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to strike. He bore me to the ground by a blow from his sword-hilt. He
seemed to scorn to fight with such as I.
Next moment he himself was down. Sweeba had felled him, but was, in his
turn, cut down almost immediately. On the ground I grappled again with
the pirate chief. It seems all like a dream now, but I have little
doubt my agility saved me, and enabled me to make such good use of my
dirk that Zareppa never rose again.
Years after this I knew we had gained this fight, but now, as for me, I
was taken prisoner, bound hand and foot, and carried into the interior.
After the death of their chief, the Arabs had fought only long enough to
secure possession of the boy who had killed their leader. This done,
they mounted and fled.
I was, it would seem, reserved for the torture. But the king of a
warlike tribe fancied the boy for a white slave, and the cupidity of the
Arabs overcame their love even for vengeance--I was sold into slavery.
Then began a long, dreary march into the interior. It is only fair to
say, however, that from the commencement King Otakooma was not unkind to
He ordered my wrists to be untied, and I was set free--such freedomas it was, for with a mob of savages around me I dared not attempt to
escape. Indeed, I cared little now what became of me, and for the first
few days I refused all food. Then nature asserted herself, and I ate
greedily of the fruit that grew plentifully everywhere in the country
through which we were passing.
I had pulled what appeared to me a most delicious-looking large berry,
when suddenly I heard our chief shriek.
"_Oa eeah wa ka_!" and at the same moment the fruit was dashed from my
hand ere I could convey it to my lips. I knew from this it was poison.
Then the chief called me towards him, and placed me on the grass, and
put before me a plate of boiled paddy [a kind of rice] and a bright
glittering dagger. I knew what he meant, and chose the paddy. Then the
king laughed till his fat sides shook again. He was a sort of
half-caste Arab, I suppose, and yellow, not black. Perhaps his colour
made him king, for his followers were very black, tall, wiry, and
savage-looking.
The king on the other hand simply looked good-humouredly idiotic, but I
found out afterwards that he could be both cruel and fierce, and though
not a cannibal, he was addicted to human sacrifices. Piles of skulls
adorned his palace grounds. He built them up like rockeries, and
flowers actually grew on them, although they had never been planted.
As soon as I had eaten the rice, he patted my cheek and asked me,
through a boy interpreter, if I would have some rum. I refused; upon
which a cocoa-nut half full and the dagger were again placed before me.
I drank the rum, and I learned a lesson; and whenever afterwards the
king asked me to do anything that I had scruples at performing, I
pretended to be exceedingly eager to do it--and thus got off.
Our adventures on our journey inland were many and varied. Under other
circumstances I should have enjoyed them, but every mile west was taking
me away from all I held dear in the world, so no wonder my heart sank
within me and that I loathed the savages, loathed the fat old king, and
even the boy interpreter, although he was the only one with whom I could
converse.
Jooma was his name, and he turned out no friend to me. He entertained
me from the first with terrible stories about the cruelties of the tribe
I was going amongst, tales that made me long for death and my very blood
run cold.
Then I thought of the poison berry, and was strangely tempted to eat a
few. Thank Heaven, I did not give way to the fearful temptation! It is
an awful thing for a human soul to hurry unbidden into the presence of
its Maker.
One adventure thrilled me at first with delight, afterwards with grief.
We met and attacked a caravan of English travellers. I was bound to a
horse and strictly guarded, at a distance from the scene of action. I
do not know what occurred, but from the exultant looks of the savages on
their return, and from the blood-stained booty they brought with them, I
feared the worst.
Another adventure I remember was a night attack on our camp by a
rhinoceros. The savages fled before the infuriated brute more speedily
than they would have done before a human foe.
But my experience, gained since then, is that rhinoceroses are not as a
rule dangerous animals, although a great many marvellous stories are
told about them, usually travellers' tales.
Sometimes the hill and the jungle gave place to wide marsh lands,
through which the cattle were driven first, the horses following, and
last of all the foolish old king on his litter, with his rum bottle
beside him.
Often he used to drink till he fell asleep. Sometimes he would make me
sit by him. Once he had his great hand on my shoulder, and kept feeling
at my neck.
I afterwards asked Jooma what he meant.
"Nothing he mean," replied Jooma, grinning, "only feel for proper place
to cut your head away. Dat nothing!"
This was pleasant.
At last we arrived in the king's country, and a small tent was assigned
to me near the royal palace.
The country all round, although unfilled, was fertile and lovely in the
extreme. Giant cocoa-palms waved on high, some parts of the landscape
were wild orchards of the most delicious fruit, the hills were covered
with purple heath, the valleys carpeted with grass and flowers of every
shape and hue; while the birds that flitted among the boughs, and the
monster butterflies that floated from one bright blossom to another,
were lovelier than anything you could imagine in your happiest dreams.
To King Otakooma's country bands of wandering Arabs occasionally came,
and visited the king in his summer tent or his winter palace--for he had
both. They came to solicit his assistance in the inhuman raids they
made upon surrounding tribes of less warlike negroes.
Did I hope for escape through these Arabs? As well might the linnet beg
the hawk to deliver her from the talons of the owl.
CHAPTER SIX.
"Much I misdoubt this wayward boy,
Will one day work me more annoy.
I'll watch him closer than before."
Byron.
When I look back now to the first two, or even three, years that I spent
in Otakooma's country, among Otakooma's savages, I wonder that I was not
bereft of reason, or that, knowing escape by death to be in my power, I
did not have recourse to the deadly poison berry that grew in abundance
in many a thicket. Our goats ate freely of this berry, by-the-bye, but
it seemed to have no other effect upon them than to make them lively.
But even at this date, strange to say, there are certain sights and
sounds that never fail to recall to me not merely my life among those
savages, but the very feelings I then had. For instance, in the county
in England where I now reside, the cow-boys, or sheep-herds (I will not
call them shepherds), have a peculiar way of calling to each other; it
is a kind of prolonged shrill quavering shout, and it bears some faint
resemblance to the howl of Otakooma's savages, as heard by night in the
forest. Again, anyone drumming on the table with his finger-nails will
sometimes bring to my mind the feelings I used to have on hearing the
beating of the horrid tom-toms. The beating of tom-toms and the
howling, combined now and then with a shriek as of some poor wretch in
mortal agony and dread, even when I was not present, but probably a
prisoner in my hut, used to tell me as well as words could, that a human
sacrifice was progressing somewhere in the vicinity of the royal palace.
The smell of weeds burning in a field only yesterday depressed me; the
savages were constantly burning fires of different kinds of dried roots
and weeds.
Just one more instance. I would not have a rockery in my grounds or
garden; it would remind me of Otakooma's terrible piles of skulls on
which weeds grew green, and flowers bloomed, and lizards--sea-green
lizards with crimson marks on their shoulders, and lizards the colour of
a starling's breast, that is, metallic-changing colour--used to creep.
If ever at that time I spent a happy hour it was in studying and
wondering at the tricks and manners of the many strange denizens of the
forest. Monkeys, mongooses, and even chameleons I managed to tame.
You see, then, I could not have been very happy. How could I? For at
least two years I lived in constant dread of a violent death, and I
never knew what shape it would take. I might die by the spear of some
angry savage; I might be sacrificed to please some sudden fancy of the
king; I might be burned at the stake or die by the torture.
My enemy--and he ought to have been my friend--was the boy Jooma. He
was jealous, no doubt, of my influence with the king. I tried my best
in every way to please this lad, because he could talk English, but in
vain. He belied me one day after I had been a whole year in the
country, belied me to the king in my presence--he pointed his hand at
I struck the hand.
Then, as he threatened to kill me with his knife, I squared up in good
English fashion and let my enemy have one straight from the shoulder.
He went down as if he had been shot.
The fat old king shouted for joy. That boy Jooma had never had a proper
British bleeding nose before in his life, I expect. And he did not like
He kept lying on the ground, because he saw me in the attitude togive him another blow. But the king made him stand up, and for fear of
offending the king I had to put him down again. Then he refused to
rise. The king told him that a cock and a goat and two curs were going
to be carried in procession to the execution ground that afternoon, and
that if he, Jooma, did not fight "the foreign boy" he should head the
procession and finally lose his head. So Jooma had to fight as well as
he could, and although I did not punish him willingly, he was paid out
for many an ill turn that he had done me.
I was a favourite with the king for fully a month after this. He
brought boy after boy for me to thrash. Indeed, three or four times a
day I was fighting. I suppose every boy about the king's village had a
set-to with me. I cannot say I blacked their eyes because they were
already black, but they must have felt my knocks, and I know they did
not love me any the better for it.
I did not know how all this would end, but my heart leaped to my mouth
when one day the king himself, valiant through the rum he had drunk,
stood up and announced his intention of trying conclusions with me
himself.
What could I do?
What would you have done, gentle reader?
I knew I could have thrashed him, for though not old I was very hardy
and wonderfully strong for my years, but I did not want to figure in a
procession. So I submitted to be knocked down. Then I had to get up
and be knocked down again and again. It didn't hurt very much, but
there was indignity attached to it.
The king had found a new pleasure, and every afternoon or
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