wandering will travels, finds his profession profitable, and sees a good deal of life in new forms.
the first part of the journey was performed in a canoe on the tacames river, up which they ascended with considerable speed. the scenery was delightfully varied. in some places the stream was wide, in others very narrow, fringed along the banks with the most luxuriant timber and brushwood, in which the concert kept up by birds and beasts was constant but not disagreeable to the ears of such enthusiastic sportsmen as will osten, larry o’hale, and bunco. the only disagreeable objects in the landscape were the alligators, which hideously ugly creatures were seen, covered with mud, crawling along the banks and over slimy places, with a sluggish motion of their bodies and an antediluvian sort of glare in their eyes that was peculiarly disgusting. they were found to be comparatively harmless, however. if they had chanced to catch a man asleep they would have seized him no doubt, and dragged him into the water, but being arrant cowards, they had not the pluck to face even a little boy when he was in motion.
towards the afternoon of the first day, the hunters came to a long bend in the river. here will osten resolved to leave bunco to proceed alone with the canoe, while he and larry crossed the country in search of game. their friend gordon had given them an elaborate chart of the route up to the mountains, so that they knew there was a narrow neck of jungle over which they might pass and meet the canoe after it had traversed the bend in the river.
“have you got the tinder-box, larry?” inquired will, as they were about to start.
“ay, an’ the powder an’ shot too, not to mintion the bowie-knife. bad luck to the wild baists as comes to close quarters wid me, anyhow.”
he displayed an enormous and glittering knife as he spoke, with which he made two or three savage cuts and thrusts at imaginary tigers before returning it to its sheath.
cautioning bunco to keep a good look-out for them on the other side of the neck of land, the hunters entered the forest. for several hours they trudged through bush and brake, over hill and dale, in jungle and morass, meadow and ravine, without seeing anything worth powder and shot, although they heard the cries of many wild creatures.
“och! there’s wan at long last,” whispered larry, on coming to the edge of a precipice that overlooked a gorge or hollow, at the bottom of which a tiger was seen tearing to pieces the carcase of a poor goat that it had captured. it was a long shot, but larry was impatient. he raised his gun, fired, and missed. will osten fired immediately and wounded the brute, which limped away, howling, and escaped. the carcass of the goat, however, remained, so the hunters cut off the best parts of the flesh for supper, and then hastened to rejoin the canoe, for the shades of night were beginning to fall. for an hour longer they walked, and then suddenly they both stopped and looked at each other.
“i do belaive we’ve gone an’ lost ourselves again,” said larry.
“i am afraid you are right,” replied will, with a half smile; “come, try to climb to the top of yonder tree on the eminence; perhaps you may be able to see from it how the land lies.”
larry went off at once, but on coming down said it was so dark that he could see nothing but dense forest everywhere. there was nothing for it now but to encamp in the woods. selecting, therefore, a large spreading tree, larry kindled a fire under it, and his companion in trouble discharged several shots in succession to let bunco know their position if he should be within hearing.
neither will nor larry took troubles of this kind much to heart. as soon as a roaring fire was blazing, with the sparks flying in clouds into the trees overhead, and the savoury smell of roasting goat’s flesh perfuming the air, they threw care to the dogs and gave themselves up to the enjoyment of the hour, feeling assured that bunco would never desert them, and that all should be well on the morrow. after supper they ascended the tree, for the howling of wild beasts increased as the night advanced, warning them that it would be dangerous to sleep on the ground. here they made a sort of stage or platform among the branches, which was converted into a comfortable couch by being strewn six inches deep with leaves. only one at a time dared venture to sleep, however, for creatures that could climb had to be guarded against. at first this was a light duty, but as time passed by it became extremely irksome, and when larry was awakened by will to take his second spell of watching, he vented his regrets in innumerable grunts, growls, coughs, and gasps, while he endeavoured to rub his eyes open with his knuckles.
“have a care, lad,” said will, with a sleepy laugh as he lay down; “the tigers will mistake your noise for an invitation to—”
a snore terminated the speech.
“bad luck to them,” yawned larry, endeavouring to gaze round him. in less than a minute his chin fell forward on his breast, and he began to tumble backwards. awaking with a start under the impression that he was falling off the tree, he threw out both his arms violently and recovered himself.
“come, larry,” he muttered to himself, with a facetious smile of the most idiotical description, “don’t give way like that, boy. ain’t ye standin’ sintry? an’ it’s death by law to slaip at yer post. och! but the eyes o’ me won’t kape open. lean yer back agin that branch to kape ye from fallin’. there—now howld up like a man—like a—man—ould—b–o–oy.” his words came slower and slower, until, at the last, his head dropped forward on his chest, and he fell into a profound sleep, to the immense delight of a very small monkey which had been watching his motions for some time, and which now ventured to approach and touch the various articles that lay beside the sleepers, with intense alarm, yet with fiendish glee, depicted on its small visage.
thus some hours of the night were passed, but before morning the rest of the sleepers was rudely broken by one of the most appalling roars they had yet heard. they were up and wide awake instantly, with their guns ready and fingers on the triggers!
“it’s draimin’ we must have—”
a rustling in the branches overhead checked him, and next moment the roar was repeated. larry, with an irresistible feeling of alarm, echoed it and fired right above his head—doing nothing more serious, however, than accelerating the flight of the already horrified monkey. the shot was followed by another roar, which ended in something like a hideous laugh.
“sure ’tis a hieena!” exclaimed larry, reloading in violent haste.
“a hyena!” exclaimed will—“ay, and a black one, too! come down, bunco, you scoundrel, else i’ll put a bullet in your thick skull.”
at this invocation the rustling overhead increased, and bunco dropped upon the platform, grinning from ear to ear at the success of his practical joke.
“och, ye blackymoor!” cried larry, seizing the native by the throat and shaking him; “what d’ye mean be such doin’s, eh?”
“me mean noting,” said bunco, still chuckling prodigiously; “but it am most glorus fun for fright de bowld irishesman.”
“sit down, ye kangaroo, an’ tell us how ye found us out,” cried larry.
“you heard our shots, i suppose?” said will. to this bunco replied that he had not only heard their shots, but had seen them light their fire, and eat their supper, and prepare their couch, and go to sleep, all of which he enjoyed so intensely, in prospect of the joke he meant to perpetrate, that he was obliged to retire several times during the evening to a convenient distance and roar in imitation of a tiger, merely to relieve his feelings without betraying his presence. he added, that the canoe was about five minutes’ walk from where they sat, and somewhat mollified the indignation of his comrades by saying that he would watch during the remainder of the night while they slept.
next morning at daybreak the party re-embarked in the canoe and continued their journey. soon the character of the country changed. after a few days the thick forests had disappeared, and richly cultivated small farms took their place. everywhere they were most hospitably entertained by the inhabitants, who styled will “physico,” because bunco made a point of introducing him as a doctor. one evening they arrived at a little town with a small and rapid stream of water passing through it. there was a square in the centre of the town, surrounded by orange, lemon, and other trees, which formed an agreeable shade and filled the air with fragrance. not only was there no doctor here, but one was seldom or never seen. immediately, therefore, our physico was besieged for advice, and his lancet, in particular, was in great request, for the community appeared to imagine that bloodletting was a cure for all the ills that flesh is heir to! will of course did his best for them, and was surprised as well as pleased by the number of doubloons with which the grateful people fed him. after passing some days very pleasantly here, will made preparations to continue his journey, when an express arrived bringing intelligence from several of the surrounding towns to the effect that a sort of revolution had broken out. it was fomented by a certain colonel in the employment of the state, who, finding that his services and those of his followers were not paid with sufficient regularity, took the simple method of recruiting his finances by a levy on the various towns in his neighbourhood. he was, in fact, a bandit. some towns submitted, others remonstrated, and a few resisted. when it was ascertained that the colonel and his men were on their way to the town in which our travellers sojourned, preparations were at once made for defence, and of course will osten and his comrades could do no less than volunteer their services.
