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to find some substitute for the threads of our cotton neckties*, which
I had previously used as wicks.
* Not what we today call neckties, but rather a soft band of
cloth worn loosely around the neck and used as a sweatband,
to keep sweat and dirt from lodging in the neckband of the
shirt. A collar at this time was a separate piece of cloth,
buttoned on and worn only for at least semi-formal
occasions.
To give the proper shape and smoothness to the candles, I determined to
use the bamboo moulds I had prepared. My first idea was to pour the wax
in at the end of the mould, and then when the candles were cooled to
slip them out; but I was soon convinced that this plan would not
succeed.
I therefore determined to divide the moulds lengthways, and then,
having greased them well, we might pour the melted wax into the two
halves bound tightly together, and so be able to take out the candles
when cool without injuring them.
The wicks were my next difficulty, and as my wife positively refused to
allow us to devote our ties and handkerchiefs for the purpose, I took a
piece of inflammable wood from a tree, a native of the Antilles, which
I thought would serve our purpose; this I cut into long slips, and
fixed in the centres of the moulds. My wife, too, prepared some wicks
from the fibres of the karata tree, which she declared would beat mine
completely out of the field.
We put them to the proof. On a large fire we placed a pot, in which we
prepared our wax mixture—half bees’ wax and half wax from the
candleberries. The moulds carefully prepared—half with karata fibre,
and half with wooden splint wicks—stood on their ends in a tub of cold
water, ready to receive the wax.
They were filled; the wax cooled; the candles taken out and subjected
to the criticism of all hands. When night drew on, they were formally
tested. The decision was unanimous: neither gave such a good light as
those with the cotton wicks; but even my wife declared that the light
from mine was far preferable to that emitted by hers, for the former,
though rather flaring, burned brilliantly, while the latter gave out
such a feeble and flickering flame that it was almost useless.
I then turned shoemaker, for I had promised myself a pair of
waterproof boots, and now determined to make them.
Taking a pair of socks, I filled them with sand, and then coated them
over with a thin layer of clay to form a convenient mould; this was
soon hardened in the sun, and was ready for use. Layer after layer of
caoutchouc I brushed over it, allowing each layer to dry before the
next was put on, until at length I considered that the shoes were of
sufficient thickness. I dried them, broke out the clay, secured with
nails a strip of buffalo-hide to the soles, brushed that over with
caoutchouc, and I had a pair of comfortable, durable,
respectable-looking waterproof boots.
I was delighted; orders poured in from all sides, and soon everyone in
the family was likewise provided for.
One objection to Falconhurst was the absence of any spring close by, so
that the boys were obliged to bring water daily from the stream; and
this involving no little trouble, it was proposed that we should carry
the water by pipes from the stream to our present residence. A dam had
to be thrown across the river some way up stream, that the water might
be raised to a sufficient height to run to Falconhurst. From the
reservoir thus made we led the water down by pipes into the turtle’s
shell, which we placed near our dwelling, and from which the
superfluous water flowed off through the hole made in it by Fritz’s
harpoon.
This was an immense convenience, and we formally inaugurated the
trough by washing therein a whole sack of potatoes. Thus day after day
brought its own work, and day after day saw that work completed. We had
no time to be idle, or to lament our separation from our fellow
creatures.
One morning, as we were completing our spiral staircase, and giving it
such finish as we were capable of, we were suddenly alarmed by hearing
a most terrific noise, the roaring or bellowing of a wild beast; so
strange a sound was it, that I could not imagine by what animal it was
uttered.
Jack thought it perhaps a lion, Fritz hazarded a gorilla, while Ernest
gave it as his opinion, and I thought it possible that he was right,
that it was a hyaena.
`Whatever it is,’ said I, `we must prepare to receive it; up with you
all to the nest while I secure the door.’
Then arming the dogs with their collars, I sent them out to protect the
animals below, closed the door, and joined my family.
Every gun was loaded, every eye was upon the watch. The sound drew
nearer, and then all was still; nothing was to be seen. I determined to
descend and reconnoitre, and Fritz and I carefully crept down; with our
guns at full cock we glided amongst the trees; noiselessly and quickly
we pushed on further and further; suddenly, close by, we heard the
terrific sound again. Fritz raised his gun, but almost as quickly again
dropped it, and burst into a hearty fit of laughter.
There was no mistaking those dulcet tones—hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw,
resounded through the forest, and our ass braying his approach right
merrily appeared in sight. To our surprise, however, our friend was not
alone: behind him trotted another animal, an ass no doubt, but slim and
graceful as a horse. We watched their movements anxiously.
`Fritz,’ I whispered, `that is an onager. Creep back to Falconhurst and
bring me a piece of cord—quietly now!’
While he was gone, I cut a bamboo and split it halfway down to form a
pair of pincers, which I knew would be of use to me should I get near
the animal. Fritz soon returned with the cord, and I was glad to
observe also brought some oats and salt. We made one end of the cord
fast to a tree, and at the other end made a running noose. Silently we
watched the animals as they approached, quietly browsing; Fritz then
rose, holding in one hand the noose, and in the other some oats and
salt.
The ass, seeing his favourite food thus held out, advanced to take it;
Fritz allowed him to do so, and he was soon munching contentedly. The
stranger, on seeing Fritz, started back; but finding her companion show
no signs of alarm, was reassured, and soon approached sniffing, and was
about to take some of the tempting food.
In a moment the noose left Fritz’s adroit hand and fell round her
neck; with a single bound she sprang backwards the full length of the
cord, the noose drew tight, and she fell to the earth half strangled. I
at once ran up, loosened the rope and replaced it by a halter; and
placing the pincers upon her nose, secured her by two cords fastened
between two trees, and then left her to recover herself.
Everyone hastened up to examine the beautiful animal as she rose from
the ground and cast fiery glances around. She lashed out with her heels
on every side; and, giving vent to angry snorts, struggled violently to
get free. All her endeavours were vain: the cords were stout, and after
a while she quieted down and stood exhausted and quivering.
I then approached: she suffered me to lead her to the roots of our
tree, which for the present formed our stables, and there I tied her up
close to the donkey, who was likewise prevented from playing truant.
Next morning I found the onager after her night’s rest as wild as
ever, and as I looked at the handsome creature I almost despaired of
ever taming her proud spirit. Every expedient was tried, and at length,
when the animal was subdued by hunger, I thought I might venture to
mount her; and having given her the strongest curb and shackled her
feet, I attempted to do so. She was as unruly as ever, and as a last
expedient I resolved to adopt a plan which, though cruel, was I knew
attended with wonderful success by the American Indians, by whom it is
practised.
Watching a favourable opportunity, I sprang upon the onager’s back, and
seizing her long ear in my teeth, in spite of her kicking and plunging,
bit it through. The result was marvellous, the animal ceased plunging,
and, quivering violently, stood stock-still.
From that moment we were her masters, the children mounted her one
after the other, and she carried them obediently and quietly. Proud,
indeed, did I feel as I watched this animal, which naturalists and
travellers have declared to be beyond the power of man to tame, guided
hither and thither by my youngest son.
Additions to our poultry yard reminded me of the necessity of
providing some substantial shelter for our animals before the rainy
season came on; three broods of chickens had been successfully hatched,
and the little creatures, forty in all, were my wife’s pride and
delight.
We began by making a roof over the vaulted roots of our tree, forming
the framework of bamboo canes which we laid close together and bound
tightly down; others we fixed below as supports. The interstices were
filled up with clay and moss; and coating the whole over with a mixture
of tar and lime-water, we obtained a firm balcony, and a capital roof
impervious to the severest fall of rain. I ran a light rail round the
balcony to give it a more ornamental appearance, and below divided the
building into several compartments. Stables, poultry yard, hay and
provision lofts, dairy, kitchen, larder and dining-hall were united
under one roof.
Our winter-quarters were now completed, and we had but to store them
with food. Day after day we worked, bringing in provisions of every
description.
As we were one evening returning from gathering potatoes, it struck me
that we should take in a store of acorns; and sending the two younger
boys home with their mother and the cart, I took a large canvas bag,
and with Fritz and Ernest, the former mounted on his onager, and the
latter carrying his little favourite, Knips, made a detour towards the
Acorn Wood.
We reached the spot, tied Lightfoot to a neighbouring tree, and began
rapidly to fill the sack. As we were thus engaged, Knips sprang
suddenly into a bush close by, from which, a moment afterwards, issued
such strange cries that Ernest followed to see what could be the
matter.
`Come!’ he shouted, `Come and help me! I’ve got a couple of birds and
their eggs. Quick! Ruffed grouse!’
We hurried to the spot. There was Ernest with a fluttering, screaming
bird in either hand; while, with his foot, he was endeavouring to
prevent his greedy little monkey from seizing the eggs. We quickly tied
the legs of the birds, and removing the eggs from the nest, placed them
in Ernest’s hat; while he gathered some of the long, broad grass, with
which the nest was woven, and which grew luxuriantly around, for Franz
to play at sword-drill with.
We then loaded the onager with the acorns and moved homewards. The eggs
I covered carefully with dry moss, that they might be kept warm, and as
soon as possible I handed them over to my wife who managed the
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