massacre of the five hundred.
feasting and amusement wiled away the hours until the appointed day, when the necessary reinforcements having joined, the entire force moved hurriedly off towards the unsuspecting object of attack.
on the third morning of their march the hills of dugódlee were crossed, and the smiling valley of aussa was seen peacefully stretched at the feet of the invaders. nothing could exceed the beauty of this oasis in the desert, so strangely expanded between two gigantic mountains; the crest of the one frowning black, broken, and abrupt, whilst the other rises in steep but gradual turfy acclivity to the very summit, whence rich indeed was the wide prospect displayed.
green fields extended far as the eye could see. flocks quietly ranged among the grassy nooks, and four lakes, unruffled by a breeze, reflected back the iris rays of the morning sun upon the broken sides of the wooded lulls. hemmed in by fantastic ranges, the river háwash threaded the upper portion of the long valley like a cord of silver, and rushing into the broad expanse of lake hilloo, at length found rest for its troubled waters in the deep, mysterious basin, from which no visible stream adds its tribute to the blue ocean.
the city of aussa was pleasantly situated on the upper extremity of the lake, and its low, conical, thatched roofs were half concealed among the towering verdure of the shadowy trees. as the host crowned the opposite hill, herds of beasts, and crowds of human beings, streamed from every side through the stout hedge of thorns that encircled the wall, and the voice of the muezzin rising faintly from the distant mosque, summoned the inhabitants to prayer in this most unlooked-for tribulation.
confident of success, and exulting in their own numbers, and in the potent fire-arms of five hundred bearded allies, the savage host rushed whooping down the hill, their spears erect, and their souls hungry for the prey. but no shout responded from the silent town of the muda?to, and no weapon glittered in its defence. already had the wóema formed in serried lines, and already were the eyes and the shields of the warriors agitated by those portentous revolutions which are the prelude to the fatal rush, when a portion of the thorn fence was quietly drawn aside, and a band of aged men stepped upon the intermediate plain. a green branch waved in their unarmed hands, and their venerable white beards flowed nearly to their girdles. the sages of aussa, whose wisdom was “as the depths of the sea,” and who engrossed all the learning and holiness of the land, were there congregated together. the prejudice of the savage was aroused, and the presence of men acknowledged, to whom every dispute among the tribes had hitherto been referred, and whose decisions had been always most implicitly received. the cause of complaint, and the hope of plunder, were for the moment almost forgotten, and every spear sank to the ground as sheikhs and akils advanced to the front to receive the message from the beleaguered city.
assuming the posture of earnest entreaty, the elders of the muda?to were not sparing of their oily words:—“all ancient differences should be fully adjusted, and the wóema should depart to their own tents, loaded with the richest produce of aussa as a free gift of its elders; but the great conference could not be held until the morrow; the chief, yoosuf ali, was absent, and a swift messenger could scarcely reach him before nightfall. would the wóema meanwhile destroy the seat of learning and of religion? would the sons brandish the gory spear where their fathers were wont to fall prostrate in prayer? if camels had been stolen, the thieves should be delivered over to punishment, and every point of dispute should be most satisfactorily arranged.”
the chiefs of the wóema withdrew in order to deliberate apart, and divers were the opinions given in the ensuing discussion. the fiery arab urged an immediate attack, now that the enemy were unprepared and fully given into the hand of the spoiler; but the words of mercy at length prevailed, and the terms having been acceded to, the wily elders, as they took their departure, displayed features lighted with a grim smile of inward satisfaction.
high raged the storm in the camp of the invading chiefs. expressions of contempt were bandied back upon the term of coward, with which osmán had taunted the adel conclave. swords and creeses were drawn, and stout adherents were not wanting with spear and matchlock to support their respective leaders. the veteran she?kh nevertheless contrived to still the troubled waters. commanding his clan to draw back, and be at rest, he succeeded in convincing the arab that he was not to be forgotten in the forthcoming division of the spoil. finally the parties separated in sullen mood—the wóema to ascend the hills of hy tunkóma, where they had resolved to rest among the rocky caverns, whereas the fearless sons of arabia remained upon the open plain on which the angry dispute had taken place.
meanwhile the town was in a state of hot fermentation. the few warriors who were accidentally at home, inflamed by the speeches of their respected elders, prepared quietly for the most desperate resistance. swift-footed messengers stole out ever and anon through various cuts and passages in the hedge, with orders to call to the rescue every member of the tribe; and the most fearful denunciations were prepared for any who should refuse aid in this the day of national distress. onwards over hill and dale sped the untiring scout. at his warning voice the shepherd left his flock, and the hunter stayed his successful chase. she?khs and akils seized spear and shield, and with all disposable force obeyed the hasty summons. every encampment joined its quota to the fast swelling host, now streaming towards the valley of the deep waters; and long ere the moon raised her pale disk above the hills, full communication had been held with the city, and every arrangement was thoroughly matured for the attack.
blinded by the feint of abject submission, the doomed body of arabs had encamped upon the open plain. little order or arrangement could be observed, and not a symptom was there of military vigilance. no watchful sentry paced his steady beat, nor had any disposition been attempted for safety or for defence. all had bivouacked on the spot where they happened to be standing, and after their appetites had been sufficiently appeased, the lazy partisans lay grouped together with their long pipes, talking over the pleasant hopes of the morrow, or uttering the scornful taunt on the coward folly of their infatuated allies. the song and the keen joke of their distant country occupied the first hours of the evening, and then the greater portion sank to rest upon the green sward.
but the slumbers of many were of a disturbed and fitful nature; and at midnight old kásim ali, whose advice, though ungraciously given, was generally attended to, repaired to the light pall under which reposed his leader. osmán was still awake, and after listening to the words of the veteran, who predicted coming evil, the first orders were given. guards having collected under arms, matches were lit, and some preparation attempted for defence. but the warning voice had come too late. the muda?to host, crouching warily upon the ground, had glided like serpents along the dark plain till they had gained the requisite distance for the onset; and as if starting from the very bowels of the earth, a countless array showed suddenly a bristling front, not one hundred yards from the encampment.
short was the time allowed to awaken the drowsy soldiery. a hurried exclamation from the chief to stand like men, and a feeble cry from his followers in reply, was succeeded by the rush of the savages. forward they came, carrying their broad spears erect, whilst their black ferocious eyes gleamed at the thoughts of blood, like the fiery orbs of the basilisk. a volley from the matchlocks only checked their progress for a moment; and as the firing ceased, there arose to heaven a wild unearthly yell, which was closely followed by the fierce shouts of men in contention, and by all the sounds of terror, confusion, and despair.
no walls or enclosures were there in that naked plain, or the sons of ishma?l, who well understand their defence, might have fought on more equal terms; but overwhelmed by masses of the reckless foe, and hemmed in on every side by ten times their own number, the struggle was but the effort of individual desperation. dropping shots had continued for some time in all quarters of the straggling encampment, and muda?to spear still clashed heavily upon arab scimitar, when the war-cry of the wóema rose pealing among the cliffs. as the tramp of their footsteps was heard descending to the plain, a short respite was allowed. the assailants withdrew from the murderous onslaught, and the fainting hearts of the survivors again bounded with hopes of life. but transient indeed were their expectations of succour and assistance. the wary eye of the wóema had scanned, even in that uncertain light, the overpowering masses of the foe that crowded the plain; and suddenly wheeling round the shoulder of the hill, they disappeared like a wreath of the morning mist.
the muda?to meanwhile, like hungry wolves, hemming in the devoted party, awaited only the dawn of day to complete its destruction. but the remnant of the arabs who had escaped now first found leisure to close their ranks; and, taking up a position at the foot of the isolated jebel gúrmah, they resolved to sell their lives as dearly as possible. osmán, wounded and bleeding, was still alive; himself, with kásim ali and about fifty men, being all that survived of the gallant five hundred who had marched from zeyla. the excruciating pangs of thirst were added to the tortures of creese and spear-wound: and in this, their last extremity, the solemn prayer arose to the prophet of the faithful, as of men whose hours were numbered.
as the day broke, kásim volunteered to carry a message of capitulation to the savage army; and reposing full confidence in the white cloth waving in the hand of the veteran, each anxious eye was strained in the direction of his footsteps. received in moody silence by the muda?to band, a ferocious savage was about to drive a spear-blade through his unflinching breast, when the son of the sheikh bounded suddenly to his side, and warding off the descending shaft, seized the hand of the old man, kissed it with every reverence, and addressed a few words to the tribe. in days gone by the youth boorhán had been saved under the creese by the son of yemen, and gratitude, rarely found in the savage, now paid her outstanding debt.
the veteran’s overtures of surrender having been received, he turned again towards his comrades, but a fearful sight fell on his sickening gaze. two large bodies of the enemy had in the interim stolen round the hill, and clustering upon the very edge, were already swarming unseen to the last attack. vain were his frantic gestures to direct the attention of his doomed comrades to the coming storm; he was seized and pinioned in the iron grasp of a multitude, and the succeeding rush was as the burst of the overcharged thunder-cloud.
and feeble was the defence made by men weary, and thirsty, and unprepared. with an appalling whoop, the triumphant savages soon joined the ranks of their she?kh, and not one turbaned head remained visible above the wide plain. all had found a gory pillow in a far distant land. creese and matchlock, mingled together, plentifully strewed the ground; and clutched in the cold hand of each grim warrior, lay the long arab sword, dripping to the hilt in the blood of the assailant.
the acacia still throws her scanty shade over the bones that whiten on the scene of this conflict. although of the same persuasion as the invaders, the men of aussa could neither forgive their most unprovoked attack, nor consign to a quiet resting-place the remains of the true believers. the severe loss they too had sustained, still keeps the wound festering, for well indeed in that fatal night had been upheld the character of the sturdy children of yemen. taken by surprise and at every disadvantage, each had fought on fiercely to the last; and although broken matchlocks and rent shields dangle in the mosques as trophies of their defeat, many a muda?to mother long bewailed the loss of a beloved son, and many a bereaved widow mourned the absence of her liege lord, who returned not from the valley of the deep waters of aussa.
