaution to fasten the belt by one end to his bound hands, + Whitson holding the other. They then signed to him to proceed toward the + cave, and this he silently did, without making any resistance. He looked + calmly at the three dead bodies, but said not a word. Langley held him, + while Whitson again tied his feet together with the belt, and then they + placed him with his back against a rock, facing the fire, which was still + blazing brightly. His lips were drawn back in a ghastly, mirthless, grin, + and the tusks were revealed from point to insertion. + </p> + <p> + Langley questioned Ghamba, but he would not speak. After several attempts + to force him to answer had been vainly made, Whitson said: + </p> + <p> + “Now tell him that if he speaks and tells the whole truth he will only be + shot, but if he does not speak he will be burned alive.” + </p> + <p> + This was interpreted, but the threat had no apparent effect. So Whitson + seized Ghamba and dragged him to the fire, where he flung him down on the + very edge of the glowing embers. + </p> + <p> + “Now,” said Whitson, holding him down with his foot, so that he got + severely scorched, “for the last time, will you speak?” + </p> + <p> + “Take me away from the fire, and I will speak,” said Ghamba, in English. + </p> + <p> + So they lifted him, and set him again with his back to the rock. + </p> + <p> + “Now,” said Whitson, “go ahead, and no nonsense!” + </p> + <p> + “If I tell the whole truth,” said Ghamba, still speaking English, and with + a fair accent, “will you swear not to burn me, but to shoot me, so that I + shall die at once?” + </p> + <p> + “I will,” said Whitson. + </p> + <p> + “You too must swear,” said Ghamba, looking at Langley. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I swear.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well,” said Ghamba, “I will tell you everything, but you must both + remember what you have sworn to.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, all right,” said Whitson. Ghamba then looked at Langley, who + repeated the words. + </p> + <p> + “I will tell you,” said Ghamba, “all I can remember, and you can ask + questions, which I shall answer truly. You have heard of Umdava, who used + to eat men in Natal long ago, after the wars of Tshaka—well, he was + my uncle. After Umdava had been killed and his people scattered, my + father, with a few followers, came to live among these mountains. But we + found that after having eaten human flesh we could enjoy no other food, so + we caught people and ate them. These two men lying dead are my sons, and + that woman is my daughter. My four wives were here to-night. They are very + old women. Have you not seen them?” he asked, looking at Whitson. + </p> + <p> + “They are in there; I shot them,” said Whitson, pointing to the cave. + </p> + <p> + “I had other children,” continued Ghamba, quite unmoved, “but we ate them + when food was scarce.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you always lived, all these years, on human flesh?” asked Whitson. + </p> + <p> + “No, not always; but whenever we could obtain it we did so. There is other + food in these mountains—honey, ants’ eggs, roots, and fruit; besides + game, which is, however, not very easy to catch. But we have often all had + to go away and work when times have been bad. Besides, I have a herd of + cattle at a Basuto kraal, and I have been in the habit of taking some of + these now and then, and exchanging them for corn, which the women then + went to fetch. But we have always tried to get people to eat, because we + could enjoy no other kind of food. Sometimes we got them easily; and when + we were very fortunate we used to dry part of the meat by hanging it up + and lighting a fire underneath, with green wood, so as to make plenty of + smoke.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you killed many white people?” asked Whitson. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, a good number; but not, of course, as many as black. Lately we have + always tried to catch whites, because when you have eaten white flesh for + some time, the flesh of a native no longer satisfies you.” + </p> + <p> + “Why not?” + </p> + <p> + “The flavour is not so strong.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you induce the other two policemen to come up by means of the story + about Umhlonhlo?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, they came up just as you did, and my sons caught them with the + thongs. Umhlonhlo has brought us plenty of food.” + </p> + <p> + “Were you able to take the cartridges out of their revolvers as you did + out of mine?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I had no opportunity; but it was not necessary, because my sons were + so expert at throwing the thongs that they could always catch people over + the arms, and thus render them unable to shoot.” + </p> + <p> + “How did they manage to become so expert?” + </p> + <p> + “By continued practice. I used to walk up the path over and over again, + and let them throw the thong over me. Then the woman was always there with + the club, so that, if one of the thongs missed, she was ready to strike. + I, also, was usually ready to help, in case of necessity.” + </p> + <p> + “Why did you think it necessary to take the cartridges out of my + revolver?” + </p> + <p> + “Because I feared you from the first, and were it not that he”—baring + his teeth and glancing at Langley, who shuddered—“looked so nice, + and that we wanted fresh meat so badly, I would not have risked bringing + you. But it would have been all right if I had only let your revolver + alone.” + </p> + <p> + “You say Umhlonhlo has brought you plenty of food; did you ever get any + one besides ourselves and the other two policemen to come up here by + telling them that story?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, two others—one a man who was searching for gold on the Free + State side of the mountains, and the other a trader whom I met at Maseru. + But these each came alone.” + </p> + <p> + “I see the buckle of a woman’s belt in there. Whom did that belong to? You + surely never got a white woman up here?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, we did,” said Ghamba, with a horrible half-smile which bared the + gums high above the sockets of his tusks. “She was a young girl who had + strayed from a waggon passing over the mountain by the Ladysmith road, + only a day’s walk from here. I pretended to show her the shortest way to + her waggon, and thus brought her as far as she could walk in this + direction. I then killed her, and came up here and fetched my sons. We + carried her up in the night. She was very young and plump, and I have + never eaten anything that I enjoyed so much.” (Whitson turned cold with + horror. He remembered the girl’s mysterious disappearance, and the + fruitless searches undertaken in consequence.) “His flesh”—glancing + again at Langley—“looks something like hers did, and I am sure it + would taste just as nice. There was still a little of her left when I went + away last week. If you will go in there and look where the rock is split + on the right-hand side, you will—” But he did not finish the + sentence, for a bullet from Whitson’s revolver crushed through his brain, + and he tumbled forward on his face into the fire. + </p> + <p> + It was only after tremendous difficulty that Whitson and Langley succeeded + in escaping from the mountains. However, on the evening of the third day + after their adventure in the cave, they came in sight of the police camp. + Whitson sat down on a stone, and motioned his companion to do the same. + </p> + <p> + “See here, sonny,” he said, “I want to have a short talk with you. I am a + bit cross with you as the cause of my having been sucked in by that d—d + murdering old walrus. You ought to know the inhabitants of this country + better than a simple stranger like me, and so I took your lead. Now, + another thing: you nearly bust us both by your blasted foolishness in + going to sleep that day; but let that pass, because perhaps it would have + been worse if we had not been put on our guard; not but that it would take + a d—d smart cannibal to eat Hiram Whitson. But this is what I am + coming to: you, my boy, are a darned sight too fond of hearing your own + tongue clack. Now, take a warning from me, and don’t let a word of what + has happened since we left camp for Pietermaritzburg pass your lips. I did + all the shooting, and I’m not a bit ashamed of it; but, by the eternal + God, if you open your lips to a soul, I’ll shoot you like a dog or a + cannibal! Remember that, sonny, and say it quietly over to yourself the + first time you feel that you want to blab. Now, shake hands.” + </p> + <p> + This was probably the longest speech that Whitson had ever made. + </p> + <p> + About two years after the events narrated, Whitson took his discharge and + returned to America. He left behind him a sealed packet addressed to his + commanding officer, and which was not to be delivered for twelve months + after his departure. + </p> + <p> + Owing, however, to a strange combination of fortuitous circumstances, this + packet never reached its proper destination; its wrapper, bearing the + address, having been scorched off in a fire which took place in the house + where it was left. + </p> + <p> + NOTE + </p> + <p> + Many people have heard or read of the cannibals of Natal, who turned large + tracts of country into a shambles in the early part of this century, after + Tshaka’s impis had swept off all the cattle, and then kept the miserable + people continually on the move so that they were unable to cultivate. One + Umdava originated the practice of eating human flesh. Gathering together + the fragments of four scattered tribes, he trained them to hunt human + beings as others hunted game. This gang was a greater scourge to the + country surrounding the present site of Pietermaritzburg than even + Tshaka’s murdering hordes. It was broken up in or about the year 1824, + when the Europeans first came to the country, and the remnants of many + scattered tribes returned and settled under their protection. + </p> + <p> + All this is history with which most people in South Africa are familiar, + but many do not know that some of the cannibals fled to Basutoland, where, + among almost inaccessible mountains, they carried on their horrible + practices for many years. + </p> + <p> + It is a well-known fact that when men once surrender themselves to any + unnatural and brutal vice, the gratification of the abnormal instinct thus + acquired becomes the most imperative need of their nature. The Falkland + Islands case, as bearing specially upon the foregoing narrative, may be + mentioned. Some convicts escaped from the Falkland Island convict station, + and succeeded in reaching the coast of Patagonia. They then endeavored to + make their way to Montevideo, but having to keep along the shore so as to + avoid the natives, who would have killed them had they ventured inland, + were easily intercepted by the government cutter, which was always + despatched in cases of the kind to head off fugitives upon their only + possible course. Of the party only one man was found alive. In their + dreadful need the men had cast lots as to who should be killed and eaten + by the others, and this went on until only the one man remained. His + sufferings had been so horrible that he was let off any further + punishment, and simply brought back to the island to complete the term of + his sentence. Some months after, this man induced another to escape with + him in a boat, and, when the boat was overtaken, it was found that he had + killed his companion for the purpose of eating the latter’s flesh. This + was apparent from the fact that the supply of food which the fugitives had + taken with them was not exhausted. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + MARY MUSGRAVE, By Anonymous + </h2> + <p> + “Nine carets ef it’s a blessed one.” + </p> + <p> + “Scale ‘im, an’ ye’ll find he’s a half better. Clear es a bottle o’ gin, + an’ flawless es the pope! Tommy Dartmoor, ye’re in luck, s’ welp me never + ef ye ain’t, an’ that’s a brilliant yer can show the polis an’ not get + time fer.” + </p> + <p> + Tommy Dartmoor, who owed his surname to a crown establishment within the + restraining walls of which he had once enjoyed a temporary residence, + growled out a recommendation to “stow that,” and then added, “Boys, we’ll + wet this. Trek to Werstein’s.” + </p> + <p> + Forthwith a crowd of dirty, tanned diggers turned their heads in the + direction of Gustav Werstein’s American Bar, and walked toward it as + briskly as the heat and their weariness would admit of. The Israelite saw + them coming, straightened himself out of the half-doze in which he had + passed the baking afternoon, stopped down the tobacco in the porcelain + bowl of his long-stemmed pipe with stumpy forefinger, and, twisting a cork + off his corkscrew, stood in readiness. + </p> + <p> + “Name yer pizons, boys, an’ get outside ‘em, wishin’ all good luck to + R’yal Straight; R’yal Straight bein’ the name o’ this yer stone given by + Thomas D. Hesquire, original diskiverer an’ present perprietor.” + </p> + <p> + The orders were given,—bass at five shillings a bottle, champagne + (nee gooseberry) at five pounds, Cape smoke at two shillings per two + fingers,—and, at a given signal, there was an inarticulate roar from + dusty throats, an inversion of tumblers over thirsty mouths, and a second + inversion over the ground to show that all the contents had disappeared. + </p> + <p> + Satan, the one cat and only domestic pet of the camp, saw that there was a + general treat going on, and bustling up for his drink took a can of + condensed milk at six shillings. Other diggers came trooping in as the + news spread, and Tommy Dartmoor, who was rapidly becoming mellow, for he + drank half a tumbler of raw whisky with every one who nodded to him, stood + them refreshments galore, while the greasy Jew began to see visions of his + adopted fatherland in the near distance. + </p> + <p> + So the Kaffirs, except those who had supplies of their own, kept sober and + peaceful, while the higher order of the human race at Big Stone Hole, + after the manner of their kind, began to squabble. It was natural for them + to do so, perhaps, for the weather was so hot, and the liquors, for the + most part, more so; and under these circumstances men do not always cast + about them long for a casus belli. One or two minor brawls opened the + ball, and Herr Gustav, scenting battle in the air, drew from a locker a + card, which he balanced against the bottles on a shelf above his head. It + read thus: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + GENTS IS REKESTED TO SHOOT + CLEAR OF THE BARR-KEP. + BROKIN GLAS MAY BE PADE FOR + AT COST PRISE. +</pre> + <p> + and had been written for the German by a gentleman who had had some + experience in Forty Rod Gulch, Nevada. The action elicited a contemptuous + laugh from one or two of the new hands, but the oldsters began shifting + sundry articles which depended from their belts into positions from which + they might be handled at the shortest notice; and the black cat, more wise + than any of them, having drunk his fill, stalked solemnly out into the + security of the darkness. + </p> + <p> + The sun went down,—went out with a click, some one declared,—and, + as no twilight interposed between daylight and darkness in the country + which Big Stone Hole ornamented, Herr Gustav lit his two paraffin-lamps. + Neither boasted more than a one-inch wick, and, as their glasses were + extremely smoky, the illumination was not brilliant; but it sufficed to + show the flushed, angry faces of a couple of men standing in the centre of + the room, with all the others clustered round, watching eagerly. One was + the Scholar. The other was a burly giant, whose missing left little finger + caused him to be nicknamed the Cripple. About what they had originally + fallen out was not clear to any one, to themselves least of all. As the + case stood when the second lamp was lit, Scholar had called Cripple a + something-or-other liar, and Cripple, who was not inventive, had retorted + by stigmatising Scholar as another. Further recriminations followed, and + their pistols were drawn; but as the audience had a strong objection to + indiscriminate shooting, by which it was not likely to benefit, the + belligerents were seized. No one was unsportsmanlike enough to wish to + stop the fight, and Jockey Bill, giving voice to the general wish of the + meeting, proposed that the gents be fixed up agin’ a couple o’ posts + outside, where they might let daylight into each other without + lead-poisoning casual spectators. + </p> + <p> + The motion was acted on, and after rectifying a slight omission on the + Cripple’s part—he had forgotten to put caps on the nipples of his + revolver—the pair of them were seated upon upturned barrels some ten + yards apart, each with a lamp at his feet, and told to begin when they saw + fit to do so. The swarthy, bearded diggers grouped themselves on either + side, and the cat, emerging from his retreat, scrambled on to the shoulder + of one of them, fully as curious as the rest to “see the shootin’.” It was + a weird sight,—dust, scorched grass, empty tins, rude hovels, piles + of debris, African moonlight,—yet, except, perhaps, in the eyes of + the newest comers, there was nothing strange in it. The others were too wrapped + up in what was going to take place to see anything quaint in their + every-day surroundings. There was no theatre in the camp. The little + impromptu drama riveted all attention. + </p> + <p> + But before the duel commenced, a galloping horse, which had approached + over the grassy veldt unnoticed during the excitement, drew up with a + crash between the two combatants, and its rider, raising his hand to + command attention, cried: + </p> + <p> + “Boys, there’s a white woman comin’!” + </p> + <p> + “A white woman!” was chorused in various tones of disbelief. “What, here? + White woman comin’ here, Dan?” + </p> + <p> + And then some one inquired if she was a Boer. + </p> + <p> + “Boer—no,” replied Dan; “English—English as I am; leastways + Englisher, bein’ Amurrican-born myself. Overtook her et Hottentot Drift. + Thort I’d spur on an’ tell yer. We’d do wi’ a clean-up, some on us.” + </p> + <p> + Dan spoke indistinctly, as a bullet had lately disarranged some of his + teeth; but his words had a wonderful effect. + </p> + <p> + Each man began instinctively to tidy himself. The would-be duellists, + forgetting their quarrel, stuck the revolvers in their belts and followed + the general example. The Cripple hied him to the store, and after breaking + down the door abstracted the only blacking-brush in the camp,—putting + down a sovereign on the counter in exchange for it,—and set to + polishing his high boots as if a fortune depended on their brightness. The + Scholar bought Herr Gustav’s white shirt for a fiver, threatening to + murder its owner if he did not render it up. And Partridge, a good man + from Norfolk, with a regrettable weakness for shooting other people’s + game, induced a friend to denude him of his flowing locks by means of a + clasp-knife and a hunk of wood, as no scissors were procurable. + </p> + <p> + The wardrobes of Big Stone Hole were stocked more with a view to strict + utility than variety or ornamentation, and the slender resources of the + store utterly gave out under the sudden strain that was put upon them. In + every direction grimy, unkempt men might be seen attempting to beautify + themselves. Here was one enduring agonies from a razor that would scarcely + whittle a stick; here another recalling the feel of a cake of soap; there + a great fellow pulling faces as he struggled to get the teeth of a comb + into his shock of hair; there another brushing the clay from his moleskin + trousers with a tuft of stiff grass. + </p> + <p> + It seemed to these men ages since they had last seen a woman in the flesh,—Kaffir + women don’t count; they are not women, merely Kaffirs,—and, with the + natural instinct of males of every species, they set about pluming their + feathers. + </p> + <p> + These operations, though speedy as might be, were necessarily prolonged, + for most of the men required several buckets of water over the head before + they felt fit for such unaccustomed exercises, and they were scarcely + finished before the creaking of wheels and the cries of the voorlooper as + he urged his oxen announced that the wagon was within earshot. Up it came, + the great tilt gleaming white in the moonlight, and every eye was fixed + expectantly on the dark chasm within. The driver, puffed up with his own + importance, cracked his long whip and deigned not to notice the men whom + he usually greeted with a friendly hail, and the Hottentot boy ahead, + imitating his master, vouchsafed no explanation. With more deathly + slowness than usual did the lumbering vehicle crawl along until the tired + cattle pulled up before the door of the American Bar. Then there was a + rush and a bit of a scuffle for the honour of handing the woman out. The + Cripple was the fortunate man, and, after assisting her to the ground, + waved his tattered hat toward the gleaming open doorway. But he did not + speak. Words were beyond him. Indeed, the diggers, who were none of them + particularly remarkable for taciturnity as a general thing, seemed, with + one exception, to be stricken dumb. But the Scholar proved himself equal + to the occasion, and with courtly phrase bade the new-comer welcome to the + camp. He had always been a popular man among women in his palmier days, + though openly holding rather a poor opinion of them; and as the one before + him now was neat of speech and comely of form, he was not at all averse to + enjoying her society and conversation. + </p> + <p> + “I should be much obliged if you would direct me to a hotel,” she said, + after taking a look around the cheap gaudiness of the saloon. + </p> + <p> + “I’m sorry to say that we have no hotel here as yet, Miss—er—?” + </p> + <p> + “Musgrave. Miss Mary Musgrave”—with a little bow. “But I heard that + a German had started a hotel here.” + </p> + <p> + “No; there is nothing but this. That”—pointing to Herr Gustave, who + was regarding the newcomer with an evil eye—“that is the German.” + </p> + <p> + Miss Musgrave appeared distressed. + </p> + <p> + “Then where can I go?” she asked. “Are there any lodgings to be had?” + </p> + <p> + “The lady may have my place,” chorused three eager voices, and every man + in the room repeated the offer. + </p> + <p> + She thanked them with a pretty smile and one comprehensive bow, and looked + up at the Scholar for help. + </p> + <p> + “I would offer you my hut if it were not such a wretched one. But, as it + is, I should advise you to take this man’s”—and he pointed to Tommy + Dartmoor. + </p> + <p> + “Why, mine’s twenty carats better than hisn!” exclaimed the Cripple. + </p> + <p> + “And mine better ‘n either,” growled Dan. + </p> + <p> + “Mine’s the best of the lot.” + </p> + <p> + “No, it isn’t; mine is,” yelled others, till there was a general roar, + which caused Miss Musgrave to look frightened and shrink nearer to the + Scholar, and that gentleman to raise his hand for silence. + </p> + <p> + “Look here,” said he, “we’ll pick out the twelve best, and their owners + can cut with one another from a pack of cards.” + </p> + <p> + After some discussion twelve were settled upon, but the number was + immediately raised to thirteen to prevent Jockey Bill disgracing the camp + by shooting before a lady. A pack of cards was placed on the bar, and each + man chose one, holding his selection face downward till all were ready. + Then the Scholar said, “Turn,” and there were exhibited five aces, two + kings, a queen, three knaves, and two smaller cards. This was awkward, to + say the least of it, and, while sarcastic laughter rippled among the + spectators, there was an instinctive movement of right hands toward the + back of the belt on the part of each of the thirteen. + </p> + <p> + But the Scholar’s voice, full of remonstrance, said, “Boys, you’re being + looked at,” and there was a regretful sigh or two, but no bloodshed. + </p> + <p> + Miss Musgrave gazed inquiringly from one to another, and the Scholar, + laying his hand on her arm, whispered something in her ear. She smiled, + whispered back, and was answered, and then, stripping off a pair of + well-fitting fawn gloves, she took the cards in a pretty little white + hand, and dealt out one to each of the competitors with charming + clumsiness. + </p> + <p> + “Ain’t touched a keard afore, bless her,” whispered Euchre Buck, giving + his neighbor Dan a nudge in the ribs to call attention to this wonderful + piece of girlish innocence. “Square a deal es George Washington mought ha’ + made.” Then, as the greasy pasteboards were turned up, and his neighbour + was handed the ace of clubs, he raised his voice and yelled out, “Bully + for you, Dan! Cut away an’ clar yer cabin out.” + </p> + <p> + Away scampered Dan out into the darkness, with the rest of the crew at his + heels. Their home comforts were very small, poor fellows; but each gave of + his best, though the gifts were often incongruous enough. In half an hour + the cabin was fitted out with a small cracked looking-glass, two combs, an + old hair-brush,—still wet from the wash,—a pail, a frying-pan, + three kettles, two three-legged stools, and so many blankets that some + were requisitioned to carpet the floor. The whole crowd accompanied Miss + Musgrave to her door and gave her a cheer by way of good-night. She bowed + to them, smiling her thanks, and looking, as they thought, entrancingly + lovely as she stood there, with the pale moonbeams falling full on her. + </p> + <p> + Then she turned to go in, but as Euchre Buck stepped forward with an + admonishing cough, she waited and looked round at him. + </p> + <p> + “Miss,” said he, holding out a big revolver in his hard fist, “you take + this yer gun, an’ ef any one whistles, or otherwise disturbs you, let a + hole into him straight away, an’ we’ll see him buried decent.” + </p> + <p> + But Miss Musgrave courteously, and with profuse thanks, refused the offer, + and, saying that she had perfect confidence in all who were around her, + gave Euchre Buck a bewitching smile, went inside, and closed the door + after he. + </p> + <p> + Then the diggers returned to Gustav Werstein’s American Bar and discussed + the new arrival. + </p> + <p> + “I known Noomarket an’ Hascot an’ Hepson, an’ all the places where swells + goes in England,” said Jockey Bill, enthusiastically; “but never one come + there as pretty as she, stop my license if ther’ did.” + </p> + <p> + “Grand eyes, hain’t she?” said Tommy Dartmoor. “Regular fust-water ‘uns. + Here’s to ‘em!” + </p> + <p> + “And-a-hoof! See it peep below her gownd. S’ welp me ef it wer’ es big as + my ‘bacca-box!” + </p> + <p> + “An’ ‘er close, gentlemen! Made to measure, every thread on ‘em, I allow.” + </p> + <p> + “She’s a lady, boys,” exclaimed he who had offered to see after a funeral, + “a reg’lar slap-up, high-toned, blow-yer-eyes-don’t-touch-me lady; an’ as + she sees fit to do the civil to this fellar”—striking himself on the + chest—“he’s just going to drop his professional name, an’ arsk yer + to call him Mister Samuel K. Gregson, Esquire. Play on that.” + </p> + <p> + Next morning the inhabitants of Big Stone Hole were startled by reading + this announcement outside the cabin which Dan had resigned to Miss + Musgrave: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + SINGING AND MUSIC TAUGHT. + LITERARY WORK DONE. +</pre> + <p> + It was printed on a card, which was affixed to the door by means of a + drawing-pin, and from within came the sound of a contralto voice singing + to a guitar accompaniment. One by one the male residents of Big Stone Hole + drew near to that iron-roofed hut and stopped to listen; but after + commenting on the innovation in gleeful whispers—for guitar had + never twanged in that part of Africa before—they moved on to their + work. No consideration could cause them to neglect that. They might + fritter away the dull, rough gems when they had found them, but the lust + of handling diamonds once was the strongest passion they knew. And so the + day’s toil was not curtailed; but at the conclusion Miss Musgrave had an + application for instruction in music from every man in the camp, with one + exception. This one defaulter was Euchre Buck. He owned to having no ear + for music—thereby exhibiting more honesty than many of the others—and + confessed to knowing only two tunes, one of which was “Hail Columbia,” and + the other—wasn’t; and so he said he wanted some “literary work + done.” He proposed to Miss Musgrave that she should write a history of his + life at half a guinea a page, thereby—cute Yankee that he was—thinking + to appropriate the whole of her time. + </p> + <p> + But embarrassed by all these calls upon her, and obviously unable to + satisfy each of them, Miss Musgrave turned for help to the Scholar, whom + she appeared to regard as her special adviser; and he, promising a + solution of the difficulty in half an hour, drew off the whole crowd to + the American Bar, where the question was thrashed out in all its points. + </p> + <p> + It was clearly evident that Miss Musgrave could not surrender to each + individual the whole of her evening, even if any one had been willing to + let his neighbor monopolise it, which no one was; and therefore it was + necessary to formulate some scheme by which her talents might be + distributed over a larger area. But what the scheme should be was not + settled all in a minute. One man wanted to hear her sing, another to hear + her talk, another was willing to give five pounds an hour for the + privilege of talking to her. After a lengthened discussion, which was + excited throughout, and at times verged on the warlike, it was decided to + effect a compromise—subject, of course, to Miss Musgrave’s + inclinations; and a deputation was sent to learn her views on the subject. + </p> + <p> + There was no assembly-room in the place, excepting Werstein’s saloon,—which, + of course, was not available for such a purpose,—and so it was + proposed to her, with much humility, that she should take up her position + in the evenings on a chair outside her hut, and there discourse such vocal + and instrumental music as she saw fit, interlarding the same with friendly + conversation. What was she to talk about? Anything—absolutely + anything. They didn’t mind what it was, so long as they heard her voice. + Five shillings, the committee had decided, was to be paid by every man who + came within earshot. And any one who wanted a free list was requested to + argue the matter out with Euchre Buck. + </p> + <p> + This call upon her powers seemed to take Miss Musgrave aback. + </p> + <p> + “I have never sung in public,” she pleaded, rather nervously. “Indeed, my + voice is not good enough for it; really it isn’t. Only I thought I could + teach a little perhaps, and that is why I came here. You see, mother, is + an invalid, and we were so very poor that—” + </p> + <p> + “Miss,” broke in Jockey Bill, “call it ten bob a ‘ead, an’ just ‘um to + us.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh no, Mr. William, it was not the money that I thought about; indeed, + five shillings would be far too much. But if you think that I should be + able to amuse you at all, I would do my very best—believe me, I + would.” + </p> + <p> + “Miss,” growled Dan, with a clumsy endeavour to chase away her diffidence, + “all we asks is fer you to sit near us fer a spell. Ef you sings or plays, + we’d be proud; ef you just looks an’ talks, we’d be pleased.” + </p> + <p> + So in the end Miss Musgrave yielded to the wishes of the community, and + the nightly conclave in the American Bar became so much a thing of the + past that Gustav Werstein was heard to threaten another emigration. The + songs were to the diggers new, and yet not new. There was nothing of the + music-hall type about them; they were nearly all old-fashioned ditties. + She sang to them of “Barbara Allen” and “Sally in our Alley”; she gave + them “Cheer, Boys, Cheer,” and called for a chorus; she sang “The + Message,” “The Arrow and the Song”; and she brought back memories of other + days when Africa was to them a mere geographical expression—of days + when that something had not happened which had sent them away from home. + </p> + <p> + Sunday came, the fifth day after her arrival, and it differed from the + usual Sabbath of Big Stone Hole. Sunday had been observed before by the + biggest drinking bout of the week, and a summary settlement of the + previous six days’ disputes. Now, to the huge surprise of the Kaffirs, and + to the still greater surprise of themselves, these diamond-diggers sang + hymns at intervals during the day, and refrained from indulging in the + orthodox carouse till after Miss Musgrave had retired for the night. It + was a wonderful change. + </p> + <p> + During the next week a fall of earth took place in Tommy Dartmoor’s claim. + Two Kaffirs were killed; and when the proprietor himself was extricated + from the debris of blue clay which held him down, he was found to have a + broken arm, besides other serious injuries. + </p> + <p> + “Don’t let on to her,” he managed to gasp out to his rescuers, wishing to + spare Miss Musgrave’s nerves a shock. + </p> + <p> + But she saw the men bearing him to his hut, joined them, and insisted on + being installed as sole nurse forthwith. + </p> + <p> + Twenty other men would willingly have broken an arm for such a reward; and + the recklessness displayed during the next few days was something awful. + But she saw that too,—little escaped those big blue eyes,—and, + ascribing it to drink, gave a pretty strong lecture on the bibulous habits + of Big Stone Hole, at her next concert. + </p> + <p> + There was an earnest meeting in the American Bar that night, at which the + following motion was put and carried unanimously: “On and after this date, + any drunken man is liable to be shot at sight, unless his friends can + prove that he has dug over three carats of diamonds during the day.” And + then, like other reformers, they went on to more sweeping measures: “Only + knife-fighting to take place in the camp. All disputes with pistols, + unless of a very pressing nature, to be settled out of earshot of Dan’s + house.” There were even some hints of appointing a closing-time for the + saloon—“it would make the place so much more like home.” But the + promoter eventually withdrew his suggestion, as it was justly felt that + such a motion would interfere with the liberty of the subject too much. + But a storm of cheers burst forth when it was proposed to transfer the + diamond-safe from Werstein’s keeping to a corner of the new goddess’s + shrine. + </p> + <p> + Even Satan, the cat, joined in the general adoration, and, more favoured + than the rest, enjoyed at times a chaste salute from Miss Musgrave’s + ripe-red lips. + </p> + <p> + Never, in so short a space of time, had a community been more changed for + the better than was that of Big Stone Hole. Never had woman’s humanising + influence made itself more clearly felt. The azure cloud of blasphemy that + hung over the workings and the rest of the camp was replaced again by the + normal dust. Each man tried to beautify the inside of his shanty to the + best of his means and ideas, for there was no knowing when the only “she” + would take it into her pretty, capricious head to pay a call. In this + latter line the Scholar had a decided pull. Education had taught him + taste; necessity, handiness; and by aid of the two he transformed his rude + dwelling into something approaching the rooms in which he used to dawdle + away the happy hours, time ago. It was partly drawing-room, partly + curiosity-shop. Cups, saucers, and spoons appeared as if by magicians’ + call, and one blazing afternoon the news flashed round the diamond-pits + that Miss Musgrave was “taking afternoon tea with the Scholar.” But when + the Scholar saw the dismay his simple act had spread around him, he + dissipated it with a kindly laugh and a few reassuring words. + </p> + <p> + “Don’t mind me, boys. I was only doing the civil in a purely platonic + manner. Miss Musgrave is nothing to me, nor am I anything to her. Heaven + forbid! I’m too hard a bargain for any girl. If any one of you marries her + I’ll act as his best man if he asks me to, and wish him every felicity + without a thought of regret.” + </p> + <p> + “Bully for the Scholar!” yelled the delighted crowd; and Miss Musgrave’s + smiles were more sought after than ever. + </p> + <p> + So things went on day after day, week after week, till Miss Musgrave + became little short of an autocratic empress. But still she showed no + signs of taking unto herself a consort; she kept all men at a cousinly + distance, and those who felt intimate enough to address her as “Miss Mary” + accounted themselves uncommonly fortunate. Thus the little machine of + state worked perfectly harmoniously, and Big Stone Hole was as steady and + prosperous a settlement as need be. + </p> + <p> + Had these diggers refreshed their minds by looking back for historical + parallels, they might have been prepared in some degree for Miss + Musgrave’s exit from among them, but as none of them indulged in such + retrospections the manner of it took the camp somewhat by surprise. + </p> + <p> + It was first discovered in this wise. Work was over for the day. The + Kaffirs had been searched and had returned to their kraal. Pipes were + being lit after the evening meal, and a picturesque assembly was grouping + itself in an expectant semicircle on the sun-baked turf in front of Miss + Musgrave’s dwelling. She was usually outside to welcome the first comers, + and her absence naturally formed the staple topic of conversation. Digger + after digger arrived, threw himself down, and joined in the general + wonderment as to why Miss Mary wasn’t there, and at last some one hazarded + a suggestion that she “must be asleep.” There was a general epidemic of + noisy coughing for a full minute, and then silence for another, but no + sound from within the hut. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps she’s ill,” was the next surmise. + </p> + <p> + After the etiquette to be followed had been strictly discussed, and a + rigid course of procedure set down, the Scholar got up and knocked at the + door. He received no answer, and so knocked again—knocked several + times, in fact, and then rattled the handle vigorously, but without + result. + </p> + <p> + “Better open it,” said a voice. + </p> + <p> + And he did so; and after looking inside, announced: + </p> + <p> + “She’s not there.” + </p> + <p> + At this moment Dan came up. + </p> + <p> + “My ole mar’ ‘s gone,” he said; “an’ she ain’t stampeded, neither, but was + stole. Tote-rope’s been untied, an’ saddle an’ bridle took as well.” + </p> + <p> + There was uncomfortable silence, which the Scholar broke by a low, + long-drawn whistle. + </p> + <p> + “Boys,” said he, “let’s look inside the safe.” + </p> + <p> + The three men who held the keys brought them up, the bolts were shot, and + the massive door swung back. There was every man’s little sack with his + name on it; but somehow or other the sacks looked limper than of yore. + Each one was eagerly clutched and examined, and many a groan and not a few + curses went up on the still night air as it was found that every sack save + Dan’s had been relieved of the more valuable part of its contents. + </p> + <p> + So much heart-breaking labour under the burning sun thrown away for + nothing; the dreary work to commence afresh, almost from the beginning! + Had the thief been any ordinary one, the denunciation would have been + unbounded; but no one lifted his tongue very loudly against Mary Musgrave. + Yet mounted men were despatched on the three trails to bring back the + booty if possible, and the rest moved dejectedly toward their old club. + The greasy Jew did not attempt to conceal his exultation. He served his + customers with his wicked old face glowing with smiles, and when a + moment’s breathing-time came he observed: + </p> + <p> + “We all ‘az hour lettle surbrizes in dis wairld, an’ I most confaiss I am + asdonished myself to lairn that Mess Mosgrave is a thief—” But here + a crashing among the glassware announced that Tommy Dartmoor had begun + shooting with his left hand, and Herr Gustave sputtered out from behind + the fingers he held before his face, “Ach Gott! I say nozzing more!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0007" id="link2H_4_0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + GREGORIO, By Percy Hemingway + </h2> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0008" id="link2H_4_0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I—AT THE PARADISO + </h2> + <p> + The Cafe Paradiso was full of people, for the inhabitants of Alexandria + had dined, and the opera season was over. The seats at every table were + occupied, and the fumes of smoke from a hundred cigars partly hid the + ladies of the orchestra. As the waiters pushed aside the swing-doors of + the buffet and staggered into the salon with whisky, absinthe, and coffee, + the click of billiard-balls was heard. The windows facing the sea were + wide open, for the heat was intense, and the murmur of the waves mingled + with the plaintive voices of the violins. + </p> + <p> + Seated by a table at the far end of the hall, Gregorio Livadas hummed + softly an accompaniment to Suppe’s “Poete et Paysan,” puffing from time to + time a cloudlet of blue smoke from his mouth. When the music ceased he + joined in the applause, leaning back happily in his chair as the musicians + prepared to repeat the last movement. Meanwhile his eyes wandered idly + over the faces of his neighbors. + </p> + <p> + When the last chord was struck he saw the women hurry down from the + platform and rush toward the tables where their acquaintances sat. He + heard them demand beer and coffee, and they drank eagerly, for fiddling in + that heat was thirsty work. He watched the weary waiters hastening from + table to table, and he heard the voices around him grow more animated and + the laughter more frequent. One man was fastening a spray of flowers on + the ample bosom of the flautiste, while another sipped the brown lager + from the glass of the big drum, and the old wife of the conductor left her + triangle and cymbals to beg some roses from an Arab flower-girl. Truly the + world was enjoying itself, and Gregorio smiled dreamily, for the sight of + so much gaiety pleased him. He wished one of the women would come and talk + to him; he would have liked to chat with the fair-haired girl who played + the first violin so well. He began to wonder why she preferred that ugly + Englishman with his red face and bald head. He caught snatches of their + conversation. Bah! how uninteresting it was! for they could barely + understand each other. What pleasure did she find in listening to his bad + French? and in her native Hungarian he could not even say, “I love.” Why + had she not come to him, Gregorio Livadas, who could talk to her well and + would not mumble like an idiot and look red and uncomfortable! Then he saw + she was drinking champagne, and he sighed. Ah, yes, these English were + rich, and women only cared for money; they were unable to give up their + luxuries for the sake of a man. + </p> + <p> + But at this thought Gregorio blushed a little. After all, there was one + woman—the only woman he ought to think of—who was not afraid + of hardship for the sake of her husband. He tried to excuse himself by + arguing that the music had excited him; but he felt a little ashamed, and + as a sop to his not yet quite murdered conscience got up and left the + cafe. + </p> + <p> + When he turned into the Place Mehemet Ali he remembered suddenly that he + had wasted his evening. It was ten o’clock, too late to set about the + business he had intended. He was angry with himself now as well as + ashamed. He wandered up and down the square, looking at the statue of the + great khedive, silhouetted against the moonlight, and cursed at his + misfortunes. + </p> + <p> + Why should he, Gregorio Livadas, be in need of money? He had worked hard, + but without success. He could have borne his ill luck had he alone been + the sufferer, but he must consider his child—and, of course, his + wife too. He was really fond of his wife in a way. But he smiled proudly + as he thought of his son, for whom he schemed out a great future. He and + Xantippe would train the boy so carefully that he would grow up to be a + great man, and, what was more, a rich man. How they would laugh, all + three, as they sat in the splendid cafes over their wine, at the hardships + the father had endured! Still he must not forget the present, and he + sorely needed money. He would go to Amos again. Amos was a rich man, very + rich, and a filthy Jew. Amos could easily spare him some money and renew + the last loan. He was going to be successful now and would be able to pay + good interest. What better investment could Amos have? Surely none. He was + going to set up a cafe with the money at Tanta, or Zagazig, or even + Benhur,—yes, Benhur was the best,—where there were few + competitors. Then he would make a fortune, as other Greeks had done, and + Amos would be paid in full. He was not extravagant, no; he had the + business instincts of his race. Half these rich merchants of Alexandria + had begun as he would begin; he would succeed as they had succeeded. The + future was really hopeful, if he could only borrow a little capital. + </p> + <p> + With these thoughts surging through his brain Gregorio paced up and down + the pavements. At last he turned into the Rue des Soeurs and started + slowly toward his home. + </p> + <p> + This street, the sink of Alexandria, was at its gayest. The cafes where + cheap liquor is sold were crowded. Soldiers and sailors, natives and the + riffraff of half a dozen nations, jostled one another. The twanging of + guitars and the tinkling of pianos was heard from every house. Women, + underclothed and overpainted, leaned from the upper windows and made + frequent sallies into the street to capture their prey. Loud voices sang + lusty English choruses and French chansonnettes, and Neapolitan songs + tried to assert themselves whenever the uproar ceased for a moment. Every + one talked his, or her, own tongue, and gesture filled in the gaps when + words were wanting. All seemed determined to degrade themselves as much as + possible, and nearly every one seemed supremely happy. + </p> + <p> + Occasionally there was a fight, and knives were used with unerring skill; + but the mounted police who patrolled the streets, though overtaxed, + managed to preserve a certain amount of order. + </p> + <p> + Gregorio took very little notice of the scenes through which he passed. He + knew every inch and corner of the quarter that had been his home for + years, and was familiar with most of its inhabitants. He sighed a little + as he thought of the money being lost and won in the stuffy ill-lighted + rooms at the back of the houses, shut out from view of the authorities. + Like most of his race, he was fond of the excitement of gambling. But of + what use were regrets and sighs? he had no money, and must needs go home. + It was vain to try and borrow or to ask credit for his losses; in these + gambling hells what is lost must be immediately paid, for tempers are + inflamed by drink and knives are worn at each player’s belt. + </p> + <p> + But he sighed, none the less, at the hard necessity that compelled him to + pass down the street without once entering the doors of a tavern. It was + very hot, and he had smoked many cigarettes. He would have been glad to + call for a drink. The tavern-keepers, though they were his friends, + expected to be paid. One or two women beckoned to him, who would have + willingly offered him wine, but he was proud enough to ignore them. + </p> + <p> + He became more moody and dejected as he went along, silent and sober amid + so much revelry. When he reached his house he saw a drunken man lying on + the threshold asleep. He stooped to look into his face and recognised an + Englishman, the foreman of some tramp in the harbour. He kicked the + recumbent form testily as he strode over it. + </p> + <p> + “These English, what beasts they are!” he growled, “and I—I have not + a piastre for a single glass of wine.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II—CONCERNING A DEBT + </h2> + <p> + Gregorio found, on entering his house, that his wife was already in bed. + He went into the tiny kitchen and saw a plate of macaroni ready for his + supper. He tried to eat some, but it stuck in his throat. He took a bottle + of cheap Cretan wine from a shelf and drank from it; but the wine was + sour, and he spat it from his mouth with a curse. + </p> + <p> + Taking up the lamp, he went into the bedroom. His wife was fast asleep + with the boy in her arms. For a moment a smile flickered round Gregorio’s + mouth as he looked at them. Then he took off his boots and his coat, blew + out the lamp, and lay beside them. He was very tired after his long tramp + in the hot streets, but he could not sleep. Angrily he tossed from side to + side and closed his eyes tightly; but it was no good, sleep would not + come. + </p> + <p> + At midnight he heard a call to prayer chanted from the minaret of a tiny + mosque in the neighbourhood. The muezzin’s voice irritated him. He did not + wish to pray, and he did want to sleep. He swore that it was insanity for + these fools of Mohammedans to declare that prayer was better than sleep. + </p> + <p> + Then the thoughts that had agitated him during the walk returned to him. + The Rue des Soeurs was still noisy with merry-makers, and it seemed to him + that if he could only join them he would be happy. But he had no money, + and one can do nothing without money! + </p> + <p> + Then there came back to him the face of the Englishman he had seen talking + to the violinist of the Paradiso. He hated the man because he was ugly and + rich. These English were all rich, and yet they seemed to him a miserable + race, mere ignorant bullies. He remembered how often he had come to the + help of the English travellers who filled Egypt. Why had he, he asked + himself, for the sake of a miserable reward, prevented them being cheated, + when he, with all his talents, was condemned to starve? Even his child, he + thought, would grow to hate him if he remained poor. He must get money. + Amos would have to lend him some. The Jews were unpopular among the + Greeks; it were wise to keep on good terms with them, as Amos would find + out. + </p> + <p> + At last he fell asleep. + </p> + <p> + In the morning his troubles began again. There was no coffee, and only a + little Arab bread, and when that was done they must starve if they could + not get some money. Gregorio tore off a bit of bread and ate it slowly, + looking at his wife, who sat weeping beside him. + </p> + <p> + “I shall go to Amos,” he said, firmly. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, yes, to Amos,” Xantippe answered quietly; “but it will be no good.” + </p> + <p> + “Why no good?” + </p> + <p> + “Because you owe him money, and he will give you no more till he is paid.” + </p> + <p> + “But we cannot pay him. He must let us have some. If not—” and + Gregorio raised threatening. + </p> + <p> + His wife smiled sadly and kissed him. + </p> + <p> + “You will not frighten Amos, my love. When I told him the child had been + ill, he only laughed.” + </p> + <p> + “When was that?” + </p> + <p> + “Yesterday.” + </p> + <p> + “Then he had been here?” + </p> + <p> + “He came last night to ask for his money. I told him we had none, and he + laughed and said we must get some. He told me I might get some if I cared + to. He said I could make, oh, so much!” + </p> + <p> + Gregorio scowled savagely. “The filthy Jew! he said that? Never, never, + never!” + </p> + <p> + “But we must get some money,” the woman sobbed, “if only for our son’s + sake, Gregorio. But not that way?” + </p> + <p> + “No, not that way,” he replied, savagely. + </p> + <p> + “When shall you go to him?” + </p> + <p> + “Now.” + </p> + <p> + And taking up his hat he rushed into the street. He was terribly angry, + not so much at the purport of the Jew’s speech as at the man who made it. + He loathed the Jews, and felt insulted when spoken to by one; it was a + terrible matter to ask this man for help, but it was intolerable that his + wife should suffer insult. And yet the child must be fed. Yes, she had + said that, and it was true. They must make sacrifices for the child. + </p> + <p> + He soon reached the Jew’s house, and was shown by a richly clad servant + into the room where Amos sat. Amos was an old man, tall and strong, with a + long bushy beard, in which his fingers continually played; and his eyes + were sharp and brilliant and restless, a strange contrast to his stately + bearing and measured movements. He rose from his cushions as Gregorio + entered, and saluted him courteously, motioning him to a seat. Then, + having resettled himself, he clapped his hands together smartly and + ordered the servant who answered the summons to bring in coffee and pipes. + </p> + <p> + Gregorio was rather overawed at the luxury he saw around him, and he felt + the stern-looking, polite old man would be a difficult person to deal + with. As he puffed at his tube he considered carefully what words he + should use. + </p> + <p> + For some time neither spoke, but Amos was the first to break the silence. + </p> + <p> + “You heard I was at your house last night, and so have come to pay me?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I heard you were at my house and that you wanted to be paid. You are + a rich man, and I am poor.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, I am not rich; they lie who say I am rich.” + </p> + <p> + “It is twenty pounds I owe you, is it not?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, twenty pounds. It is a large sum, and I have dealt generously with + you. I am now in need of it myself.” + </p> + <p> + “I am a poor man.” + </p> + <p> + “You have not the money, eh, my friend?” + </p> + <p> + “I have not the money. But I will pay you if you will lend me some more. I + shall be successful now; only twenty pounds more.” + </p> + <p> + Amos appeared unmoved at the tremor in Gregorio’s voice. His eyes rested + coldly on the face of his client, while the unfortunate Greek continued to + speak rapidly of his troubles and hopes. He smiled sarcastically as + Gregorio spoke of the certainty of making his fortune at Benhur, and + remained quite unmoved at the story of the sufferings of a woman and child + from hunger and want. + </p> + <p> + “Your wife is beautiful,” was all he answered when Gregorio paused for a + moment. At these words, however, he half rose from his place and clinched + his hands savagely. But he sank back again with the remembrance that a + show of temper would not advance his cause. + </p> + <p> + “Very beautiful,” he answered, chokingly; “would you see her starve?” + </p> + <p> + “She is not my wife,” said Amos, quietly. Then he continued slowly, + pausing at intervals to puff out a cloud of smoke from his mouth: + </p> + <p> + “You have owed me this money a long time. I want it, and I will have it. + Even in Egypt there is law. You do not like us Jews, but the law will + protect me as long as I am rich enough to buy justice. In three days you + will pay me this money. I have been generous to you; now I will be + generous no longer. If I am not paid I will take measures to recover my + loss. You will sleep in the streets like the Arabs, my friend; but the + weather is warm. It is early summer, so you will scarcely feel the + exposure. In three days you will come and pay me.” + </p> + <p> + “But how am I to get the money? If you would lend me only a few pounds I + would repay you all I owe.” + </p> + <p> + “Already you owe me more than you can pay. You can make money. You are + married. These Christian women are worse than the Arabs; do I not see them + as I come home in the evening from my business? It is not right to borrow + and not repay. I need my money. How can I have my coffee and my pipe + unless I have money?” + </p> + <p> + Gregorio listened with growing anger, and finally rose from his seat and + shook his fist in the old man’s face. + </p> + <p> + “You shall be paid,” he shouted, “you shall be paid!” + </p> + <p> + “Anger is useless, my friend.” + </p> + <p> + And as Gregorio left the house Amos smiled and stroked his beard. “Truly,” + he thought, “these Christians hate us, but we have them in our power. It + is pleasant to be hated and yet to know that it is to us they must cringe + when they are in need; and it is very pleasant to refuse. My friend + Gregorio is not happy now that he is struggling in my grasp.” + </p> + <p> + As for Gregorio, he wandered away toward the harbour, kicking savagely at + the refuse scattered along the pavement. He did not know how to set about + earning the requisite sum. It was no good applying to the hotels or + tourist agencies, for there were few visitors in the city and dragomen + were therefore not needed. + </p> + <p> + His friends were too poor to help him, and the consul was unable to do + much for him, there were so many poor Greeks who wanted help. Meanwhile + there was no food at home and no drink; even the necessaries of life were + lacking. + </p> + <p> + On arriving at his home he found his wife and child huddled in a corner + crying for food. They ran toward him as he entered, but the hope in their + faces quickly faded at the sight of him. + </p> + <p> + “It’s no good,” Gregorio growled; “Amos refuses to advance a piastre and + says I must pay all I owe in three days.” + </p> + <p> + “It is impossible to sleep when one is hungry,” said Gregorio that night + to his wife, who lay awake, weeping, beside him. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0010" id="link2H_4_0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III—OF FAILURE AND A RESOLVE + </h2> + <p> + Gregorio’s dreams, when he did sleep, were none of the pleasantest, and + when he woke up, from time to time, he heard his wife weeping. In + wondering what he should say to comfort her he fell asleep again, and + sleeping was worse than lying awake. For in his dreams he saw Xantippe and + his child starving and crying for food, and he was unable to help them in + any way. He lived over again the long day he had spent tramping the + streets of Alexandria searching for work. He saw the few tourists still + left in the town fat and happy; he saw the porters of the hotels who had + smiled on him pityingly and yet contemptuously; and he woke, after each + representation of the crude comedy, hot and yet cold with perspiration, to + feel the bed on which he lay shaking under the sobs of his wife. + </p> + <p> + When at last day dawned Gregorio raised himself with an oath, and swore to + find food for his family and work for himself. The terrible debt he owed + to Amos he swore should not trouble him, laughing at his wife’s + remonstrances. With the bright daylight had come a new courage, and, + hungry as he was, he felt able not only to satisfy their hunger, but so + skilfully to arrange matters that they would never feel hungry again. Yet + is was a terrible ordeal, that half-hour when the family should have sat + down to a table laden with food. The poor wife cried, and he had to + comfort her tears with promises, unsubstantial nutriment indeed, and they + could not satisfy the child, who failed dismally to understand them. + Through the green blinds came the noise of life and health and merriment; + curses too, sometimes, but only the curses of the well fed, and therefore + meaningless. Already the sun fell hot and indomitable on the room, and the + atmosphere at their touch became stifling. Gregorio, swallowing his tears, + tore out into the street, shouting up the narrow stairway hysterical words + of hope. + </p> + <p> + How long and shadowless the street seemed! Every house had its green + blinds closely shut; the wind that stirred the dust of the pavements was + hot and biting. Gregorio clinched his hands and strode rapidly onward. + What mattered it to him that behind those green blinds women and men + slumbered in comparative comfort? He had a work to do, and by sunset must + carry good tidings to his little world. For a time his heart was brave as + the dry wind scorched the tear upon his cheek. “Surely,” he thought, + weaving his thoughts into a fine marching rhythm, “the great God will help + me now, will help me now.” + </p> + <p> + At midday, after he had tried, with that strange Greek pertinacity that + understands no refusals, all the hotels and tourist agencies he had called + at the day before, he became weary and disconsolate. The march had become + a dirge; no longer it suggested happiness to be, but failure. An + Englishman threw him a piastre, and he turned into a cafe. Calling for a + glass of wine, he flung himself down on the wooden bench and tried to + think. But really logical thinking was impossible. For in spite of the + sorrow at his heart, the same bright dreams of wealth and happiness came + back to mock him. The piastre he played with became gold, and he felt the + cafe contained no luxuries that he might not command to be brought before + him. But as the effects of the red wine of Lebanon evaporated he began to + take a soberer though still cheerful view of his position. It was only + when the waiter carried off his piastre that he suddenly woke to fact and + knew himself once more a man with a wife and child starving in Alexandria, + an alien city for all its wealthy colony of Greeks. A wave of pity swept + over him; not so much for the woman was he sorry, though he loved her too, + but for the baby whose future he had planned. He scowled savagely at the + inmates of the cafe, who only smiled quietly, for they were used to poor + Greeks who had drunk away their last coin, and pushed past them into the + street. + </p> + <p> + There it was hotter than ever, and he met scarcely any one. Every one who + could be was at home, or in the cool cafes; only Gregorio was abroad. He + determined to make for the quay. He knew that many ships put into the + Alexandrian waters, and there was often employment found for those not too + proud to work at lading and unloading. Quickly, and burning as the + kempsin, he hurried through the Rue des Soeurs, not daring to look up at + the house wherein he dwelt. The muffled sounds of voices and guitars from + the far-away interiors seemed to mock his footsteps as he passed the + wine-shops; and all the other houses were silent and asleep. At last he + arrived on the quay, and the black lines of the P. and O. stood out firmly + before him against the pitiless blue of sea and sky. He wandered over the + hot stone causeway, but found no one. The revenue officers were away, and + not a labourer, not a sailor, was visible. Beyond the breakwater little + tufts of silvery foam flashed on the rollers, and a solitary steamer + steered steadily for the horizon. He could see the Greek flag at her + stern, and his eyes filled with tears. Ah, how little his friends in + Athens thought of the man who had come to find fame and fortune in the + far-off East! He sat down on the parapet and watched the vessel until she + became a tiny speck on the horizon, and then he recommenced his search for + work. His heart was braver for a moment because of its pangs; he swore he + would show these countrymen of his who dwelt at home, and who in three + days would see the very ship he had been gazing at arrive in Grecian + waters, that he was worthy of his country and his kinsfolk. + </p> + <p> + But resolutions were useless, tenacity of purpose was useless. For two + long hours he wandered by the harbour, but met no one. + </p> + <p> + At last the sun fell behind the western waves, and the windows of the + khedive’s palace glowed like a hundred flaming eyes; the flags fell from + the masts of the vessels; on the city side was a sudden silence, save for + the melancholy voices of the muezzins; then the day died; the bright + stars, suddenly piercing the heavens, mocked him with their brilliance and + told him that his useless search for bread was over. + </p> + <p> + Gregorio went back slowly to his home. Already the Rue des Soeurs was + crowded. The long street rang with music and laughter, and instead of + blinds covering the windows merry women leaned upon the sills and laughed + at the crowds below. + </p> + <p> + Gregorio, when he reached his house, would have liked to go straight to + bed. But it was not to be, for as he entered the tiny room he heard his + wife trying to persuade the hungry infant into sleep, and his footsteps + disturbed her tears. He had to calm them as best he could, and as he + soothed her he noticed the child had a crust in his hand which he gnawed + half contentedly. At the same moment the dim blue figure of an Arab passed + by the opposite wall, and had almost gained the door ere Gregorio found + words. + </p> + <p> + “Who are you?” + </p> + <p> + “It is Ahmed,” his wife answered, gently, placing her trembling hand upon + his shoulder; “he too has children.” + </p> + <p> + Gregorio scowled and muttered, “An Arab,” and in that murmur none of the + loathing was hidden that the pseudo-West bears for the East. + </p> + <p> + “The child is starving,” said Ahmed. “I have saved the child; maybe some + day I shall save the father.” And Ahmed slipped away before Gregorio could + answer him. + </p> + <p> + For a while neither he nor his wife spoke; they stood silent in the + moonlight. At last Gregorio asked huskily, “Have you had food?” + </p> + <p> + “Not to-day,” was the answer; and the sweet voice was almost discordant in + its pathos as it continued, “nor drink, and but for Ahmed the boy had + died.” + </p> + <p> + Gregorio could not answer; there was a lump in his throat that blocked + words, opening the gate for sobs. But he choked down his emotion with an + effort and busied himself about the room. Xantippe sat watching him + anxiously, smoothly with nervous fingers the covering of her son’s bed. + </p> + <p> + As the night advanced the heat increased, and all that disturbed the + silence of the room was the echo of the streets. Gregorio walked to the + window and looked out. Below him he saw the jostling crowd of men and + women. These people, he thought, were happy, and two miserables only dwelt + in the city—his wife and himself. And whenever he asked himself what + was the cause of his misery, the answer was ever the same—poverty. + He glanced at his son, tossing uneasily in his bed; he looked at his wife, + pale and haggard in the moonlight; he remembered his own sufferings all + day long in the hot cruel streets, and he spoke unsteadily: + </p> + <p> + “Xantippe?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “I have thought over things.” + </p> + <p> + “And I too.” + </p> + <p> + “We are starving,—you are starving, and I am starving,—and all + day long I tramp these cursed streets, but gain nothing. So it will go on, + day in, day out. Not only we ourselves, but our son too must die. We must + save him.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Xantippe, quietly, repeating her husband’s words as she kissed + the forehead of her child, “we must save him.” + </p> + <p> + “There is only one way.” + </p> + <p> + “Only one way,” repeated Xantippe, dreamily. There was a pause, and then, + as though the words had grown to have a meaning to her that she could not + fathom, she queried, “What way, Gregorio?” + </p> + <p> + “That,” he said, roughly, as he caught her by the wrist, and, dragging her + to the window, pointed to the women in the street beneath. + </p> + <p> + Xantippe hid her face on her husband’s breast and cried softly, while she + murmured, “No, no; I will never consent.” + </p> + <p> + “Then the child will die,” answered the Greek, curtly, flinging her from + him. + </p> + <p> + And the poor woman cast herself upon the bed beside her boy, and when her + tears ceased for a moment stammered, “When?” + </p> + <p> + “To-morrow,” was the answer, cruel and peremptory. And as Gregorio closed + the lattice, shutting out the noise of song and laughter, the room echoed + with the mighty sobbing of a woman who was betrayed, and who repeated + hysterically, while kissing the face of her child, “To-morrow, to-morrow + there will be food for you.” + </p> + <p> + And Gregorio slept peacefully, for the danger of starvation was over; he + would yet live to see his son become rich. + </p> + <p> + And the woman? + </p> + <p> + He kissed her before he slept, and women always cry. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0011" id="link2H_4_0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IV—CONCERNING TWO WOMEN + </h2> + <p> + Gregorio felt a little bit ashamed of himself next morning. The excitement + had passed, and the full meaning of his words came back to him and made + him shudder. The sun, already risen, sent shafts of light between the lips + of the wooden lattice. A faint sound of life and movement stole upward + from the street below. But Xantippe and the boy still slumbered, though + the woman’s form shook convulsively at times, for she sobbed in her sleep. + </p> + <p> + Gregorio looked at the two for a minute and then raised himself with an + oath. The woman’s heavy breathing irritated him, for, after all, he + argued, it was her duty as well as his to sacrifice herself for the lad. + Moreover, the Jew must be paid, and to-day was that appointed by Amos for + the settling of their account. There was no money to pay it with, and they + must lose their furniture, so much at least was certain. But Amos would + not have the best of the bargain, thought the Greek as he looked round the + room with a grin, and the certainty that he had got the better of Amos for + the moment cheered his spirits. Then, too, after to-day there would be + plenty to eat, for his wife could manage to earn money; nor was the man so + mean in his villainy as to shirk any effort to earn money himself. After + first looking at his wife critically and with a satisfied smile, he + touched her on the shoulder to wake her. + </p> + <p> + “I am going out for work,” he said, as Xantippe opened her eyes. + </p> + <p> + “All right.” + </p> + <p> + “Good-bye.” + </p> + <p> + But Xantippe answered not. She turned her face to the wall wearily as + Gregorio left her. + </p> + <p> + Entering the street he made straight for Amos’s house, and told the + porter, who was still lying on the trestle before the door, that he could + not pay the Jew’s bill. Then without waiting for an answer, he hurried off + to the quay. + </p> + <p> + With better luck than on the previous day, he managed to obtain employment + for some hours. The Greek mail-boat had arrived, and under the blazing sun + he toiled good-humouredly and patiently. The work was hard, but it gave + him no opportunity of thinking. He had to be continually dodging large + bales of fruit and wine, and if he made a mistake the officer on duty + would shout at him angrily, “Lazy dog! you would not have left Greece were + you not an idle fellow.” Such words wounded his pride, and he determined + to do so well that he should earn praise. But the little officer, his + bright buttons flashing in the sunlight, who smoked quietly in the + intervals of silence, never praised anybody; but he left off abusing + Gregorio at last, and when work ceased for the day bade him come again on + the morrow. + </p> + <p> + At sunset Gregorio pocketed his few hard-earned piastres and wandered + cityward. He did not care to go back to his home, for he knew there would + be miserable stories to tell of the Jew’s anger, and, moreover, he was + terribly thirsty. So he went into a little cafe—known as the + Penny-farthing Shop—opposite his house and called for a flask of + kephisa. As he sipped the wine he glanced up nervously at his window and + wondered whether his wife had already left home. Were he sure that she + had, he would leave his wine untouched and hasten to look after his son + and give him food. But until he knew Xantippe had gone he would not move. + The sobs of yesterday still disturbed him, and he was more than once on + the point of cancelling his resolves. But as the wine stirred his blood he + became satisfied with what he had done and said. The little cafe at Benhur + that was to make his fortune seemed nearly in his grasp. Had he not, he + asked himself, worked all day without a murmur? It was right Xantippe + should help him. + </p> + <p> + As he sat dreamily thinking over these things, and watching the shadows + turn to a darker purple under the oil-lamps, a woman spoke to him. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Gregorio, are you asleep?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said he, turning toward his questioner. + </p> + <p> + The woman laughed. She was a big woman, dressed in loose folds of red and + blue. Her hair was dishevelled, and ornamented with brass pins fastened + into it at random. Her sleeves were rolled up to her armpits, and she had + her arms akimbo—fat, flabby arms that shook as she laughed. Her eyes + were almost hidden, she screwed them up so closely, but her wide mouth + opened and disclosed a row of gigantic, flawless teeth. + </p> + <p> + Gregorio frowned as he looked at her. He knew her well and had never liked + her. But he dare not quarrel with her, for he owed her money, and “for the + love of his black eyes,” as she told him, she had ever a bottle of wine + ready for him when he wished. + </p> + <p> + “Well, my good woman,” he blurted out, surlily, “you seem to be amused.” + </p> + <p> + “I am, Gregorio. Tell me,” she continued, slyly, seating herself beside + him and placing her elbows on the table, “how is she?” + </p> + <p> + “Who?” + </p> + <p> + “Xantippe. She came to me to-day, and I saw she had been crying. But I + said nothing, because it is not always wise to ask questions. I thought + she wept because she was hungry and because the baby was hungry. I offered + her food and she took some, but so little, scarcely enough to cover a + ten-piastre piece. ‘That is for the baby,’ I said; ‘now some for you.’ But + she refused.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps she had food for herself,” said Gregorio, shifting uneasily in + his chair. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps,” said the woman, and laughed again, more loudly than ever, till + the table shook. “But she asked me for something else,” she continued, + when her merriment languished for want of breath; “she asked me to let her + have an old dress of mine, a bright yellow-and-red dress, and she borrowed + some ornaments. It is not right of you, Gregorio, to keep an old friend on + the door-step when you have a fantasia.” + </p> + <p> + Gregorio scowled savagely. After a pause he said, “I don’t know why my + wife wanted your dress and ornaments.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh yes, you do, friend Gregorio.” And she laughed again, this time a + suppressed, chuckling laugh that threatened to choke her; and she + supported her chin on her hands, while her eyes peered through the + enveloping fat at the man who sat opposite to her. Suddenly she stood up, + and taking Gregorio by the arm dragged him to the door. + </p> + <p> + “See, there she goes. My garments are cleverly altered and suit her + finely, don’t they? Ah, well, my friend, a man who cannot support a wife + should marry a woman who can support him.” + </p> + <p> + Gregorio did not stop to answer her, but pushed past her into the street. + The woman watched him enter the house opposite, and then returned quietly + to her work. But there was a smile hovering round her lips as she murmured + to herself, “Ah, well, in time.” + </p> + <p> + Gregorio meanwhile had run up to his room and entered it breathless with + excitement. The first glance told him that Amos had seized all he could, + for nothing remained save a wooden bench and one or two coarse, + half-disabled cooking utensils. + </p> + <p> + Gregorio swore a little as he realised what had happened. Then he saw in a + corner by the window his son and Ahmed. + </p> + <p> + “She has gone,” said Ahmed, as Gregorio’s gaze rested on him. But she + might have gone merely to market, or to see a neighbour, for all the + imperturbable Arab face disclosed. As soon as he had spoken the man bent + over the child, laughing softly as the youngster played with his beard. + For the Arab, as he is miscalled, is fond of children, and there are none + to whom children take so readily as to the Egyptian fellahin. + </p> + <p> + Gregorio watched the two for a moment, and then placing his remaining + piastres in the man’s hand bade him bring food and wine. As soon as he was + left alone with his son, he flung himself down on the floor and kissed, + “You shall be a great man, ay, a rich man, my son.” + </p> + <p> + He repeated the sentence over and over again, punctuating it with kisses, + while the two-year-old regarded him wonderingly, until Ahmed returned. + </p> + <p> + When the meal was ended Gregorio took the boy in his arms and sang to him + softly till at last the infant slept. Then he placed him gently on the + floor, having first made of his coat a bed, and went to the window and + flung back the shutters. He smoked quietly as the minutes went by, waiting + impatiently for his wife to return. It seemed to him monstrous that the + boy who was to inherit a fortune should be sleeping on the dirty floor + wrapped in an old coat; that an Arab, a mere fellah, should amuse his son + and play with him, when Greek nurses were to be hired in Alexandria had + one only the money. Long after midnight he heard a step on the stairs, and + a minute after the door opened. He recognised his wife’s footsteps, and he + rose to meet her. As she came into the room she looked quickly round, and + seeing her son went toward him and kissed him. Gregorio, half afraid, + stood by the window watching her. She let her glance rest on him a minute, + then she turned round and laid her cloak upon the floor. + </p> + <p> + “Xantippe!” + </p> + <p> + But she did not answer. + </p> + <p> + “Xantippe, I have fed our son. The good days are coming when we shall be + rich and happy.” + </p> + <p> + But Xantippe was too busy folding out the creases of her cloak to notice + him. The moonlight streamed on to her, and her face shone like an angel’s. + Gregorio made one step toward her, ravished, for she had never appeared so + beautiful to him. For the moment he forgot the whole hideous history of + the last few days and the brief, horrible conversation of the night + before. Fired with a desire to touch her, to kiss her, to whisper into her + ear, in the soft Greek speech, all the endearments and tendernesses that + had won her when he wooed her, he placed his hand upon her arm. As if + stung by a venomous snake, the woman recoiled from his touch. With a quick + movement she sprang back and flung at his face a handful of gold and + silver coins. + </p> + <p> + “Take them; they’re yours,” she cried, huskily, and retreated into the + farthest corner of the room. + </p> + <p> + With a savage curse Gregorio put his hand to his lips and wiped away the + blood, for a heavy coin had cut him. Then he ran swiftly downstairs, and + Xantippe, as she lay down wearily beside her boy, heard a woman laugh. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0012" id="link2H_4_0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + V—XANTIPPE LOOKS OUT OF THE WINDOW + </h2> + <p> + The Penny-farthing Shop was full of customers, and Madam Marx, the fat + woman who followed Gregorio to the bar, was for a long time busy attending + to her clients. Some English war-ships had entered the harbour at sunset, + and many of the sailors had lost no time in seeking out their favourite + haunt. Most of them knew Madam Marx well, as a good-natured woman who gave + them plenty to drink for their money, and secreted them from the eyes of + the police when the liquor overpowered them. Consequently there was much + laughter and shaking of hands, and many a rough jest, which Madam Marx + responded to in broken English. Gregorio watched the sailors gloomily. He + hated the English, for even their sailors seemed to have plenty of money, + and he recalled the rich Englishman he had seen at the Cafe Paradiso, + drinking champagne and buying flowers for the Hungarian woman who played + the fiddle. The scene he had just left contrasted disagreeably with the + fun and jollity that surrounded him. But he felt unable to shake off his + gloom and annoyance, and Madam Marx’s attentions irritated him. He felt + that her eyes continually rested on him, that, however busy she might be, + he was never out of her thoughts. Every few minutes she would come toward + him with a bottle of wine and fill up his glass, saying, “Come, my friend; + wine is good and will drown your troubles.” And though he resented her + patronage, knowing he could not pay, he nevertheless drank steadily. + </p> + <p> + Every few minutes he heard the sound of horses’ hoofs on the hard roadway, + and through the windows he saw the military police pass slowly on their + rounds. + </p> + <p> + At last the strong drinks so amiably retailed by Madam Marx did their + work, and the men lay about the floor asleep and breathing heavily. The + silence succeeding the noise startled Gregorio from his sullen humour. + Madam Marx came and sat beside him, weary as she was with her long + labours, and talked volubly. The wine had mounted to his head, and he + answered her in rapid sentences, accompanying his words with gesture and + grimace. What he talked about he scarcely knew, but the woman laughed, and + he took an insane delight in hearing her. Just before daylight he fell + asleep, resting his head on his arms, that were spread across the table. + Madam Marx kissed him as he slept, murmuring to herself contentedly, “Ah, + well, in time.” + </p> + <p> + When Gregorio woke the sun was high in the heavens, blazing out of a + brazen sky. Clouds of dust swept past the door from time to time, and cut + his neck and face as he stood on the threshold smoking lazily. It was too + late to go down to the quay, for his place must have long ago been filled + by another. He was not sorry, since he by no means desired to toil again + under the hot sun; the heavy drinking of the night had made him lethargic, + and he was so thirsty the heat nearly choked him. He called out to a + water-carrier staggering along in the scanty shade on the opposite side of + the street, and took eagerly a draught of water. He touched the pigskin + with his hand, and it was hot. The water was warm and made him sick; he + spat it from his mouth hastily, and hearing a laugh behind him, turned + round and saw Madam Marx. + </p> + <p> + “See, here is some wine, my friend; leave the water for the Arabs.” + </p> + <p> + Gregorio gratefully seized the flagon and let the wine trickle down his + throat, while Madam Marx, with arms akimbo, stood patiently before him. + </p> + <p> + “I must go now,” he said, as he handed back the half-emptied flask. + </p> + <p> + “Why?” + </p> + <p> + “Because I must get some work.” + </p> + <p> + “It is not easy to get work in the summer.” + </p> + <p> + “I know, but I must get some. I owe money to Amos.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I know. But your wife is making money now.” + </p> + <p> + The man scowled at her. “How do you know that? Before God, I swear that + she is not.” + </p> + <p> + “Come, come, Gregorio. You were drunk last night, and your tongue wagged + pretty freely. It’s not a bit of use being angry with me, because I only + know what you’ve told me. Besides, I’m your friend, you know that.” + </p> + <p> + Gregorio flushed angrily at the woman’s words, but he knew quite well it + was no use replying to them, for she was speaking only the truth. But the + knowledge that he had betrayed his secret annoyed him. He had grown used + to the facts and could look at them easily enough, but he had not reckoned + on others also learning them. + </p> + <p> + He determined to go out and find work, or at any rate to tramp the streets + pretending to look for something to do. The woman became intolerable to + him, and the Penny-farthing Shop, reeking with the odour of stale tobacco + and spilled liquor, poisoned him. He took up his hat brusquely and stepped + into the street. + </p> + <p> + Madam Marx, standing at the door, laughed at him as she called out, + “Good-bye, Gregorio; when will you come back?” + </p> + <p> + He did not answer, but the sound of her laughter followed him up the + street, and he kicked angrily at the stones in his path. + </p> + <p> + At last he passed by the Ras-el-Tin barracks. He looked curiously at the + English soldiers. Some were playing polo on the hard brown space to the + left, and from the windows of the building men leaned out, their + shirt-sleeves rolled up and their strong arms bared to the sun. They + smoked short clay pipes, and innumerable little blue spiral clouds mounted + skyward. Obviously the heat did not greatly inconvenience them, for they + laughed and sang and drank oceans of beer. + </p> + <p> + The sight of them annoyed Gregorio. He looked at the pewter mugs shining + in the sunlight. He eyed greedily the passage of one from hand to hand; + and when one man, after taking a long pull, laughed and held it upside + down to show him it was empty, he burst into an uncontrollable fit of + anger, and shook his fist impotently at the soldiers, who chaffed him + good-naturedly. As he went along by the stables, a friendly lancer, + pitying him, probably, too, wearying of his own lonely watch, called to + him, and offered him a drink out of a stone bottle. Gregorio drank again + feverishly, and handed the bottle back to its owner with a grin, and + passed on without a word. The soldier watched him curiously, but said + nothing. + </p> + <p> + When he reached the lighthouse Gregorio flung himself on to the + pebble-strewn sand and looked across the bay. The blue water, calm and + unruffled as a sheet of glass, spread before him. The ships—Austrian + Lloyd mail-boats, P. and O. liners, and grimy coal-hulks—lay + motionless against the white side of the jetty. + </p> + <p> + The khedive’s yacht was bright with bunting, and innumerable fishing-boats + near the breakwater made grateful oases in the glare whereon his eyes + might rest. But he heeded them not. Angrily he flung lumps of stone and + sand into the wavelets at his feet, and pushed back his hat that his face + might feel the full heat of the sun. Then he lit a cigarette and began to + think. + </p> + <p> + But what was the good of thinking? The thoughts always formed themselves + into the same chain and reached the same conclusion; and ever on the + glassy surface of the Levantine sea a woman poised herself and laughed at + him. + </p> + <p> + When the sun fell behind the horizon, and the breakwater, after dashing up + one flash of gold, became a blue blur, Gregorio rose to go. As he walked + back toward the Penny-farthing Shop he felt angry and unsatisfied. The + whole day was wasted. He had done nothing to relieve his wife, nothing to + pay off Amos. Madam met him at the door, a flask of wine in her hand. + Against his will Gregorio entered her cafe and smiled, but his smile was + sour and malevolent. + </p> + <p> + “You want cheering, my friend,” said madam, laughing. + </p> + <p> + “I have found nothing to do,” said Gregorio. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! I told you it would be hard. There are no tourists in Alexandria now. + And it is foolish of you to tramp the streets looking for work that you + will never find, when you have everything you can want here.” + </p> + <p> + “Except money, and that’s everything,” put in Gregorio, bluntly. + </p> + <p> + “Even money, my friend. I have enough for two.” + </p> + <p> + Madam Marx had played her trump card, and she watched anxiously the effect + of her words. For a moment the man did not speak, but trifled with his + cigarette tobacco, rolling it gently between his brown fingers. Then he + said: + </p> + <p> + “You know I am in debt now, and I want to pay off all I owe, and leave + here.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, that’s true, but you won’t pay off your debts by tramping the + streets, and your little cafe at Benhur will be a long time building, I + fancy. Meanwhile there is money to be made at the Penny-farthing Shop.” + </p> + <p> + “What are your terms?” asked Gregorio, roughly. + </p> + <p> + The woman laughed, but did not answer. The stars were shining, and the + kempsin that had blown all day was dead. It was cool sitting outside the + door of the cafe under the little awning, and pleasant to watch the blue + cigarette smoke float upward in the still air. Gregorio sat for a while + silent, and the woman came and stood by him. “You know my terms,” she + whispered, and Gregorio smiled, took her hand, and kissed her. At that + moment the blind of the opposite house was flung back. Xantippe leaned out + of the window and saw them. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0013" id="link2H_4_0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VI—BABY AND JEW + </h2> + <p> + When the Penny-farthing Shop began to fill Gregorio disappeared quietly by + the back door. He muttered a half-unintelligible answer to the men who + were playing cards in the dim parlour through which he had to pass, who + called to him to join them. Gaining the street, he wandered along till he + reached the bazaars, intending to waste an hour or two until Xantippe + should have left the house. Then he determined to go back and see the boy + in whom all his hopes and ambitions were centered, who was the unconscious + cause of his villainy and degradation. + </p> + <p> + There was a large crowd in the bazaars, for a Moolid was being celebrated. + Jugglers, snake-charmers, mountebanks, gipsies, and dancing-girls + attracted hundreds of spectators. + </p> + <p> + The old men sat in the shadows of their stalls, smoking and drinking + coffee. They smiled gravely at the younger people, who jostled one another + good-humouredly, laughing, singing, quarrelling like children. Across the + roadway hung lamps of coloured glass and tiny red flags stamped with a + white crescent and a star. Torches blazed at intervals, casting a + flickering glow on the excited faces of the crowd. + </p> + <p> + Gregorio watched without much interest. He had seen a great many fantasias + since he came to Egypt, and they were no longer a novelty to him. He was + annoyed that a race of people whom he despised should be so merry when he + himself had so many troubles to worry him. He would have liked to go into + one of the booths where the girls danced, but he had no money, and he + cursed at his stupidity in not asking the Marx woman for some. He no + longer felt ashamed of himself, for he argued that he was the victim of + circumstances. Still he wished Xantippe had not looked out of the window, + though of course he could easily explain things to her. And Xantippe was + really so angry the night before, explanations were better postponed for a + time. “After all,” he thought, “it really does not much matter. Once we + get over our present difficulties we shall forget all we have gone + through.” This comfortable reflection had been doing duty pretty often the + last day or two, and though Gregorio did not believe it a bit, he always + felt it was a satisfactory conclusion, and one to be encouraged. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile he would not meet Xantippe. That was a point upon which he had + definitely made up his mind. As he strolled through the bazaars, putting + into order his vagabond thoughts, in a tall figure a few yards in front of + him he recognised Amos. Nervous, he halted, for he had no desire to be + interviewed by the Jew, and yet no way of escape seemed possible. + </p> + <p> + Nodding affably to the proprietor, he sat down on the floor of a shop hard + by and watched Amos. The old man was evidently interested, for he was + laughing pleasantly, and bending down to look at something on the ground. + What it was Gregorio could not see. A knot of people, also laughing, + surrounded the Jew. Gregorio was curious to see what attracted them, but + fearful of being recognised by the old man. However, after a few moments + his impatience mastered him, and he stepped up to the group. + </p> + <p> + “What is it?” he asked one of the bystanders. + </p> + <p> + “Only a baby. It’s lost, I think.” + </p> + <p> + Gregorio pushed his way into the centre of the crowd and suddenly became + white as death. + </p> + <p> + There, seated on the ground, was his own child, laughing and talking to + himself in a queer mixture of Greek and Arabic. Amos was bending kindly + over the youngster, giving him cakes and sweets, and making inquiries as + to the parents. + </p> + <p> + A chill fear seized on Gregorio’s heart. He could not have explained the + cause, nor did he stay and try to explain it. Quickly he broke into the + midst of the circle and, catching up the boy in his arms, ran swiftly + away. + </p> + <p> + Having reached home, he kissed the boy passionately, sent for food to + Madam Marx, and wept and laughed hysterically for an hour. After a time + the boy slept, and Gregorio then paced up and down the room, smoking, and + puffing great clouds of smoke from his mouth, trying to calm himself. But + he could not throw off his excitement. He imagined the awful home-coming + had he not been to the bazaar, and he wondered what he would have done + then. A great joy possessed him to see his son safe, and a fierce desire + filled him to know who had taken the child away. He longed for Xantippe’s + return that he might tell her. He forgot completely that he had dreaded + seeing her earlier this evening. Then he began to wonder what Amos was + doing at the fantasia, and why he was so interested in the boy. Perhaps, + Amos would forgive the debt for love of the child. The idea pleased him, + but he soon came to understand that it was untenable. Oftener, indeed, he + shuddered as he recalled the old man’s figure bent over the infant. A + sense of danger to come overwhelmed him. In some way he felt that the old + man and the child were to be brought together to work his, Gregorio’s, + ruin. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly he heard a footstep on the stairs. “Thank God!” he cried, as he + ran to the door. + </p> + <p> + “Xantippe!” + </p> + <p> + But he recoiled as if shot, for as the door opened Amos entered. The Jew + bowed politely to the Greek, but there was an unpleasant twinkle in his + eyes as he spoke. + </p> + <p> + “You cannot offer me a seat, my friend, so I will stand. We have met + already this evening.” + </p> + <p> + Gregorio did not answer, but placed himself between the Jew and the child. + </p> + <p> + “I dare say you did not see me,” the old man continued, quietly, “for you + seemed excited. I suppose the child is yours. It was surely careless to + let him stray so far from home.” + </p> + <p> + “The child is mine.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, well, it is a happy chance that you recovered him so easily. And now + to business.” + </p> + <p> + “I am listening.” + </p> + <p> + “I have already, as of course you know, been here to see you about the + money you owe me. I was sorry you did not see fit to pay me, because I had + to sell your furniture, and it was not worth much.” + </p> + <p> + “I have no money to pay you, or I would have paid you long ago. I told you + when I went to your house that I could not pay you.” + </p> + <p> + “And yet, my friend, it is only fair that a man who borrows money should + be prepared to pay it back.” + </p> + <p> + “I could pay you back if you gave me time. But you have no heart, you + Jews. What do you care if we starve, so long as—” + </p> + <p> + “Hush!” said Amos, gravely; “I have dealt fairly by you. But I will let + you go free on one condition.” + </p> + <p> + “And that is?” + </p> + <p> + “That you give me the child.” + </p> + <p> + Gregorio stood speechless with horror and rage at the window, and the old + man walked across the room to where the infant lay. + </p> + <p> + “I have no young son, Gregorio Livadas, and I will take yours. Not only + will I forgive you the debt, but I will give you money. I want the child.” + </p> + <p> + “By God, you shall not touch him!” cried Gregorio, suddenly finding voice + for his passion. + </p> + <p> + He rushed furiously at Amos, gripped him by the throat, and flung him to + the far side of the room. Then he stood by his child with his arms folded + on his breast, his eyes flashing and his nostrils dilated. Amos quickly + recovered himself, and, in a voice that scarcely trembled, again demanded + his money. + </p> + <p> + “Go away,” shouted Gregorio; “if you come here again, I will kill you. + Twice now have I saved my boy from falling into your hands.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish only to do you a service. You are a beggar, and I am rich enough, + ask Heaven, to look after the child. Why should you abuse me because I + offer to release you from your debts if you will let me take the child?” + </p> + <p> + Gregorio answered brusquely that the Jew should not touch the boy. “I will + not have him made a Jew.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you will pay me.” + </p> + <p> + “I will not. I cannot.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall take measures, my friend, to force you to pay me. I have not + dealt harshly with you. I came here to help you, and you have insulted me + and beaten me.” + </p> + <p> + “Because you are a dog of a Jew, and you have tried to steal my son.” + </p> + <p> + A nasty look came into the Jew’s eyes,—a cold, cunning look,—and + he was about to reply when the door opened and Xantippe entered. She was + well dressed, and wore some ornaments of gold. Amos turned toward her, + asking the man: + </p> + <p> + “This is your wife?” + </p> + <p> + But Gregorio told Xantippe rapidly the history of his adventures with the + boy; and the woman, hearing them, moved quietly to the corner where he + slept, and took him in her arms. + </p> + <p> + The Jew smiled. “I see,” he said, “that madam has money. She has taken the + advice I gave you the other day. Now I know that you can pay me, and if + you do not within two days, Gregorio Livadas, you will repent the insults + you have heaped on my head this night.” + </p> + <p> + He walked quietly to the corner of the room, where Xantippe sat nursing + the boy, touched the child gently on the forehead with his lips, and then + went out. + </p> + <p> + For some minutes neither Xantippe nor Gregorio spoke, but the man rubbed + the infant’s forehead with his finger as if to wipe out the stain of the + Jew’s kiss. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0014" id="link2H_4_0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VII—XANTIPPE SPEAKS OUT + </h2> + <p> + At last the silence, roused only by the strident buzzing of the mosquitos, + became unendurable. Gregorio gave a preparatory cough and opened his lips + to speak, but the words refused to be born. He was unnerved. The odious + visitor, the wearying day, the memory of Xantippe’s face at the window, + combined to make him fearful. He watched, under his half-closed lids, his + wife crouching on the far side of the boy. Once or twice, as he was + rubbing the youngster’s forehead, his fingers touched those of his wife as + she waved off the mosquitos; but at each contact with them he shivered and + his fears increased. He tried, vainly, to get his thoughts straight, and + lit a cigarette with apparent calmness, swaggering to the window; but his + legs did not cease to tremble, and the unsteadiness of his gait caused + Xantippe to smile as she watched him. Resting by the window, Gregorio + widened the lips of the lattice and let in a stream of moonbeams that + rested on wife and child, illumining the dark corner. + </p> + <p> + “Gregorio!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you told me all? Is there nothing else to tell em about our son and + the Jew?” + </p> + <p> + Gregorio felt he must now speak; it was not possible to keep silence + longer. He was pleased that his wife had begun the conversation, for it + seemed easier to answer questions than to frame them. “I have told you the + whole story. There is no more to tell. It was by accident I found him in + the bazaar, and that devil Amos was bending over him. I could kill that + man.” + </p> + <p> + “What good would that do?” + </p> + <p> + “Fancy if we had lost the boy! Think of the sacrifices we have made for + him, and they would have been useless.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you made any sacrifices, Gregorio?” + </p> + <p> + The question was quietly asked, but there was a ring of irony in the sound + of the voice, and Gregorio, to shun his wife’s gaze, moved into the + friendly shadows. For some minutes he did not answer. At length, with a + nervous laugh, he replied: + </p> + <p> + “Of course. We have both made sacrifices, great sacrifices.” + </p> + <p> + “It is odd,” pursued Xantippe, gently, as if speaking to herself, “that + you should so flatter yourself. You professed to care for me once; you + only regard me now as a slave to earn money for you.” + </p> + <p> + “It is for our son’s sake.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it for our son’s sake also that you sit with Madam Marx, that you + drink her wine, that you kiss her?” + </p> + <p> + Gregorio could not answer. He felt it were useless to try and explain, + though the reason seemed to him clear enough. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad to have the chance,” continued Xantippe, “of talking to you, + for we may now understand each other. I have made the greatest sacrifice, + and because it was for our son’s sake I forgave you. I wept, but, as I + wept, I said, ‘It is hell for Gregorio too.’ But when I looked from the + window this afternoon I knew it was not hell for you. I knew you did not + care what became of me. It was pleasant for you to send me away to make + money while you drank and kissed at the Penny-farthing Shop. I came + suddenly to know that the man had spoken truth.” + </p> + <p> + “What man?” asked Gregorio, huskily. + </p> + <p> + “The man! The man you bade me find. Because money is not gathered from the + pavements. You know that, and you sent me out to get money. When I first + came back to you I flung the gold at you; it burned my fingers, and your + eagerness for it stung. But I did not quite hate you, though his words had + begun to chime in my ears: ‘In my country such a husband would be + horsewhipped.’ When you were kind I was little more than a dog you liked + to pet. I thought that was how all women were treated. I know differently + now. You will earn money through me, for it is my duty to my son, but you + have earned something else.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes?” queried Gregorio. + </p> + <p> + “My hate. Surely you are not surprised? I have learned what love is these + last few days, have learned what a real man is like. I know you to be what + he called you, a cur and a coward. I should never have learned this but + for you, and I am grateful, very grateful. It is useless to swear and to + threaten me with your fists. You dare not strike me, because, were you to + injure me, you would lose your money. You have tried to degrade me, and + you have failed. I am happier than I have ever been, and far, far wiser. + When a woman learns what a man’s love is, she becomes wiser in a day than + if she had studied books for a hundred years.” + </p> + <p> + Xantippe ceased speaking and, taking her son in her arms, closed her eyes + and fell asleep quietly, a gentle smile hovering round her lips. + </p> + <p> + Gregorio scowled at her savagely, and would have liked to strike her, to + beat out his passion on her white breast and shoulders. But she had spoken + only the truth when she said he dare not touch her. With impotent oaths he + sought to let off the anger that boiled in him. He feared to think, and + every word she had uttered made him think in spite of himself. The events + of sixty hours had destroyed what little of good there was in the man. + Save only the idolatrous love for his child, he scarcely retained one + ennobling quality. + </p> + <p> + Little by little his anger cooled, his shame died out of him, and he began + to wonder curiously what manner of man this was whose words had so stirred + his wife. Wondering he fell asleep, nor did he awaken till the sun was + risen. + </p> + <p> + While eating his breakfast he inquired cunningly concerning this wise + teacher of the gospels of love and hate, but Xantippe for a time did not + answer. + </p> + <p> + “Is he a Greek?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “A Frenchman?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “A German?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + Suddenly Gregorio felt a kind of cramp at his heart, and he had to pause + before he put the next question. He could scarcely explain why he + hesitated, but he called to mind the Paradise cafe and the red-faced + Englishman. He was ready enough to sacrifice his wife if by so doing money + might be gained, but he felt somehow hurt in his vanity at the idea of + this ugly, slow-witted Northerner usurping his place. With an effort, + however, he put the question: + </p> + <p> + “Is he an Englishman?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + He was seized with a tumult of anger. He spoke volubly, talking of the + ignorance of the English, their brutality, their dull brains, their stupid + pride. Xantippe waited till he had finished speaking and then replied + quietly: + </p> + <p> + “It cannot matter to you. It is my concern. You have lost all rights to be + angry with me or those connected with me.” + </p> + <p> + Gregorio refused to hear reason, and explained how he begrudged them their + wealth and fame. “For these English are a dull people, and we Greeks are + greatly superior.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not agree with you,” Xantippe replied. “I have learned what a man is + since I have known him, and I have learned to hate you. You may have more + brains—that I know nothing of, nor do I care. He could not behave as + you have behaved, nor have sacrificed me as you have sacrificed me. Some + of his money comes to you. You want money. Be satisfied.” + </p> + <p> + Gregorio felt the justice of her words, and he watched her put on her hat + and leave the room. A minute later, looking out of the window, he saw her + link her arm in that of the Englishman of the Paradiso, and across the + street, at the threshold of the Penny-farthing Shop, Madam Marx waved her + hand to himself and laughed. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0015" id="link2H_4_0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VIII—A DESOLATE HOME-COMING + </h2> + <p> + Toward the evening of a day a fortnight later, Gregorio found himself + seated in Madam Marx’s cafe, idly watching the passers-by. He was feeling + happier, for that was being amassed which alone could insure happiness to + him. Each day some golden pieces were added to the amount saved, and the + cafe at Benhur seemed almost within his grasp. The feeling of security + from want acted as a narcotic and soothed him, so that the things which + should have troubled him scarcely interested him at all. He was + intoxicated with the sight of gold. When he had first seen Xantippe and + the Englishman together his anger had been violent; but when at last the + futility of his rage became certain, his aggressive passion had softened + to a smouldering discontent that hardly worried him, unless he heard some + one speak a British name. His prosperity had destroyed the last vestiges + of shame and soothed his illogical outbursts of fury. He was contented + enough now to sit all day with Madam Marx, and returned to his home in the + evening when Xantippe was away. He had spoken to her only once since she + had told him she hated him. He had strolled out of the cafe about midday + and entered his room. Xantippe was there, talking to her child, and + quietly bade him go away. + </p> + <p> + “It’s my room as well as yours,” Gregorio had answered. + </p> + <p> + “It is my money that pays for it,” was the reply. + </p> + <p> + A long conversation followed, but Xantippe met the man’s coarse anger with + quiet scorn, and told him that if he stayed she would grow to dislike her + son since he was the father. + </p> + <p> + Gregorio was wise enough to control his anger then. For he knew that if + she were really to lose her love for the boy, all his chances, and the + boy’s chances, of ease and prosperity would be destroyed. It was, of + course, ridiculous to imagine she would supply him with money then. That + she thoroughly loathed him, and would always loathe him, was very certain. + So great, indeed, seemed her contempt for him that it was quite possible + she might come to hate his child. So he did not attempt to remain in the + room, but as he closed the door after him he waited a moment and listened. + He heard her heave a sigh of relief and then say to the little fellow, + “How like your father you grow! My God! I almost think I hate you for + being so like him.” Gregorio shuddered as he ran noiselessly downstairs. + He never ventured to speak to her again. He argued himself out of the + disquiet into which her words had thrown him. He knew it was difficult for + a woman to hate her child. The birth-pains cement a love it requires a + harsh wrench to sever. He easily persuaded himself, as he sipped Madam + Marx’s coffee, that if he kept in the background all cause for hatred + would be removed. As for her feelings toward himself, he had ceased, + almost, to care. The money was worth the cost paid in the attainment of + it, and a woman’s laugh was less sweet to him than the chink of gold and + silver pieces. On the whole Gregorio had little reason to be troubled; + only unreasoning dislike for the Englishman—why could not he be of + any other nation, or, if an Englishman, any other Englishman?—hurt + his peace of mind. And for the most part his discontent only smouldered. + </p> + <p> + Madam Marx brought her coffee and sat beside him. Her face betokened + satisfaction, and she looked at Gregorio with a possessive smile. She had + gained her desire, and asked fortune for no other gift. + </p> + <p> + “You have not seen Xantippe since she turned you out? Ah, well, it is much + better you should keep away. You are welcome here, and it is foolish to go + where one is not wanted.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ve not seen her; I’m afraid to see her.” He spoke openly to madam now. + </p> + <p> + “Some women are queer. If she had ever really loved you, she would not + have thrown you over. I should not have complained had I been in her + place. One cannot always choose one’s lot.” + </p> + <p> + “It’s that damned Englishman who has spoiled her.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, yes, those English! I know them.” + </p> + <p> + “Did I tell you what she said about the boy?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, my friend. But as long as you don’t worry her, her words need not + worry you.” + </p> + <p> + “They don’t, except sometimes at night. I wake up and remember them, and + then I am afraid.” + </p> + <p> + “Why do you hate the Englishman? To my mind it is lucky for both of you + that this Englishman saw her. There are not men so rich as the English, + and he is a rich Englishman. You are lucky.” + </p> + <p> + “I hate him.” + </p> + <p> + “Because he has stolen your wife’s love?” Madam Marx, as she put the + question, laid her fat hand upon Gregorio’s shoulder and laughed + confidently. The movement irritated him, but he never tried to resist her + now. + </p> + <p> + “No, not quite that. I’m used to it, and the money more than compensates + me. But I hated the man when I first saw him in the Paradise. There was a + fiddler-woman he talked to, and he could scarcely make himself understood. + He had money, and he gave her champagne and flowers. And I was starving, + and the woman was beautiful.” + </p> + <p> + Madam tapped his cheek and smiled. + </p> + <p> + “The woman can’t interest you now. Also you have money—his money.” + </p> + <p> + “Still I hate him.” + </p> + <p> + “You Greeks are like children. Your hatred is unreasonable; there is no + cause for it.” + </p> + <p> + “Unreasonable and not to be reasoned away.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, why worry about him? He won’t follow you to Benhur, I fancy.” + </p> + <p> + “It doesn’t worry me generally; but when you mention him my hate springs + up again. I forget him when I am by myself.” + </p> + <p> + “Forget him now.” + </p> + <p> + And they drank coffee in silence. + </p> + <p> + Darkness came on, and the blue night mist. Gregorio was impatient to see + his son. He gazed intently at the door of the opposite house, little + heeding madam, who was busy with preparations for the evening’s + entertainment of her customers. Suddenly he saw a woman leave the house, + hail a passing carriage, and drive rapidly down the street toward the + Place Mehemet Ali. Gregorio, with a cry of pleasure, rose and left the + cafe. Madam Marx followed him to the door and called a good-night to him. + Gregorio stood irresolutely in the middle of the road. He had promised the + boy a boat, and he blamed himself for having forgotten to buy it. + Grumbling at his forgetfulness, he hurried along the street, determined to + waste no time. On occasions he could relinquish his lazy, slouching gait, + and he would hurry always to obey the commands of the king his son. A + pleasant smile at the thought of the pleasure his present would cause + softened the sinister mould of his lips, and he sang softly to himself as + he moved quickly cityward. + </p> + <p> + Before he had gone many yards an oath broke in upon the music, and he + darted swiftly under the shadow of a wall; for coming forward him was Amos + the Jew. But the old man’s sharp eyes detected the victim, and, following + Gregorio into his hiding-place, Amos laid his hand upon the Greek. + </p> + <p> + “Why do you try to hide when we have so much to say to one another?” + </p> + <p> + Gregorio shook himself from the Jew’s touch and professed ignorance of the + necessity for speech. + </p> + <p> + “Come, come, my friend, the money you borrowed is still owing in part.” + </p> + <p> + “But you will be paid. We are saving money; we cannot put by all we earn—we + must live.” + </p> + <p> + “I will be paid now; if I am not, you are to blame for the consequences.” + </p> + <p> + And with a courtly salute the Jew passed on. Now Gregorio had not + forgotten his debt, nor the Jew’s threats, and he fully intended to pay + what he owed. But of course it would take time, and the man was too + impatient. He realised he had been foolish not to pay something on + account; but it hurt him to part with gold. He determined, however, to + send Amos something when he returned home. So good a watch had been kept, + he never doubted the child’s safety. But it would be awkward if Amos got + him put in jail. So he reckoned up how much he could afford to pay, and, + having bought the toy, returned eagerly home. He ran upstairs, singing a + barcarole at the top of his voice, and rushed into the room, waving the + model ship above his head. “See here,” he cried, “is the ship! I have not + forgotten it.” But his shout fell to a whisper. The room was empty. + </p> + <p> + With a heartbroken sob the man fell swooning on the floor. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0016" id="link2H_4_0016"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IX—A DISCOVERY AND A CONSPIRACY + </h2> + <p> + For long he lay stretched out upon the floor in a state of + half-consciousness. He could hear the mosquitos buzzing about his face, he + could hear, too, the sounds of life rise up from the street below; but he + was able to move neither arm nor leg, and his head seemed fastened to the + floor by immovable leaden weights. That his son was lost was all he + understood. + </p> + <p> + How long he lay there he scarcely knew, but it seemed to him weeks. At + last he heard footsteps on the stairs. He endeavoured vainly to raise + himself, and, though he strove to cry out, his tongue refused to frame the + words. Lying there, living and yet lifeless, he saw the door open and Amos + enter. The old man hesitated a moment, for the room was dark, while + Gregorio, who had easily recognised his visitor, lay impotent on the + floor. Before Amos could become used to the darkness the door again + opened, and Madam Marx entered with a lamp in her hand. Amos turned to see + who had followed him, and, in turning, his foot struck against Gregorio’s + body. Immediately, the woman crying softly, both visitors knelt beside the + sick man. A fierce look blazed in Gregorio’s eyes, but the strong words of + abuse that hurried through his brain would not be said. + </p> + <p> + “He is very ill,” said Amos; “he has had a stroke of some sort.” + </p> + <p> + “Help me to carry him to my house,” sobbed the woman, and she kissed the + Greek’s quivering lip and pallid brow. Then rising to her feet, she turned + savagely on the Jew. + </p> + <p> + “It is your fault. It is you who have killed him.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, madam; I had called here for my money, and I had a right to do so. + It has been owing for a long time.” + </p> + <p> + “No; you have killed him.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, I wished him well. I was willing to forgive the debt if he would + let me take the child.” + </p> + <p> + A horrid look of agony passed over Gregorio’s face, but he remained silent + and motionless. The watchers saw that he understood and that a tempest of + wrath and pain surged within the lifeless body. They stooped down and + carried him downstairs and across the road to the Penny-farthing Shop. The + Jew’s touch burned Gregorio like hot embers, but he could not shake + himself free. When he was laid on a bed in a room above the bar, through + the floor of which rose discordant sounds of revelry, Amos left them. + Madam Marx flung herself on the bed beside him and wept. + </p> + <p> + Two days later Gregorio sat, at sunset, by Madam Marx’s side, on the + threshold of the cafe. He had recovered speech and use of limbs. With + wrathful eloquence he had told his companion the history of the terrible + night, and now sat weaving plots in his maddened brain. + </p> + <p> + Replying to his assertion that Amos was responsible, Madam Marx said: + </p> + <p> + “Don’t be too impetuous, Gregorio. Search cunningly before you strike. + Maybe your wife knows something.” + </p> + <p> + “My wife! Not she; she is with her Englishman. Amos has stolen the boy, + and you know it as well as I do. Didn’t he tell you he wanted the child? I + met him that night, and he told me if I did not pay I had only myself to + blame for the trouble that would fall on me.” + </p> + <p> + “Come, come, Gregorio, cheer up!” said the woman; for the Greek, with head + resting on his hands, was sobbing violently. + </p> + <p> + “I tell you, all I cared for in life is taken from me. But I will have my + revenge, that I tell you too.” + </p> + <p> + For a while they sat silent, looking into the street. At last Gregorio + spoke: + </p> + <p> + “My wife has not returned since that night, has she?” + </p> + <p> + “I have not seen her.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I must see her; she can leave the Englishman now.” + </p> + <p> + Madam Marx laughed a little, but said nothing. + </p> + <p> + “There is Ahmed,” cried Gregorio, as a blue-clad figure passed on the + other side of the street. He beckoned to the Arab, who came across at his + summons. + </p> + <p> + “You seem troubled,” he said, as he looked into the Greek’s face; and + Gregorio retold the terrible story. + </p> + <p> + “You know nothing of all this?” he added, suspiciously, as his narrative + ended. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing.” + </p> + <p> + “My God! it is so awful I thought all the world knew of it. You often + nursed and played with the boy?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, and fed him. We Arabs love children, even Christian children, and I + will help you if I can.” + </p> + <p> + “Why should Amos want the boy?” asked Madam Marx, as she put coffee and + tobacco before the guests. + </p> + <p> + “Because I owe him money, and he knew the loss of my son would be the + deadliest revenge. He will make my son a Jew, a beastly Jew. By God, he + shall not, he shall not!” + </p> + <p> + “We must find him and save him,” said the woman. + </p> + <p> + “He will never be a Jew. That is not what Amos wants your son for; there + are plenty of Jews.” Ahmed spoke quietly. + </p> + <p> + “They sacrifice children,” he continued, after a moment’s pause; “surely + you know that, and if you would save your boy there is not much time to + lose.” + </p> + <p> + Gregorio trembled at Ahmed’s words. He wondered how he could have + forgotten the common report, and his fingers grasped convulsively the + handle of his knife. + </p> + <p> + “Let us go to Amos,” he said, speaking the words with difficulty, for he + was choking with fear for his son. + </p> + <p> + “Wait,” answered the Arab; “I will come again to-night and bring some + friends with me, two men who will be glad to serve you. We Arabs are not + sorry to strike at the Jews; we have our own wrongs. Wait here till I + come.” + </p> + <p> + “But what will you do?” asked Madam Marx, looking anxiously on the man she + loved, though her words were for the Arab. + </p> + <p> + “Gregorio will ask for his son. If the old man refuses to restore him, or + denies that he has taken him, then we will know the worst, and then—” + </p> + <p> + Gregorio’s knife-blade glittered in the sunset rays, as he tested its + sharpness between thumb and finger. The Arab watched with a smile. “We + understand one another,” he said. There was no need to finish the + description of his plan. With a solemn wave of his hand he left the cafe. + </p> + <p> + “That man Ahmed,” said Madam Marx, “has a grudge against Amos. It dates + from the bombardment, and he had waited all these years to avenge himself. + I believe it was the loss of his wife.” + </p> + <p> + “Amos made her a Jewess, eh?” And then, after a pause, Gregorio added: + </p> + <p> + “So we can depend on Ahmed. To-night I will win back my son or—” + </p> + <p> + “Or?” queried madam, tremblingly. + </p> + <p> + “Or Amos starts on his journey to hell. God, how my fingers itch to slay + him! The devil, the Jew devil!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0017" id="link2H_4_0017"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + X—AT THE HOUSE OF AMOS + </h2> + <p> + As Ahmed had advised, Gregorio settled himself patiently to await the + summons. Madam would have liked to ask him many questions, and to have + extracted a promise from him not to risk his life in any mad enterprise + his accomplice might suggest. But though the Greek’s body seemed almost + lifeless, so quietly and immovably he rested on his chair, there was a + restless look in his eyes that told her how fiercely and irrepressibly his + anger burned. She knew enough of his race to know that no power on earth + could stop him striking for revenge. And she trembled, for she knew also + that directly he had begun to strike his madness would increase, and that + only sheer physical exhaustion would stay his hand. + </p> + <p> + Madam Marx was unhappy, and as she waited on her customers her eyes rested + continually on the Greek, who heeded her not. Once she carried some wine + to him, and he drank eagerly, spilling a few drops on the floor first. + “It’s like blood,” he muttered, and smiled. Madam hastily covered his + mouth with her trembling fingers. + </p> + <p> + Just before midnight Ahmed arrived with his two friends. Gregorio saw them + at once, and, calling them to him, they spoke together in low voices for a + few moments. There was little need for words, and soon, scarcely noticed + by the drinkers and gamblers, they passed out into the street and walked + slowly toward the Jew’s house. Ahmed rapidly repeated the plan of action. + When they reached the door they stood for a moment before they woke the + Arab, and these words passed between them: + </p> + <p> + “For a wife.” + </p> + <p> + “For a sister.” + </p> + <p> + “For a son.” + </p> + <p> + Gregorio then demanded admittance and led the way, followed by his three + friends. He had visited the house of Amos before, on less bloody but less + delightful business, and he did not hesitate, but strode on to where he + knew the Jew would be. His companions stood behind the curtain, awaiting + the signal. + </p> + <p> + Amos looked somewhat surprised at the Greek’s entrance, but motioned him + to a seat, and, as on the occasion of his first visit, clapped his hands + together as a signal that coffee and pipes were required. + </p> + <p> + “It is kind of you to come, for doubtless you wish to pay me what is + owing.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish to pay you.” + </p> + <p> + “That is well. I hope you are better again. I regretted to find you so ill + two nights ago.” + </p> + <p> + “I am better.” + </p> + <p> + The conversation ceased, for Gregorio was restless and his fingers itched + to do their work. Something in his manner alarmed Amos, for he summoned in + two of his servants and raised himself slightly, as if the better to avoid + an attack. But he continued to smoke calmly, watching the Greek under his + half-closed lids. + </p> + <p> + “I have another piece of business to settle with you.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you want to borrow more money because I refuse to lend you any?” + </p> + <p> + “No; it is you who have borrowed, and I have come to you to receive back + my own.” + </p> + <p> + “I fail to understand you.” + </p> + <p> + Gregorio tried to keep calm, but it was not possible. Rising to his feet, + he bent over the Jew and cried out: + </p> + <p> + “Give me back my son, you Jew dog!” + </p> + <p> + “Your son is not here.” + </p> + <p> + “You lie! by God, you lie! If he is not here you have murdered him.” + </p> + <p> + “Madman!” shouted Amos, as the Greek’s knife flashed from its sheath; but + before he or his servants could stay the uplifted arm the Jew sank back + among his cushions, wounded to the heart. With a shout of triumph and a + “Death of all Jews!” Gregorio turned savagely on the servants and, + reinforced by his companions, soon succeeded in slaying them. Then leaving + the dead side by side, the four men dashed through the house seeking fresh + victims. Ten minutes later they were in the street again, dripping with + the blood of women and men, for in their fury they had killed every human + being in the house. + </p> + <p> + Down the narrow native streets they pushed on quickly, hugging the + shadows, toward the Penny-farthing Shop. Madam Marx, her ears sharpened by + fear, heard them, admitted them by a side door, and led them quickly to an + upper room. Thither she carried water and clean garments, but dared not + ask any questions. Sick with anxiety, she re-entered the bar and waited. + </p> + <p> + At length the murderers appeared and called for coffee, and Madam Marx + attended to their wants. In a few minutes the Egyptians left, and Gregorio + and she were alone. Coming near him, she placed her hand timidly on his + shoulder, and asked him, in a hoarse whisper, to tell her what had + happened. + </p> + <p> + “My son was not there.” + </p> + <p> + “Well?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, you can guess the rest. Not one person remains alive of that + devil’s household.” + </p> + <p> + Madam Marx gasped at the magnitude of the crime, and though her terrors + increased, her pride in the man capable of so tremendous revenge increased + also. + </p> + <p> + “What will happen to you?” she found voice to ask. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing. I must hide here. We were not seen. Besides, you remember the + last time a Greek murdered a Jew—it was at Port Said—the + matter was hushed up. Our consuls care as little for Jews as we do. My + God, how glad I am I killed him!” + </p> + <p> + His eyes were fixed on the street as he spoke, and suddenly he started to + his feet. Madam rose too, and clung to him. He pushed her roughly on one + side, while an evil smile played on his lips. + </p> + <p> + “By God, she shall come back now!” + </p> + <p> + “Who?” + </p> + <p> + “Xantippe. There is no need for her to live with the Englishman now. Our + son is dead and the Jew in hell. I will at least have my wife back.” + </p> + <p> + “She will not come.” + </p> + <p> + “She will come. By God, I will make her! I have tasted blood to-night, and + I am not a child to be treated with contempt. I say I will make her come.” + </p> + <p> + “But if she refuses?” + </p> + <p> + “Then I will take care she does not go back to the Englishman.” + </p> + <p> + “You will—” but madam’s voice faltered. Gregorio read her meaning + and laughed a yes. + </p> + <p> + “But, Gregorio, think; you will be hanged for that. You wife is not a + Jewess.” + </p> + <p> + But Gregorio laughed again and strode into the street. He was mad with + grief and the intoxicating draughts of vengeance he had swallowed. He + strode across the road and mounted the stairs with steady feet. Madam Marx + followed him, weeping and calling on him to come back. As he reached the + door of his room she flung herself before him, but he pushed her on one + side with his feet and shut the door behind him as he entered. + </p> + <p> + Lying on the threshold, she heard the bolt fastened, and knew the last act + of the tragedy was begun. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0018" id="link2H_4_0018"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XI—HUSBAND AND WIFE + </h2> + <p> + As Gregorio entered the room, Xantippe, who was kneeling by a box into + which she was placing clothes neatly folded, turned her head and said + laughingly: + </p> + <p> + “You are impatient, my friend; I have nearly—” + </p> + <p> + But recognising Gregorio, she did not finish the sentence. She sat down on + the edge of the box. Her face became white, and the blood left her lips. + With a great effort she remained quiet and folded her hands on her lap. + </p> + <p> + Gregorio looked at her for a moment, a cruel smile making his sinister + face appear almost terrible, and his bloodshot eyes glared at her + savagely. At last he broke the silence by shouting her name hoarsely, + making at the same time a movement toward her. He looked like a wild + animal about to spring upon his prey. Xantippe, however, did not flinch, + answering softly: + </p> + <p> + “I am not deaf. What do you want here?” + </p> + <p> + “It is my room; I suppose I have a right to be here.” + </p> + <p> + “I apologise for having intruded.” + </p> + <p> + “None of your smooth speeches. The Englishman has schooled you carefully, + I see. Can you say ‘good-bye’ in English yet?” + </p> + <p> + “Why should I say ‘good-bye’?” + </p> + <p> + “It is time. You will come back to me now.” + </p> + <p> + “Never.” + </p> + <p> + Gregorio laughed hysterically and stood beside her. His fingers played + with her hair. In spite of her fear lest she should irritate him, Xantippe + shrank from his touch. Gregorio noticed her aversion and said savagely: + </p> + <p> + “You must get used to me, Xantippe. From to-night we live together again. + It is not necessary now for you to earn money.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall not come back to you. I have told you I hate you. It is your own + fault that I leave you.” + </p> + <p> + “It will be my fault if you do leave me.” + </p> + <p> + He pushed her on to the mattress and held her there. + </p> + <p> + “Let us talk,” he said. + </p> + <p> + For a few minutes there was silence, and then he continued: + </p> + <p> + “Amos is dead, and our debts are paid.” + </p> + <p> + “How did you pay them?” + </p> + <p> + “With this,” and as he spoke he touched the handle of his knife. “Don’t + shudder; he deserved it, and I shall be safe in a few days. These affairs + are quickly forgotten. Besides, there is another reason why we should not + live as we have lately been living.” + </p> + <p> + Xantippe opened her eyes as she asked, “What reason?” + </p> + <p> + Gregorio relaxed his hold, for the memory of his loss shook him with sobs. + Cat-like, Xantippe had waited her opportunity and sprang away from his + grasp. The movement brought the man to his senses. He rushed at her with + an oath, waving the knife in his hand. Xantippe prepared to defend + herself. They stood, desperate, before each other, neither daring to begin + the struggle. Through the awful silence came the sound of sobs and a + plaintive voice crying: + </p> + <p> + “Gregorio, come back, leave her; I love you.” + </p> + <p> + “Is Madam Marx outside?” hissed Xantippe. + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Then go to her. I tell you I hate you.” She pointed to the half-filled + box—“I was going to leave here to-night. I will never return to + you.” + </p> + <p> + “You were going with the Englishman?” + </p> + <p> + “He is a man.” + </p> + <p> + Gregorio paused a moment, then in a suppressed voice, half choking at the + words, said: + </p> + <p> + “Our son—do you know what has happened to him? You shall not leave + me.” + </p> + <p> + “I know about our son. I am glad to think he is away from your evil + influence. Let me pass.” Xantippe moved toward the door, but Gregorio + seized her by the throat. + </p> + <p> + “You are glad our son is killed; you helped Amos to kill him.” + </p> + <p> + Rage and despair impelled him. Laughing brutally, he struck her on the + breast, and, as he tottered, sent his knife deep into her heart. For a few + seconds he stood over her exulting, and then opened the door. Madam Marx, + white with fear, rushed into the room. Seeing the murdered woman, a look + of triumph came into her eyes. But it was a momentary triumph, for she + realised at once the gravity of the crime. She had little pity or sorrow + to waste on the dead, but she was full of concern for the safety of the + murderer. + </p> + <p> + “This is a bad night’s work, Gregorio.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it? She deserved death. I am glad I killed her. God, how peacefully I + shall sleep tonight!” + </p> + <p> + “This is a worse matter than the other, my friend; you must get away from + here at once.” + </p> + <p> + “Let us leave the corpse; I am thirsty,” Gregorio answered, callously. + With a last look at Xantippe dead upon the floor, the two left the room + and made fast the bolt before descending the stairs. As they emerged from + the doorway into the street, some police rode by, and Gregorio trembled a + little as he stood watching them. + </p> + <p> + “I want a drink; I am trembling,” he said, huskily, and followed Madam + Marx into the shop. + </p> + <p> + The sun was beginning to rise, and already signs of a new life were + stirring. The day-workers appeared at the windows and in the streets. + </p> + <p> + “You must get away at night, Gregorio, and keep hidden all day.” + </p> + <p> + “All right. Give me some wine. I can arrange better when my thirst is + satisfied.” + </p> + <p> + After drinking deeply he turned and laughed. “It has been a busy time + since sunset.” + </p> + <p> + Then, as if a new idea suddenly struck him, he queried cunningly, “There + will be a reward offered?” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose so.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you will be a rich woman.” + </p> + <p> + Madam Marx flung herself at his feet and wept bitterly. The blow was a + cruel one indeed. Eagerly she entreated him to retract his words. She + reminded him of all she had done for him, of all she would still do. A + sort of eloquence came to her as she pleaded her cause, and Gregorio, + weary with excitement, kissed her as he asked: + </p> + <p> + “But why should you not give me up?” + </p> + <p> + “Because I love you.” + </p> + <p> + Neither blood nor cruelty could stain him in her eyes. + </p> + <p> + At last her passion spent itself; calmed and soothed by Gregorio’s caress + she realised again the danger her lover ran. Vainly were plans discussed; + no fair chance of escape seemed open. At last Gregorio said: + </p> + <p> + “I shall leave here to-night for Ramleh and live in the desert for a time. + If you help me we can manage easily. When my beard is grown I can get back + here safely enough, and the matter will be forgotten. You must collect + food and take it by train to the last station, and get the box buried by + Ahmed near the palace. I can creep toward it at night unseen.” + </p> + <p> + “But I will come to you at night and bring food and drink.” + </p> + <p> + “No. That would only attract attention. You must not leave your customers. + But the drink is the worst part of the matter. I must have water. Get as + many ostrich-eggs as you can, and fill them with water, and seal them. + Hide these with the food, and I will carry some of them into the farther + desert and bury them there.” + </p> + <p> + “Gregorio, if all comes right you will not be sorry you killed her?” + </p> + <p> + “She hated me. I shall not be sorry.” + </p> + <p> + And Madam Marx smiled and forgot her fears. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0019" id="link2H_4_0019"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XII—IN THE DESERT AND ON THE SEA + </h2> + <p> + By the last train leaving Alexandria for Ramleh, the next evening, + Gregorio sought to escape his pursuers. He had heard from Ahmed on the + platform, just before starting, that Xantippe’s body had been discovered, + and that already the police were on his track. He sat in a corner of a + third-class carriage closely muffled, and eyeing his neighbours + suspiciously. He sighed with relief as the train moved out of the station + and began to pass by the sand-hills and white villas, showing ghost-like + in the damp mist. + </p> + <p> + When he reached St. Antonio he saw the lights of the casino blazing + cheerfully, and the pure clear desert air invigorated him. Fascinated by + the glare, he strolled toward the casino and decided, in spite of the + risk, to enter. He watched from a corner the players, and greedily coveted + the masses of gold and silver piled in pyramids behind the croupiers. He + heard the violins playing Suppe’s overture, and the remembrance came + vividly to him of the Paradiso and the fair girl with whom the Englishman + talked. The exciting events following that evening passed before him—a + lurid panorama. + </p> + <p> + An hour fled quickly away; then he sought the solitude of the desert, and, + having collected into a bag as much food and as many eggs as he could + carry, he walked away over the sands. + </p> + <p> + Under the stars he dug holes wherein to bury the eggs, and marked the + spots with stones; then, wrapping himself in his cloak, lay down to sleep. + All next day he loitered idly about, shunning the gaze of every wandering + Arab. When evening came he drew near to the palace to seek for food. To + his horror, the box had not been refilled. At first he hardly realised how + awful was his plight. Then the truth dawned upon him. Ahmed and Madam Marx + must have been arrested. He drew near to the casino and stood under the + open windows listening. A cold shudder ran down his back, his face grew + pale, and his lips trembled, for he heard two men discussing the murder + and the capture of his friends. An involuntary smile lighted up the gloom + of his features for a moment as one remarked that the chief offender, the + woman’s husband, had eluded pursuit. Then he crept back into the desert + and waited for the dawn. + </p> + <p> + The sun rose, fiery and relentless, glittering on the waters of Aboukir, + and the cloudless heaven blazed like a prairie on fire. At midday, when + its rays fell straight upon him, his thirst became intense, and with + feverish fingers he dug up an egg. It was empty. He tossed it away and + dragged himself to another hole. The second egg was empty. In turn he dug + up all his eggs, and all alike were empty. Improperly sealed, scantily + covered by the sand, the water had evaporated. A great despair seized him; + he called on God in his anguish, and the silence of the desert terrified + him. In a fit of desolate anger he pulled off his cap, and summoned all + the saints, Christ, and God Himself, to enter it, and then trampled on it, + laughing wildly. Then he flung himself upon the sand, his head still left + bare to the pitiless sun. He knew the end had come, but there was not any + regret in his heart for his crimes, only an impotent dismay and anger at + his solitary condition. The thirst increased every minute, and he gripped + the sand with his fingers in his agony. His last word was an oath. + </p> + <p> + At sunset he was dead. + </p> + <p> + Two days later Madam Marx left Alexandria by train for Ramleh. There was + no evidence against her, and she had soon been released. Her own trouble + scarcely disconcerted her; she had feared only for the Greek in the + desert. The thought of his agony, his hunger, goaded her nearly to + madness; but she was a little comforted when she remembered the eggs. + There was enough water in them to last him two or three days. It was the + hour of sunset when she arrived, and she instantly set out desertward, + carrying a basket containing wine and food. She had determined to live at + the hotel until the days of persecution were past. The heavy sand made it + hard to proceed rapidly, but she struggled on bravely, and when far enough + from civilisation called aloud the signal-word agreed on. But no one + answered. All through the night she wandered, searching, till within an + hour of sunrise; then she gave way and sat weeping on the sand. With + daylight she rose to her feet, determined to find her lover, but had + scarcely gone twenty yards before, with a low cry of grief, she knelt + beside the body of a dead man. In the half-eaten, decayed features she + recognised Gregorio and knew she had come too late. Undeterred by the + hideous spectacle, she kissed him tenderly and lay beside him. + </p> + <p> + The sun mounted slowly in the heavens. + </p> + <p> + The living figure lay as lifeless as the dead. But after a while the woman + rose and dug with her hands a hollow in the sand. She heeded not the heat, + nor the flight of time, and by evening her work was done. + </p> + <p> + Raising the body in her arms, she carried it to the hollow and laid it + gently down, then tearfully shovelled back the sand till it was hidden. So + Gregorio found a tomb. Nor did it remain unconsecrated, for beside it + Madam Marx knelt and spoke with faltering lips the remnants of the prayers + she had learned when a child. As she prayed she watched vaguely a steamer + disappear behind the horizon. + </p> + <p> + The khedival mail-boat <i>Ramses</i> sped swiftly over the unruffled + surface of the sea. At the stern a tall fair Englishman sat looking on the + level shores of Egypt and the minarets of Alexandria. With a sad smile he + turned to the child who called to him by his name. They were a strange + pair, for the boy was dark, and foreign-looking, and there was something + of cunning in his restless black eyes. The man’s large hand rested softly + on the raven curls of the youngster as he muttered to himself: + </p> + <p> + “For her sake I will watch over you, and you shall grow up to be a true + man.” + </p> + <p> + So Xantippe’s life had not been lived in vain, for she had loved and been + loved, and her memory was sweet to her lover. Moreover, Gregorio’s dreams + of wealth for his son were to find fulfilment, and the sand of the desert, + maybe, lies lightly on him. + </p> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg’s Stories by English Authors: Africa, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK STORIES BY ENGLISH AUTHORS: AFRICA *** + +***** This file should be named 1980-h.htm or 1980-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/1/9/8/1980/ + +Produced by Dagny; John Bickers, Christopher Hapka and David Widger + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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