trapped!
the kruman who acted as pilot undoubtedly appeared—as st. croix had asserted—to know the river thoroughly, for dark as the night was, he evinced no sign whatever of doubt or hesitation. perched up in the stern of the canoe—which he steered with a short paddle laid out over the quarter—he sat silent and motionless as a bronze image, holding the boat's head straight for some unseen point, and never swerving a hair's-breadth from his course until, at the expiration of about two hours, we suddenly found ourselves entering a tolerably wide creek, only distinguishable as such by the deeper and more palpable darkness that enveloped us as the canoe slid in between its bush-lined banks. we were a taciturn trio, st. croix having scarcely uttered a word since we shoved off from the schooner; while as for me, my thoughts were too full of the adventure before me to leave me much inclination for speech.
we navigated this winding creek for about three quarters of an hour, passing several branches on our way, and then, as the kruman brought the canoe noiselessly alongside a low, gravelly bank, st. croix leaned forward, and, laying his hand upon mine, remarked in a whisper—
"we land here, mon ami; the remainder of our journey we must perform on our feet if we desire not our throats to be cut. tread cautiously, for ze bush it is full of snakes!"
that was a pleasant little item of news, truly, to be told on a dark night while feeling one's way along a bush path so narrow and so overgrown that the darkness was absolutely a thing to be felt! but it was a part of the adventure, so i murmured an acknowledgment of the caution and stepped over the gunwale of the canoe on to the bank, the gravel of which crunched under my feet with alarming loudness in the oppressive silence of the hot, damp night. as i did so, st. croix said something to the kruman in a language which i did not understand, and the next instant i received a crashing blow on the head from some hard, heavy instrument, a thousand stars danced before my eyes as i reeled forward under the impact of the stroke, and then i knew no more.
when i recovered consciousness, the first thing of which i became aware was that i was suffering from a splitting headache; the next, that i was again afloat, for i could hear the soft gurgle of water close to my ear on either side; and the next, that it was still as dark as ever. i was occupying a very cramped and uncomfortable position, lying on my right side, or shoulder, rather, with my hands behind me, and my legs doubled up so that my heels seemed to be tucked into the small of my back; but, upon attempting to move, i made the unwelcome discovery that i was lashed hard and fast, hands and heels together. then, before my bemuddled brain had time to do more than suggest an inquiry as to what had happened, i heard st. croix' voice.
thereupon i spoke. "are you there, st. croix?" i inquired.
"ay, i am here!" he answered, in a tone curiously suggestive of exultation.
"what has happened?" i next demanded.
"happened?" he reiterated. "why, you have simply fallen into ze tr-r-r-ap zat i set for you, scélérat, and are now in my power!"
"your power?" i repeated. "i don't understand. pray explain yourself. but, first of all, if you are free yourself, just cast off these lashings of mine, will you? they hurt most abominably!"
"ha! ha! zhey hurt, do zhey?" he retorted. "bon! so much ze better-r-r; i am glad! listen, mon bon capitan! i am not jules st. croix at all; i am jules lenoir, ze elder brother of ze man you killed vhen you capture ze don cristoval, and i am also ze capitan of ze josefa! vhen i hear zhat my brother vhas kill, i svear zhat i vill have my revanche; and vhen ve hear zhat you have capture ze st. iago and ze mercedes" (the brigantine) "it vhas agree zhat you make yourself too troublesome, and zhat you must be remove out of our way. so i plan vone leetle plan, and go to sea in ze muette to look for you; and behold! here you are!"
"so!" ejaculated i; "i begin to understand. and, now that you have me, pray what are you going to do with me? murder me?"
"non! non!" answered my captor, "i vill not stain my hands vith your dirty blood; i vill make a present of you to my good friend king plenty. he vill know vhat to do vith you!"
king plenty! i had heard of him as a most ferocious savage inhabiting a spot on one of the creeks on the southern bank of the river, a potentate who, thanks to his dealings with the slavers, had accumulated a vast store of wealth in the shape of rum, muskets, and ammunition, and who, with the aid of the two latter, had become quite a power among his neighbour kings. naturally, therefore, the objects of his deepest and most concentrated hatred were those pestilent white men who were making such strenuous efforts to suppress the slave-trade; and it was rumoured that when, at rare intervals, one of these hated beings had the misfortune to fall into his hands, the event was celebrated by a festivity the principal feature of which consisted in putting the captive to death with every refinement of torture that the savage imagination could devise. and this was the individual into whose power i was to be delivered, bound hand and foot!
and this—a cruel, lingering death at the stake, most probably—was to be the end of all the high hopes and aspirations with which i had entered upon this disastrous adventure! what a fool i had been to allow myself to be so easily trapped, i reflected; and yet when i recalled all that had passed between this villain lenoir and myself, i could remember no single word or look in the least calculated to arouse my suspicion; the whole plot had been woven with such diabolical skill, the story told had been so cunningly plausible, that, as it seemed to me, no man anxious to do his duty could fail to have been caught by it. well, i could at least die game; i would not disgrace myself and my cloth by showing fear or pleading for mercy; and, having come to this resolution, i turned a deaf ear to all the revilings, the sneers, and the brutal jocosities to which lenoir treated me. then, just as day was breaking, i suddenly became aware of a group of tall trees towering overhead, and the next instant the canoe gently grounded on a sandy beach. lenoir at once sprang to his feet and shouted something in a language that i did not understand; and presently a great crowd of jabbering savages came swarming round the canoe, and i was lifted out and carried off to a palm-leaf hut, upon the floor of which i was unceremoniously flung. but in the short interval of my transit from the canoe to the hut i managed to catch a fleeting glimpse of a broad creek, with the josefa and a schooner at anchor on its placid bosom, a native town of probably a hundred and fifty huts, and two immense barracoons standing under the shadow of a clump of enormously tall trees. lenoir quickly followed me into the hut, to examine my lashings, turning me over unceremoniously with his foot to do so; when, having satisfied himself that i was absolutely secure, he walked out again without uttering a word.
i was now left undisturbed for about a couple of hours, during which i strove my utmost to loosen my lashings; but i might as well have striven to fly, i was bound with new ratline, and it had been drawn so tight and knotted so securely that i was as helpless as though chained.
all this while i was conscious of the sounds of many feet passing to and fro outside the hut, and of a perfect babel of jabbering, excited tongues; and at length a couple of natives entered the hut and by significant gestures indicated that i was to rise and follow them. but, bound as i was, the thing was impossible; so after prodding me ineffectually several times with their spears they cut my feet loose, and, seizing me by the arms, half led, half dragged me from the hut.
once in the open air, i was immediately surrounded by a crowd of laughing, shouting, gesticulating savages, who seemed to be vastly entertained by my helpless appearance—for my limbs had become so completely benumbed by the tightness of my bonds that i had no feeling or strength in them. thus surrounded, i was dragged for about a quarter of mile to a great open space in the centre of the town, and there securely bound to the trunk of an immense tree, the scorched, blackened, and leafless branches of which told me only too well to what fiendish purpose it was from time to time put. and here for the remainder of that terrible day i was kept bare-headed, exposed to the full blaze of the relentless sun, without either food or drink, while the natives swarmed round me, discussing with great delight and animation what from their looks and gestures i divined to be the subject of my approaching torments.
what my sufferings, mental and physical, were during those few brief hours, language has no words to express; but you may guess something of what it was when i tell you that at last i actually longed for death to come to my relief, although i was well aware that the death for which i longed was to be one of fiery torment!
"a gang of some fifty negroes appeared."
at length, when the sun had declined to within about two hours of his setting, a gang of some fifty negroes appeared, each bearing either a heavy log or a large bundle of brushwood upon his shoulder, which they forthwith began to arrange in a wide circle round the tree to which i was bound. these fellows were speedily followed by others similarly burdened, so that within half-an-hour i was hemmed in by a compact wall of logs and brushwood standing about breast-high. i needed no explanation of these sinister preparations; but, that i might be left in no possible doubt, lenoir made his appearance outside the barrier, over which he shouted the intelligence that some time that night it would be fired, and, when well ablaze, would be gradually pushed forward, so that i might be slowly roasted to death!
the heat that afternoon was positively frightful, for the wind died away to a breathless calm, and while the savages were building my funeral pyre, i noticed the upper edge of a great bank of purple-grey cloud soaring gradually into the western heavens, and spreading as it soared, the sure precursor of one of those terrific thunder-storms to which the congo district is subject at certain periods of the year; so that, as i reflected dismally, i was likely to go to my fiery doom in a sufficiently picturesque and dramatic manner. when the sun at length plunged behind this livid curtain, the latter had spread in a crescent shape until a full quarter of the firmament was obscured, and i observed that it was rising and spreading with great rapidity.
the darkness gathered early that night, and as it did so the savages provided themselves with torches, gathering in such vast numbers round the circle of combustibles that hemmed me in that it soon became almost as light as day again, although not so light but that i could detect through the yellow, smoky glare the flickering lightnings wherewith the coming storm heralded its approach.
by-and-by the slow, measured beat of a tom-tom became audible through the noisy chattering of the vast crowd that had gathered about me, and immediately the excited jabbering subsided into an almost breathless silence. then another tom-tom joined in, and another, and another, until there must have been a full dozen of them going, the beating becoming momentarily more rapid, until my throbbing brain fairly reeled with the giddy sounds, above which the low, sullen rumble of distant thunder now made itself heard. presently i became aware, by the increasing loudness of the savage music, that the tom-tom beaters were approaching, and two or three minutes later they wheeled into the open space in front of me, and squatted down upon their haunches, with their tom-toms—now being most furiously beaten—between their knees. they were followed by about a hundred men fully armed with spear and shield, in the midst of which, borne aloft on a sort of rude throne supported upon the shoulders of eight stalwart negroes, sat an enormously fat man, black as ebony, naked save for a leopard skin apron about his loins, armed with some half-dozen long, broad-bladed, cruel-looking spears. this potentate, whom i rightly surmised to be king plenty, halted his bearers square in front of me, scrutinised me curiously, and with a savage leer of delight upon his bloated features, for fully ten minutes. then he made a sign by raising his right hand in the air, and on the instant some thirty or forty savages sprang forward with a shout and thrust their blazing torches into the heart of the combustibles by which i was surrounded.
"thank god," thought i, "it will soon be over now!" and i only regretted that there was no wind to blow the smoke my way and suffocate me out of my misery. but the air was breathless, and the brown wreaths of pungent smoke went curling straight upward to the black heavens in an unbroken circle.
meanwhile the storm was gathering apace; the lightning was rapidly becoming more vivid and frequent; the thunder louder, deeper, and nearer every moment; and i remember wondering whether the fire, when fully ignited, would have power enough to withstand the pelting torrents of rain that would by-and-by come, and whether i should be still alive to feel its refreshing coolness.
"borne aloft on a sort of rude throne supported upon the shoulders of eight stalwart negroes."
but, rapidly as grew the storm, the fire grew more rapidly—for the savages had been careful to collect only thoroughly dry wood—and within ten minutes of its ignition the zone of flame which encircled me had become a roaring furnace, giving out an amount of heat that was already scarcely endurable, while fresh supplies of wood were being thrown upon the blazing pile, and the savages were pushing it slowly inward toward me with long poles.
another ten minutes and i could tell by the smell that my clothing was scorching on my body, while the skin of my face and hands began to blister here and there under the influence of the fierce heat that now played upon me, and the air that i breathed burnt my nostrils like flame. the tom-toms were still being furiously beaten, the lightning was flashing and quivering continuously athwart the black heavens, and the thunder was booming overhead like the salvoes of artillery from hostile fleets in close action, but i was only dimly conscious of it all. i had attention for but one thing—the fierce, intolerable heat that played about me, searing my eyeballs, and leaping toward me in long, crackling tongues of roaring flame that momentarily threatened to envelop me as a garment.
i was tottering upon the very verge of insensibility—or was it death?—when i was aroused by the splashing of a few heavy drops of delicious coolness upon my upturned, blistering face; another breathless moment, during which a terrific flash of sun-bright lightning clove the darkness and dimmed even the fierce light of the flames that encompassed me, and down came the rain in true tropical style, a perfect cascade of sweet, tepid water that in an instant drenched me to the skin, and revived me as though the shower had been the very elixir of life. i opened my mouth and allowed the blessed drops to fall upon my cracked lips and parched tongue; and so great was the refreshment of them that i actually forgot the fire that roared and crackled and hissed about me! in a moment i found myself enveloped in a dense cloud of steam, through which the leaping flames flickered and dwindled, growing less and less, until, almost before i had time to realise what was happening, the fire was extinguished, and i found myself plunged in darkness and silence, save for the frequent glare of the lightning, and the almost continuous crash of the thunder. the storm having extinguished the fire, the natives had beaten a hasty retreat to their huts, leaving me to the tender mercies of the elements. a few minutes later, however—by which time the storm was raging furiously, thunder and lightning, wind and rain, seeming to be striving together in one tremendous effort of destruction—lenoir, wet to the skin, and with the rain literally streaming off him, suddenly appeared beside me, and in another moment i felt him trying my lashings. apparently they were secure enough to satisfy him, for presently he came round in front of me, and, watching me by the continuous flickering glare of the lightning, remarked—
"so ho, mon ami, how do you like dis after your roasting? quite cool and refreshing, eh? ah, but perhaps it is too cool! veil, nevaire mind, mon cher, it vill not last long; ze sun vill rise again to-morrow and warm you, and to-morrow night ze good king plenty he vill light anoder fire for you! you vill not mind staying here all night, eh? no, of course not. but i—i am afraid of ze fevaire, so i vill go aboard, dry myself, and turn in; because, you see, dere is a big cargo of esclaves coming down for me to-morrow, and aftaire i have shipped dem i vill only stay to see ze last of you, and den i vill be off. bon soir, mon cher! a pleasant night and happy dreams i vish you!"
and, so saying, he bowed ironically, and disappeared in the darkness.
i was, however, not destined to endure the sufferings to which this scoundrel so exultingly looked forward; for scarcely had he disappeared when i became aware of the presence of another visitor. i suddenly felt that some one was manipulating the lashings that lenoir had so carefully scrutinised a few minutes previously, and presently, to my inexpressible surprise and delight, i discovered that i was free. at the same moment a small, soft hand grasped mine, and gently drew me round to the other side of the tree, where i found myself confronted by a young native girl, who promptly intimated the necessity for caution by placing her finger on her lips. we waited where we were for a few seconds, until an unusually vivid flash of lightning rendered the whole scene as bright as day, and then, in the opaque darkness that followed, i felt myself being led swiftly out of the circle of half-burnt logs into the concealing shadows of a dense clump of bush that grew at no great distance. here we paused again for a few brief seconds, taking advantage of the short and uncertain intervals of darkness that followed the lightning flashes to flit from clump to clump of bush, until in a few minutes we found ourselves deep in the heart of the bush, secure from discovery by prying eyes, and moving rapidly along a bush path that i presently discovered was winding round toward the river. ten minutes later we emerged upon a small strip of sandy beach occupying the angle of a bend of the creek, about a hundred yards or so above the spot where i must have been landed, for below me i just caught sight indistinctly of the josefa and the schooner, riding dark and silent on the rain-lashed bosom of the creek. there were a dozen or more canoes, of different sizes, drawn up on this strip of beach, and, selecting the smallest of them, my companion slid it gently into the water. then motioning me to enter, she placed a paddle in my hand, pointed up the creek, and with a vigorous push sent the canoe surging a dozen yards toward mid-channel, motioning me to paddle hard. i lost no time in obeying her behest, paddling first on one side and then on the other, and managing the canoe with little or no difficulty. as soon as my deliverer saw that i was all right, she waved her hand above her head by way of farewell, and at once disappeared into the bush again.
"she waved her hand above her head by way of farewell."
i was by this time chilled to the marrow with the drenching to which i had been exposed, and so stiff from being tightly lashed for so many hours that i could scarcely move, while i was still dazed at my sudden and unexpected deliverance from a cruel death; nevertheless i had sense enough to understand that my situation was still one of the utmost peril, out of which i must extricate myself without loss of time, so i paddled away with all the vigour i could muster, and presently had the satisfaction of shutting in the josefa and her consort round the bend of the creek, without the occurrence of anything to indicate that my escape had been discovered. the exertion of paddling soon restored my circulation, and i made fairly rapid way down the creek, observing, by the glare of the lightning, that the waterway broadened rapidly as i went. i kept on thus for about twenty minutes, and then, to my great joy, discovered that i was nearing some very considerable expanse of water, which a few minutes of further paddling convinced me must be nothing less than the main stream of the congo, into which i presently shot. but at the junction of the creek with the main stream i sheered the canoe in alongside the bank, and, holding on by the branches of an overhanging bush, securely lashed my pocket-handkerchief to a bough in such a manner that it could readily be seen at some considerable distance. then i shoved off again and turned the canoe's head down stream.
the wind was blowing more than half a gale by this time, but it was fortunately from the southward, so that by hugging the southern bank pretty closely i was fairly well sheltered; and fortunate was it for me that it was so, for at the distance of a quarter of a mile from the bank the whole surface of the river was a boiling caldron of breaking seas, that would have swamped the canoe in five minutes. i managed fairly well, however, venturing as far out as i dared, so as to secure the utmost benefit possible from the strong downward current; and so well did this befriend me that in little more than an hour and a half i sighted the curlew riding at anchor where i had left her; and in another ten minutes i once more stood on her deck, free and safe!
late as was the hour, i found everybody wide awake and on the look-out aboard the schooner, with young adams, clad from head to heel in oilskins, anxiously pacing the deck—for, although i was by no means overdue, he informed me that he was already growing extremely anxious as to my safety—and it was pleasant, indeed, to observe the air of relief that seemed to pervade the ship upon the discovery that i had returned safe, and apparently not much the worse for wear. i quickly told my story, and, ere i had well finished it, all hands were on deck, and, without waiting for orders, were busying themselves in getting the schooner under way; and from a few muttered remarks that i overheard i gathered that the men had made up their minds to visit with dire retribution the treachery that had involved me in such deadly peril and suffering. adams—spirited lad that he was—implored me to go below and turn in, pledging himself faithfully that not one of the slavers should escape him; but, of course, that was not to be thought of for a moment, so i contented myself with a change of clothing and a fairly hearty meal off the viands that the steward had immediately produced, and then returned on deck to take charge.
by the time that i was once more in the open air the schooner was under way and foaming up the river under all the canvas she dared show to the piping breeze. the rain had ceased, the storm had swept across the river and was now flashing and muttering intermittently some seven or eight miles away, and a few stars were peeping out here and there overhead and to the southward. it took the schooner but half-an-hour to traverse, against the current, the distance that i had taken three times as long to cover in the canoe, and i had not been on deck many minutes when a hail came from the forecastle of—
"there's somethin' white flutterin' from a bough in-shore there on our starboard bow! is that your handkercher, sir?"
"likely enough," i answered, peering over the rail at the dark shadow to windward. "can you see anything like the opening of a creek near it?"
"yes, sir," came the answer; "there's a blackness just to the east'ard of it that looks like a break in the bushes."
"then that will be it," i remarked to young adams. "ay, i can see the handkerchief now—there it is! clew up and furl your topsail, mr. adams, and settle away the peak and throat of your boom foresail. ready about!"
the men sprang to their stations; the topsail and foresail were taken in; the schooner was hove round on the port tack, and two or three minutes later we were gliding up the creek under mainsail and jib, with the wind scuffling wildly overhead among the bush and trees that bordered the creek on either hand. once fairly within the creek, i ordered the remainder of our canvas to be taken in, feeling assured that the schooner would hold her way long enough to carry us alongside the josefa; and, this done, the men, with drawn cutlasses, stood by to heave the grappling-irons and board, my hope being that i should take both craft by surprise. but as we rounded the bend in the creek which brought us within sight of our quarry, a low hum and clamour of voices became audible, and a glare of torches shone through the bushes from the shore; moreover, the creek was full of canoes paddling excitedly hither and thither. unless i was greatly mistaken, my escape had been discovered, and the savages were all out in pursuit of me.
"before he could pull the trigger i had struck up the weapon."
a great shout went up from the occupants of the canoes as the schooner glided round the bend, and there was an instant and general retreat toward the shore. there was also a sudden shouting and confusion aboard the barque and the schooner; but before anything could be done we were alongside and fast to the josefa, with our lads pouring over her rail after me. the first individual i encountered was lenoir, who was raving at his crew like a madman in an unavailing effort to rally them. upon seeing me he snatched a pistol from his belt and levelled it at my head, but before he could pull the trigger i had struck up the weapon, and the next instant he crashed to the deck, struck senseless by a blow fair between the eyes which i let him have with all the energy and good-will of which i was capable. that settled the matter so far as the josefa was concerned, for her crew, taken by surprise, could do nothing against our people, they simply retreated to their forecastle and were there promptly battened down. nor did the schooner fare any better, for although her people cut her cables and tried to get the canvas on her, young adams—who with a few men remained by my orders on board the curlew to take care of her—at once opened fire with his larboard broadside with such effect that her people were compelled to run her ashore to save her from sinking under them. they made good their escape into the forest, but we set fire to the schooner and burned her to the water's edge. as for king plenty and his people, they evacuated their town at the first sound of the firing; but as soon as i had secured the josefa's people i landed with a party of bluejackets, and we burned the slave barracoons and the king's "palace"—a collection of some thirty huts surrounded by a strong palisade. i felt sorely tempted to destroy the entire town, but refrained for the sake of the girl who had taken compassion upon my helplessness and set me free.
five days later we arrived at sierra leone with the josefa in company, and in due course the latter was condemned and her crew committed for trial. but i knew nothing of it, having succumbed to a sharp attack of fever within a few hours of clearing the congo; and when i regained my senses it was to find myself in hospital, weak as a new-born babe, but high in favour with everybody for what they were pleased to term my "dashing exploit," and with my commission as commander in my pocket. lenoir and nine of his companions were subsequently hanged for piracy and murder upon the high seas upon evidence of the most convincing character.
