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shot-gun; a great quantity of reserve ammunition had been left at the
camp on Observation Creek. Crouch and Max undertook to teach the Fans
to shoot; whilst Edward, with a party of villagers, made his way back to
the camp in the jungle, to bring up all their supplies.
The following morning Edward Harden set out upon his journey, and it was
a strange crowd that followed him into the forest. The majority of them
were women; but the African woman is accustomed to manual labour. At
Zanzibar, sea-going ships are coaled by great buxom wenches, who can
lift a hundredweight as though it were a trifle. With many inland
tribes, between Mombasa and the West Coast, the work in the fields is
conducted almost exclusively by women. The men pride themselves upon
being warriors, hunters of big game and setters of traps. They consider
it beneath their dignity to dig and delve and hoe the ground, since such
employment entails no personal danger. Edward, therefore, was well
contented to have women as his servants; and before he started he
bargained to pay them in beads, cloth and cowrie shells.
Whilst he was absent, Crouch and Max became drill-sergeants for the
nonce. The Fans were first taught the mechanism of the rifle, and how
to clean it. They were then instructed in aiming drill. Though Crouch
had now a fair working knowledge of their language, for the most part he
taught them by demonstration; and they proved most promising recruits.
At last a target was set up in the valley; and rifle practice took place
daily both in the morning and the evening.
By the time Edward returned, though the Fans were not yet marksmen, it
seemed probable that they would be ready to take the field in another
day or so. Still, both Crouch and Edward desired to run no risks. They
did not intend to operate against Makanda, until they could do so with
every chance of success. It was Edward’s suggestion that they should
reconnoitre the settlement before they advanced. They desired to
discover the quickest route to the granite hills, and some position
thereon--within striking distance of Makanda--where they could establish
their headquarters. It was also necessary to find out the strength of
Cæsar’s garrison. At the time of their visit, they had not been able to
ascertain how many Arabs were secreted in the kraal. De Costa, they
knew, need not be taken into account; the man was an arrant coward. But
the Arab is a foe who can never be despised; he is a good rifle-shot, an
intelligent soldier, and his religion teaches him to be brave.
The next question was to decide who should be sent forward as a scout;
and it was Max who was selected for the task. Edward had just returned
from the jungle; and besides, the big man was by no means so quick and
agile as his nephew. Crouch was out of the question; he had burnt so
much of his cork foot that he could only hobble and would take too long
over the journey. It was finally decided that Max should start a day in
advance of the others, taking with him provisions for three days, as
well as his rifle and revolver.
That evening, Edward and Max climbed to the top of Solitude Peak. During
the day the crest of the mountain was invariably wrapped in clouds, but
towards evening these usually disappeared. On this occasion, a most
magnificent panorama of the surrounding country was presented to their
view. They looked down upon the whole valley of the Hidden River, from
Makanda to the mangrove swamp; and it was then that Edward filled in the
final details of his map.
They saw that it was possible to reach Cæsar’s stockade without entering
the jungle. If one followed the valley above which lay the Pambala
village, one would come, in course of time, to the granite hills to the
east of Makanda. They calculated that, if Max started at daybreak, he
would reach his destination towards the evening.
Accordingly, soon after sunrise, Max set out, bearing with him the good
wishes of his friends. A native footpath led some distance down the
valley, but there turned into the jungle. Max struck across country,
holding his course south-west by the compass.
He halted at midday to enjoy a meal of biscuits and sardines, washed
down by the clear water from a neighbouring brook. As he sat in
solitude, in the midst of that illimitable wilderness, he could not but
reflect upon the strangeness of his situation. Here was he, who all his
life had been accustomed to the roll of London ’buses and the cries of
newsboys in the streets, seated on a boulder, in the blazing heat of the
tropics, thousands of miles beyond the pale of civilization.
It was whilst he was there that he beheld, for the first time in his
life--if we make exception of the animals he had seen in the Zoo--a
great rock-python which lay, coiled in the grass, not twenty paces from
him. The sight of the thing caused him to shudder. He sprang instantly
to his feet. As he did so the snake heard him, and glided away among
the rocks. In the thickest part of its body the great reptile was about
the size of a man’s thigh; and it must have been over twenty feet in
length.
Max, having no desire for such a companion, moved on in haste, keeping
the mountain to his left. For the most part, he passed through a kind
of neutral territory, where the dominion of the jungle gave way to the
barren, rock-bound slopes of Solitude Peak. The afternoon was well
advanced by the time he arrived at the granite hills.
Here, he exercised the greatest caution. It was possible that a
sentinel had been posted on the crest-line. He accordingly advanced by
way of a donga, which led to the hill-top, and in which he could not be
seen. When he cleared the donga, a few yards from the crest, he went
down on hands and knees, and crawled from boulder to boulder.
A few minutes later, he found himself looking down upon the settlement
of Makanda. He was immediately above the kraal, and from that altitude
he was able to see inside the enclosure. The kraal consisted of four
rows of huts. In one of these was a white figure which, even without
the aid of his glasses, he had no difficulty in recognizing as one of
the Arabs. This man, rifle in hand, entered a hut, and presently came
out with a party of six slaves, all of whom wore iron collars around
their necks, which were fastened together by a single chain. Followed
by the Arab, this party left the kraal, and turned to the left, towards
the southern extremity of the lake.
Max directed his field-glasses upon the stockade. He could see no one
therein but Cæsar’s Arab cook, who was walking leisurely from the
direction of the river with a bucket of water in either hand.
By now the slave-driver and his party were out of sight to the south.
Max, anxious to observe whatsoever was in progress, descended from the
sky-line and ran in all haste along the ridge. He soon came to a place
whence he was able to see the course of the river, which had taken a
sudden bend to the west above the lake, where it was spanned by a rope
suspension bridge, such as is often met with in the heart of Africa.
Beyond the bridge, the sight that he witnessed held him rooted to the
spot.
He beheld a large quarry, where about fifty natives were at work. In
charge of these were four Arabs, and Max had no difficulty in
distinguishing Cæsar and the half-caste de Costa.
The work which was in progress was singular, by reason of the fact that
this was Equatorial Africa where, at that time, commerce, industry and
enterprise were quite unknown. A group of slaves in charge of the
Portuguese himself, was gathered together beneath the walls of the
quarry. A little distance from them was a great heap of rubbish.
Suddenly, the whole party was seen to set off running in the direction
of the river. Cæsar was the last to retire.
There followed a tremendous explosion. A great column of dust and smoke
was thrown up into the air. And even before this had descended, or had
been carried away upon the wind, both Cæsar and the natives had hastened
back to the place, where there was now a great rent in the living rock.
There they set to work carrying baskets of débris to de Costa, who
supervised a party engaged in sifting. Now and then, something was
taken from the siftings and handed to de Costa, who examined it, and
cast it into a wheelbarrow. At intervals, this wheelbarrow was taken to
a third party at the water’s edge that was engaged in washing something
in pans.
Max was, at first, too interested and surprised at all this to take
notice of an occurrence in the nature of a tragedy which was taking
place farther up the stream. There, about a dozen natives lay stretched
at full length upon the sand at the water’s edge. Some of these lay
still and motionless, as if in death; others were writhing in agony;
from time to time one would endeavour to raise himself, but invariably
fell back, drawing up his knees as if in fearful pain.
Even at that distance, Max could not fail to recognize the symptoms of
cholera--the most severe and fatal of all diseases. At various
intervals in the history of the world, cholera has raged in Asia and
throughout the eastern parts of Europe. In the early part of the
nineteenth century a violent outbreak occurred in Bengal, which in a
short time spread throughout the length and breadth of India. Thence,
it raged eastward into China, and westward through Persia and Turkey to
Russia and Central Europe. North Africa was also afflicted, and the
valley of the Nile, whence the pestilence had evidently now crossed to
the basin of the Congo.
No disease in the world is more deadly and virulent. It strikes down
its victims swiftly and without warning. Even as the men worked at the
quarry, Max observed one who took himself a little distance from his
fellows, and sat down upon a rock as though he were in pain.
Cæsar followed him, and ordered the man to return. The poor fellow was
too weak to obey; and thereupon the slave-master raised his whip and
three times brought down his lash upon the naked back of the sufferer.
The man’s cries for mercy carried even to the hills, and it was all Max
could do to restrain the burning indignation which kindled in his soul.
Presently the order was given for the slaves to return to the kraal; and
the whole party set out across the bridge, driven forward by the whip.
If any man, in all God’s Kingdom, had merited death by dint of his
misdeeds, it was surely this relentless Portuguese.
THE FIRE-GODS - CHAPTER XVI--THE OPEN CHEST
At sundown Max looked about him for somewhere to sleep. He soon found a
sandy patch between two great boulders, and here he took off the
haversack in which he had carried his provisions. He had filled his
water-bottle at the brook.
After he had eaten he lay down, converting his helmet into a pillow. He
felt quite secure; he could not possibly be discovered, unless some one
actually walked over him--an event that was very unlikely to occur. He
was thoroughly tired out after the day’s march; for all that, he found
himself quite unable to sleep. He could not rid his mind of the sight
he had seen that evening: the miserable slaves, dropping like poisoned
flies, struck down by the cholera which raged amongst them, and yet
goaded by the whip. And if Max’s sense of pity had been aroused, he was
scarcely less curious to discover the nature of the work that
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