When Charles, Murowski and Grenits reached the spot where they had caught this last glimpse of the fugitives2, not a trace could be discovered of either of them.
“Anna, Anna!” shouted Charles again and again at the top of his voice; but a beautifully distinct echo, reverberating4 from the opposite hills, seemed only to mock his cries.
Our three friends, however, were now compelled to pause. They felt that they could go on no longer, and must stop awhile to regain5 breath. The exertion6, indeed, had been very great; for that little path kept winding7 upward, ever upward, and the headlong speed with which they had rushed on made [529]a short rest absolutely necessary. Charles, however, every now and then, repeated his cry of “Anna, Anna!” He thought that his voice might perhaps reach the girl and induce her to stop or to turn. But, no other response came to his anxious call, than that of the sportive echo which, sharply and clearly, flung back the two syllables10, “Anna, Anna!”
When they had rested awhile, and to some extent regained11 their strength and their wind, the three set off again in pursuit. They had to follow a road which led them along the most eccentric windings12 up hill and down dale. At one time the path would run sharply round some huge rock, at another it would follow the course of some erratic13 mountain-stream. Elsewhere again, it ran zigzagging14 down an almost perpendicular15 slope; but yet, on the whole, the ground was steadily16 rising and was evidently leading up to the lofty table-land which is bounded by the cliffs of the Goenoeng Poleng. Very frequently the road would run, for a while, abruptly17 downhill as it took them into the bottom of some wild ravine; but this, far from giving them rest, only increased the discomfort18 of travelling. For the sudden change of motion threatened to dislocate their already tired knees and then, every descent was immediately succeeded by a sharp and trying climb which put to tremendous proof the soundness and power of their lungs.
But in spite of fatigue19, the three men kept hurrying on. Van Nerekool’s impatience20 would brook21 no delay. They panted, they caught their breath, they puffed22 and blew like grampuses; but still they kept on. As they turned every sharp bend in the road, they felt sure that they must catch sight of the fugitives; for certainly they could not have got very far ahead of them. Escape was utterly23 impossible; for there existed but the one path up the mountain, and that went twisting and turning through a country so wild and so rugged24 that no human being could leave the footpath25 either to the right or left. So they anxiously peered round all about them whenever they gained some spot which gave a command of the country; but look as they would, not a glimpse could they catch of either Anna or Dalima.
At length the three men gained the top of the plateau, and they felt that, for a few moments, they must again sit down and rest. But yet, they could find no trace of the young girls they were so eagerly following. The road now no longer rose, it merely twisted in and out between huge boulders28 of rock, between [530]hill tops, and around thick clumps29 of dwarf30 shrubs31, and thus it offered no extensive view.
“They cannot possibly be far ahead of us!” panted van Nerekool. “Let us get on, let us get on! We must be close upon them!”
But in this the young man was mistaken—as a matter of fact the girls had really gained very considerably32 on their pursuers.
In the first place, they had a considerable start when the chase began. They had been able to run nimbly along a path which was quite familiar to them, which they had indeed been accustomed to climb almost daily. Their knowledge of the country enabled them to make many a short cut with which the Europeans were unacquainted; and thus they had managed to avoid many a long bend and twist in the road. And lastly, extreme terror seemed to have lent Anna wings, and poor Dalima had been compelled, as best she might, to toil33 after her young mistress. When they reached the plateau, Anna kept on leading the way and hurrying in a southerly direction. She knew that the sea could not be far away; for the thunder of the breakers, which, for some time, had been audible in the distance as a hoarse35 murmur36, now grew more distinct every moment; and as they sped on they could feel the very soil quivering under the terrific pounding of the mighty37 ocean on the perpendicular wall of rock.
“Where are you running to, Nana?” panted Dalima.
“Let us hurry on!” cried Anna impatiently, as she ran, casting behind her many an anxious look.
“But, where are we going to, Nana?”
“But that way leads to the sea!” cried Dalima.
“Just so,” replied Anna, “and that is where I want to go.”
“What are we going to do there, Nana?” asked Dalima anxiously.
“I know a hiding place where no one will find us or even go to look for us.”
“What? There, Nana?”
“Yes, yes, do come along—try to make another effort—it cannot be far away!”
“A hiding place?” repeated Dalima. “But, Nana, there is nothing over there but the bare rock.”
“Aye; but in those rocks there are holes!” cried Anna much excited. [531]
“The Goewahs!” exclaimed the baboe in utter dismay.
Anna answered a few words which, however, Dalima did not catch. Darting40 on like a hind1, the Resident’s daughter had outstripped41 her companion. Dalima was naturally very strong and inured43 to fatigue and exertion; but her condition was beginning to tell upon her. The burden she had to bear and the rapid motion, had utterly exhausted44 her, and she felt her strength fast ebbing46 away. The blood began to flush up to her head, her temples throbbed47, her eyes seemed covered as with a reddish film; and an insupportable feeling of weariness and listlessness pervaded48 her entire frame. Still she struggled on game to the last. Her breathing was getting thick and wheezy—she was, in fact, on the point of fainting altogether. But this little Javanese girl was endowed with a tough frame and an indomitable will; and, though almost exhausted, yet she struggled after her companion as mechanically she kept muttering to herself:
“Forward! Forward!” Oh no! she could not, she would not leave her Nana in the hour of need.
This painful progress went on for some time. At length, after they had turned round an immense boulder27 which seemed to form a barrier to the path, Anna stood still.
Before her, in all its grandeur49, lay stretched out the Indian Ocean; and from the height of about twelve hundred feet she could obtain a magnificent view of it.
She cast one anxious look behind her. The position she now occupied commanded an extensive view of the path along which she had toiled50 up; but not a soul could she see stirring on it. Might the pursuit have been given up? It seemed improbable, yet it was possible. Might they have missed the road and gone off on some wrong track? Anna fancied, that every now and then, she had heard her name called out behind her; but that again might very well be the result of her over-wrought imagination. Again and again she eagerly scanned the horizon in all directions. But no, nothing, nothing was to be seen.
Somewhat quieted she then turned her attention to poor Dalima, who, panting and moaning, had, by this time, come up to her, and then, almost senseless, had sunk to the ground.
Anna sat down by her companion. She tried to cheer her up; she rubbed and kneaded, in native fashion, the muscles of her neck and shoulders, she patted her hands; in fact, she neglected nothing that the most anxious solicitude51 could [532]suggest until she saw that Dalima had somewhat recovered from her prostration52.
As soon as she had succeeded in relieving her companion, Anna again gave an anxious nervous look behind her, but still she could perceive nothing. Then she walked forward resolutely53 to the edge of the slope which ran before her down to the sea.
“Yes,” said she, half aloud, “the ladder is still hanging there. I have heard a good many tales about the Goewah Temon. If it must be so—I shall fly there for refuge!”
Then, once again, looking to the north, she continued: “But I hope I may not have to undertake that fearful journey—I can see nothing,” she said with a sigh, “if Charles were really on my track, he must have appeared long before this on the table-land!”
Therewith she turned her face full to the ocean. Though she was disguised in Javanese dress, yet she was, and always would remain, a child of the West; that is to say, her eyes were open to the glories which Nature was there offering to her gaze.
Before her lay the Indian Ocean. On the far horizon it seemed to melt away into the sky; but yet in that distance a line clearly defined the apparent contact of sea and heaven. Closer inland the water wore a dark blue tint54, forming a beautiful contrast with the light azure55-blue of the heavens. This contrast was rendered more striking still by the tremendous rollers which came up from the South. Those mighty billows looked like long lines of liquid hills, which seemed to detach themselves from the horizon and come rolling in majestically56 upon the shore of Java.
These immense waves were smooth as polished glass; for not the faintest breath of wind so much as ruffled57 their surface, and thus rising and falling calmly and mysteriously, they looked like the undulations of some vast sheet of dark blue cloth. They came rolling in quietly and regularly like the ranks of an advancing army; and, on the side of the wide ocean, they sloped but very gently, as though the deep were too languid to exert itself. But, on the land-side, the slope was steep and the columns of water came on black as an advancing wall. At first, and seen at a distance, the tops of these advancing waves were smooth and round; but as the watery58 mass neared the land and the wave rose higher and higher, so gradually did it narrow and grow sharper at the top; [533]and the billows seemed to succeed one another at shorter intervals59. At length, the tops lost their rounded form altogether—they became a mere26 ridge60 which began to fret61 angrily—then they sharpened to a mere line which, fast and furious, seemed eager to outstrip42 the wave itself. A moment after, this line of water began to bend forward, forward, forward still, until it formed an arc of immeasurable length. Presently that graceful62 curve seemed to fly to pieces and shake itself into a ragged63 crest64 of silver foam65; and, at last, the entire mass came toppling down, covering the sea with thick milk-white froth which came sparkling, and thundering, and dashing itself into blinding spray against the wall of trachyte which seemed to say to the mighty element: “Hitherto shalt thou come and no farther.”
Anna did not venture to look down into the sheer depth below her, where the waters were boiling in their fury. She feared that a look into that giddy depth might shake her resolution should she actually be compelled to attempt the descent. She gazed out far away to the horizon. There, almost due west, she could clearly see Noesa Kembangan, that beautiful hilly island which, with its luxurious66 vegetation, seemed to float as a basket of flowers on the watery expanse. She could clearly discern its lighthouse standing67 on the Tjemering hill—standing out clear against the light blue sky like a pillar of cloud arising from among the foliage68. Here and there the bosom69 of the ocean was dotted with a white sail like some big sea-bird disporting70 itself upon the glassy surface. And, as if chance had wished to accentuate71 that resemblance, just then a flight of snow-white cranes came hovering72 by, forming a dull white stripe on the azure sky. They flew harshly screeching73 towards the West, on their way, probably, to the fishy74 lagoons75 and morasses76 which there abound77. The swift and easy flight of these birds suggested a sad thought to poor Anna: “Oh, that I had wings,” she sighed, “that I also could fly, fly far away and be at rest!”
And then her fancy carried her back to the past. The image of Charles van Nerekool rose up vividly78 before her. As in a dream she pictured to herself how happy she might have been by her lover’s side. She could hear that “invitation à la valse” and to its delightful79 melody she seemed once again to float about with his arm around her. She could hear his first murmured confession80 of love. She again passed through those delicious moments after the dance in the quiet garden of the Residence. Before her, arose the Pandan grove81 in which Charles had gently detained her to reiterate82 his declaration of [534]love. At the rhythmical83 swell84 and thunder of the ocean, which was giving forth85 its mighty melody at her feet, she fancied she could hear again the soft duet played by the cornet and the piccolo:
“Un jour l’ame ravie,
Je vous vis si jolie,
Que je vous crus sortie
Du céleste séjour.
Etait-ce donc un ange, une femme,
Qui venait d’embraser mon ame?
Las! Je ne sais encore.… Mais depuis ce beau jour
Je sais que j’aime d’un pur amour.”
She felt once again her lover’s arm around her waist and his voice she could hear whispering to her softly, and saying:
“Anna, my darling, I love you, I love you more dearly than words can express, more dearly than my mother, than my sister, more dearly than my own life!”
Oh! those precious words! Ah! that heavenly moment! And then, dreaming on, she heard:
“Tell me, Anna, tell me. Do you love me, dearest? I know I have already had your answer; but repeat that word once again, now that we are here alone—now that we are here, far from the noise of the world—repeat that little word now, as we are standing under the eye of God himself!”
She had treasured up those words. They were engraven as it were, in her heart. Then she could feel the kiss—the first kiss of love which set the seal to her murmured reply. She could feel—
But, as at Santjoemeh, so here again, she was destined86 to be roughly startled out of her reverie. She fancied she could hear the voice of her mother. She would have cur— No, no, not that, she had not the heart to curse anyone; but she cast one reproachful look upwards87 to heaven, as she felt how so much bliss88 had been turned to misery89 and woe90. The pleasant dream had vanished.
“Nana!” cried Dalima, “the gentlemen are coming.”
And indeed, to Anna’s horror, she then saw in the bend of the path Murowski, van Nerekool, and Grenits, coming along with all speed. Without taking one instant for deliberation she dashed down the slope which led to the awful precipice93 before her. [535]
“Nana! Nana!” cried Dalima beside herself with terror, “what are you about?”
The poor Javanese girl did her best to follow her companion; but, before she could fairly stagger to her feet, Anna was far ahead of her, and, fagged and exhausted as Dalima was, she could not pursue her quickly enough. As she neared the edge of the slope which ended in a perpendicular wall of rock running straight down to the sea, she could see Anna lay hold of the upper steps of the rottang-ladder which led down to the deep below.
“Nana! Nana!” she cried in heartrending accents.
She rushed on—she saw her young mistress place one foot carefully upon the ladder—she saw her body gradually disappearing.
“Nana! Nana!”
Now, only Anna’s head was visible. That also disappeared, and she could only see one hand clutching at the topmost rung.
“Nana! Nana!”
The hand let go its hold before Dalima could bend forward to grasp it. It was gone—gone!
Then the Javanese girl flung herself flat upon the ground and peered over the edge of the fearful precipice which yawned beneath her. What she saw there was enough to freeze the young blood in her veins94. But she had no time to waste in gazing with horror at what was going on below.
Just then she felt some one grasp her arm. She looked up, and van Nerekool was standing beside her.
“You here, Dalima!” cried he, not understanding in the least what was going on. “Where is nonna Anna?”
“Allah! tobat toean!” cried Dalima, still lying on the ground, but pointing with horror down into the deep.
“There? There?” exclaimed Charles beside himself with terror, while he flung himself down on the ground and gazed into that frightful96 precipice.
Fortunately Grenits and Murowski were close behind their friend. He was in a fearfully dangerous position, as he, regardless of all caution, hung over the wall of rock, and it was well for him that his friends firmly grasped his legs.
“Charles! Charles!” they cried.
“Anna! Anna!” cried van Nerekool in despair—for yonder, far beneath him, he could see the girl cautiously climbing down [536]the long ladder which, made of rottang ropes, was dangling97 and swaying about under the burden it had to carry.
The foot of this crazy ladder dipped into the sea, and was being swayed about by the breakers as they came rolling in shore.
When a wave thundered up it swept the end of the ladder into the cave as the water rushed into the opening; and then, when it receded98 spouting99 out of the mouth with the force of a cataract100, the foot of the ladder was whirled away again in the opposite direction. This violent motion repeatedly dashed Anna up against the face of the rock as she was dangling there far above the surface of the sea, and every now and then a roller would dash its blinding spray upward as if greedy for its prey101.
“Anna! Anna!” he called again and again in heartrending tones.
His voice seemed to reach her above the din8 of the water. Timidly she glanced upwards. When she saw that face which showed clearly against the blue sky, and which she recognised in an instant, she uttered a faint shriek and hurried down faster than before.
Van Nerekool sprang to his feet.
And before his friends could do anything to prevent him, he had grasped the top of the ladder, had stretched out one foot over the abyss, had placed it into one of the rungs, and had begun his perilous104 descent.
It was now Murowski’s turn, and Grenits’s turn, to fling themselves down flat on the ground.
Certainly it was a horrifying105 sight to behold106 those two human beings dangling above that roaring sea on one frail107 ladder of rope. The two men could not speak, they could hardly breathe, so intense was the excitement and tension of that moment. There they lay gazing down, utterly powerless to stretch out even a finger to save their friend.
As soon as Anna perceived that van Nerekool was following her she obeyed the impulse which had driven her to flight, and tried to descend108 more rapidly than before. But, another thought came flashing upon her. She had heard the dessa-people at Ajo talking a great deal about the Goewah Temon. She knew, from them, that, at low water, the entrance to the cave might be reached; and that then the cave itself might be [537]entered. She knew also that this entrance could only be gained by swimming, because the bottom of the cavity was quite six feet below the lowest water mark. She did not mind that, for she could swim like a duck; but—! but—! all this was only practicable at ebb45 tide, at dead low water, and when the sea was calm and there were no breakers rolling in.
But now—! now the waves were dashing with terrific violence against that trachyte wall—It seemed as if every successive wave reached higher—Yet she descended—further down—still down—
“Anna! Anna!” cried Charles above her head.
At length she reached the top of the vaulted109 cavity. She knew that, at low water, the opening was about fifty feet high, but how narrow did it look just then! Indeed the greater part of it was covered by the sea. She fancied she might just manage to reach the courses of rottang-rope which led from the mouth of the hole to its interior to assist the gatherers of swallows’ nests in their perilous work.
She was putting out her hand to feel for one of those cables.
But, as she did so, a wave of enormous strength came rolling up and broke at her feet with a crash like thunder, and fearfully shook the foot of the ladder which hung loosely floating about at the entrance of the cave.
Terrified out of her senses, the young girl lost her presence of mind altogether. She let go her grip, and fell backward into the seething111 water.
“A blighted life!” was her last cry as she fell.
Van Nerekool had looked down, as he felt the huge wave approaching—he saw his beloved Anna fall backward—he saw her floating in that boiling surf—he saw her tossed and rolled about like a log in that thick mass of white foam. For the merest fraction of a second he could see her glorious mass of jet-black hair waving on the gleaming surface—and then—all was sucked up into the cave and disappeared from his view.
To him, she was now lost for ever! There he was, helplessly dangling above the precipice which had just swallowed up his dearest treasure on earth, and—for an instant he knew not what to do. The next moment came the lull112 and the huge billow was hurrying back to sea. Then the young man saw the immense volume of water spouting out of the cave with magnificent energy; but—in that clear blue column, as it rushed forth, his eye could catch nothing which looked like a human body; and it flashed upon him that, dead or [538]alive, Anna must have been left behind in the cave. She might have clutched hold of some projecting rock, her clothing might have caught somewhere. Quick as lightning he darted113 down the ladder. The top of that cave he must get to before the next wave came tumbling in. With feverish114 eagerness he clutched the rungs—he made no use of his feet—he rather slid down and—he just contrived115 to grasp one of the rottang cables, and get his feet clear of the ladder when, another wave gave it a violent shake which might have compelled him to let go his grip and might have swallowed him up as it had done Anna.
Van Nerekool was now, comparatively speaking, safe. Two sturdy cables of considerable thickness were stretched out parallel to one another all along the inner wall of the grot. At intervals these were fastened by gemoetoe cords to the salient parts of the rock. On the lower of these cables Charles could plant his feet, while with his hands he grasped the upper one. Beneath him the sea was roaring and over his head and all around him fluttered the sea-swallows uttering their shrill116 cries and darting in and out of the mouth of the cave through the blinding spray.
Grenits and Murowski from the top of the cliff had eagerly watched all that had passed. They had been horrified117 at seeing Anna fall and van Nerekool disappear in the cavity.
“Well!” cried one of them, “what to do now?”
“We can do no good up here,” said the other.
Dalima begged them to tell her what they had seen, and as soon as she had heard it she cried:
“We must be off at once to the loerah of the dessa Ajo. He has a boat with which, I know, he occasionally visits the Goewahs.”
And that brave little Javanese girl, forgetting all about herself and her painful condition, shook off her fatigue and was already far down the pathway before the Europeans had found time to follow her. And, when they came to the foot of the mountain they found the boat of which Dalima had spoken.
The loerah made a very wry119 face when he heard the project of the two Europeans. To try and get to the Goewah Temon in such weather! It could not be done. He pointed to the mouth of the Kali Djeties. There the mountain water flowing down was struggling with the rising tide and made the breakers fly up in clouds of spray. At the sight, which was indeed an awful one, the two friends all but despaired. Must [539]they then give up all hope? Must they leave van Nerekool to perish without an effort?
“I will give you fifty guilders, loerah!” cried Grenits, “if you bring me up to the cave!”
The Javanese chief scratched the back of his head in sore perplexity.
“And I,” cried Murowski, “I give another fifty!”
The loerah began to waver. He exchanged a few anxious words with a couple of men who stood by his side. These seemed not so scrupulous120. With a gesture of assent121 they at once sprang into the boat into which the Europeans took their seats also.
“Look here,” cried Grenits almost cheerfully, “each of you fellows shall have five-and-twenty guilders if we succeed!”
“I will give the same to each of you,” said Murowski, “and now give way with all your might.”
The loerah had taken his place in the afterpart of the crazy boat and he held the steering122 paddle. Even Dalima and our two friends Grenits and Murowski had armed themselves with a paddle and prepared to help the rowers to the best of their ability. Under the impulse of these six blades the boat shot rapidly ahead.
At first, as long as the boat was in the bay all went well. The loerah steered123 straight for the middle of the entrance of the Moeara; for he was anxious to avoid the tossing and the dangerous back-draught of the water along the coast, and thus, helped on by the stream of the river, the little boat sped on like an arrow released from the bowstring. But, as they gradually got into the estuary124, the force of the ocean began to make itself felt. The current began to decrease more and more until at length it was no longer perceptible. Now small waves began to beat up against the keel, and these presently increased in size and power as they coursed along the sides and gave a kind of pounding or stamping motion to the little boat. Still the canoe travelled on—it got into the midst of the foam caused by the breakers and into the eddies125 formed by the retreating waves. The little cockle-shell seemed dancing on foam. The loerah, who knew that the critical moment was approaching, was sitting in the stern his lips tightly compressed. He wore an anxious and determined126 look as he clutched his steering-paddle which, at one time, the wave strove, as it were, to pluck from his grasp, and at another the violent swaying of the boat threatened to wrench127 from him. [540]
He was keeping a most anxious look-out, it was a question of life or death. Could he venture to go on? When the billow broke, the hollow tree-stem was at a considerable distance from it. But now the question was: could they hope to get over the distance between that mountain of water and the next one before it also would break? No, he thought they could not. The risk was too great to run. Still he kept looking out and, in the far distance, the next mass of water came steadily rolling up. It was coming on like a towering hill. To the men sitting in that frail canoe it looked like a mountain. The little boat was still hurrying on and, though very unsteadily, yet the five paddles kept way on her. The great wave every instant came nearer and nearer—at length it seemed to rear—it rose as it were perpendicularly128 over that nutshell, which seemed mad enough to brave its fury. Already it began to form its silvery white crest and appeared like a solid wall of polished blue glittering under the sun’s beams.
“Easy all,” shouted the loerah, who had the while been carefully watching the approaching wave.
At the word the paddles ceased to move, and the boat lost all the way she had on her. But just then it seemed as if, without any impulse at all, the little boat was hurrying to meet the huge billow. It looked as if she must inevitably129 be swallowed up in that mighty curl of water which was about to form.
Fortunately the frail boat immediately obeyed the reversed action of the paddles, and was drawing back at the moment when the mass of water was beginning to topple over. One moment, indeed it was only for the fraction of a second, the inmates130 of the canoe caught a glimpse of that vast cave of water, that enormous cylinder131 of light-blue transparent132 crystal. But still the wave continued to curl, to describe something like three quarters of a complete arc, and then—it came crashing down at a few paces from where the boat lay, it came crashing down with a sound like thunder, and covered the entire surface of the sea with thick, milk-white foam. “Give way, give way!” now fairly roared the loerah and, impelled133 by those sturdy arms, the boat shot ahead over the whirling eddies, through the dense134 foam flakes135, while the terrible force of water went dashing up the mouth of the Moeara.
Now came the time for exertion; for she must be well away [541]out of that place before the back-sweep of the retreating wave could overtake her, she must be fairly out to sea before another such breaker could come upon her.
The men plied their paddles furiously, and the small craft shot ahead with lightning speed. A little while, one supreme136 effort, and then she began to rise.
“Give way! Give way!” again shouted the loerah and, redoubling his own efforts, he encouraged his men to row vigorously.
Thus impelled under the frantic137 strokes of the rowers, the boat was driven up the slope of the wave, which had not yet become dangerously steep. For an instant the little shell hung balancing on that watery edge, her ends hovering in the air, only the centre of her keel resting on the water, and then, she quietly slid down the opposite pent and all were out of danger.
The loerah thereupon steered a southerly course; but yet it took a considerable time to reach the mouth of the Goewah. When they got near the cave the ebb tide had fairly set in, and the helmsman had to exercise only ordinary prudence138 to pilot the boat into the cavity.
Meanwhile what had been going on inside? When van Nerekool had gained a footing on one of the cables, he had at once cautiously begun to advance, groping his way in the twilight139 which reigned140 in the cave.
It struck him that the subterranean141 vault110, into which he was now venturing, was of considerable extent, and ran in far under the base of the mountains; but at the same time, he noticed that the bottom of the cave gradually rose, so that the sea, excepting in a few holes here and there, only penetrated142 about two hundred feet into the interior.
But, within that space, the water had full sway, and was raging furiously.
At first, he could hardly see anything: but presently his eyes became more accustomed to the gloom, and he began, moreover, to feel more confidence in the feat143 of tight-rope walking he was trying to accomplish. Thus he advanced deeper and deeper still into the cavity. At length, close beside a slab144 of trachyte against which the water was dashing furiously, he thought he could descry145 something.
Taking advantage of every prominent bit of rock he carefully let himself down, and he was fortunate enough to succeed in reaching the mass of trachyte. He found its surface uneven146 [542]enough to give firm foothold, and at length he found some natural steps by which he could venture to descend to the water’s edge. And when he got there—there was his Anna, quite unconscious! She had, in her drowning agony, clutched at the rugged face of the rock. The lower part of her body lay floating about in the water; but her head was resting on her arm, which encircled one of the out-jutting pieces of stone.
Charles seized her, he grasped her waist and tried to drag her up against the face of the boulder. The tide was rising and he had need to make haste; for every moment it seemed more probable that Anna would be washed away by the back-rushing waves. By dint147 of putting forth all his strength, Charles at length succeeded in dragging her to the upper surface of the slab, and then he sat down beside her. He took off his coat and spread it out upon the stone to make his Anna as comfortable a resting place as he could. Her head was resting on his lap and, in that position, he allowed her for awhile quietly to rest.
A single glance around had satisfied van Nerekool of the fact that the highest tides had never reached the top of the block of stone, and that therefore they were, as far as the sea was concerned, in a place of safety.
With his handkerchief he gently wiped away the sea-water from her pale countenance148, and he took a strange delight in spreading out upon his knees her luxuriant mass of black-hair as if to dry it. He knew also that it would be worse than useless to try and get out of the cave before low water, the violence of the waves was too great to admit of any such hope. But, he thought, that, at dead-low water it might be possible to reach the ladder which was still tossing about in the entrance of the cave. By that time he had no doubt that Anna would have regained consciousness, and he knew she could swim. Then once on the ladder—However! he thought, time will bring counsel! Thus musing149 he gazed down at the beautiful girl who lay there helpless on his knees, Murowski, he thought, and Grenits would surely do something to come to the rescue.
It was indeed a critical moment in the young man’s life. There, stretched out before him, lay the one being who was dearer to him than all the earth, the one being whom he adored with all the power of his soul, the one being who had robbed him of sleep and deprived him of rest, whose dear image was always and everywhere floating before him. The [543]one human being whom he longed for, whom he yearned150 to call his own, with all the passionate151 eagerness and all the tenderness of his impulsive152 nature.
Anna, in her Javanese dress, was covered only by her sarong and kabaja. The slendang, which had served as her head-dress, she had lost in her descent down the ladder. This extremely primitive153 costume, made of the lightest and most flimsy materials, was now wet through; and there lay the poor girl unconscious on the lap of her lover, who was suffering torments154 which might fitly have found a place in Dante’s Inferno155.
The dim twilight and the finely divided spray which hung all around seemed to bathe that virgin156 form in a kind of mystic ether and imparted to the entire scene something weird157 and sublime158.
Slowly—very slowly—time rolled on—too slowly for poor Charles van Nerekool.
Meanwhile the water no longer rose, and the turn of the tide was beginning to be felt. Every wave which rushed in, roared and boiled and foamed159 just as did the former one; but yet the water did not reach quite so high, nor did the waves rage so furiously.
But, hours would have to elapse before Charles could venture to make for the opening.
“Oh, if Anna would but awake,” sighed van Nerekool, who, not for an instant, had moved his eyes from the beloved object, “oh, that she would awake! In her own presence she would find a much more powerful protector than in me!”
His prayer was heard. Still insensible, Anna mechanically made an attempt to wipe away some drops of water from her brow. Charles tried to assist her in this, he tried to put up his handkerchief; but in doing so he had stooped and his hot feverish breath fell on the face and neck of the girl.
This startled Anna and, at length, she opened her eyes. She turned her head, she looked about inquiringly, not able to make out where she was; presently her eye fell upon Charles.
With a loud scream she made an effort to start up, “You, you here?” she exclaimed, and again she tried to rise and run away.
But van Nerekool gently put his arm round her waist, and drew her to his breast:
“Anna,” said he, “dearest Anna, do take care, do be quiet—you will slip down—the sea is still much too high.”
“You here!” she cried half-dazed, “I shall—I will—” And once again she attempted to wrench herself out of his arms. [544]
“Anna,” said he soothingly160, “do be quiet, do be prudent161! the rock is wet and slippery. Be careful, you are yet in great danger.”
His voice was so low and he spoke118 so tenderly, that the young girl gave up her wild attempt. But when her eye fell upon her own person and she discovered in what a state she was lying in the young man’s arms, she once again tried to shake herself free. The sea-water had washed the stain off her face, and the bright scarlet162 blush was now plainly visible as she cast down her eyes in dire34 distress163.
But he only clasped her tighter to his heart, and covered her face with burning kisses.
“Anna, I love you—Anna, I have found you again!” he exclaimed, passionately165, “and never, never again shall I leave you.”
“But, Charles, do have pity on me,” pleaded the poor girl in faltering166 accents, as she again strove to free herself from his embrace, “yours I can, I may—never be.”
“Anna,” cried he huskily, as he pressed her closer and closer still to his breast.
She probably misunderstood his action—at all events she continued very, very sadly: “No, Charles, your wife I can never be—and—oh, you love me too well, do you not?—to have any other thoughts.”
The poor girl said these words in a voice so unutterably sad that van Nerekool felt at once that he had unwittingly wounded her modesty167. At once he released her, though he still kept his arm round her waist.
“But, Anna,” said he, “why should you not become my wife?”
“No, never!” replied she resolutely. “Not then, and not now. I have given you my reason very fully3. Now let me go.”
“What circumstances?” she asked, looking up anxiously in the young man’s face.
“Why, now your father and mother are dead—”
“What? father and mother dead?” exclaimed the poor girl, before the word had fairly left his lips.
It was a very strange scene down there in that gloomy cave. Those two young people—one of them in his shirt sleeves—the other in her wet sarong and kabaja, indeed, one might say, scarcely dressed at all—sitting there side by side on a bare slab of rock. She with her face buried in her hands and sobbing170 as if her heart would break, he gazing down eagerly and lovingly upon her, striving, as it were, to fathom171 the thoughts which were rising in that maiden172 breast, and upon which he felt that his happiness depended.
“But, can it be true?” said she at last amidst the sobs173 which convulsively shook her entire frame, “can it be true? Oh, Charles, you could not be cruel enough to invent such a story. Charles, Charles, what am I to believe?”
“Anna, dearest Anna, what do you think of me? do you really think me capable of thus trifling174 with your most sacred feelings. Indeed, you are misjudging me, Anna.”
She kept on weeping bitterly and was inconsolable. He gently drew her to him, trying to comfort her in her distress. And now she offered no resistance; but she rather nestled up to his breast. Now that she was an orphan175, and that she knew she was alone in the world, she sought for protection with the man whom she had always faithfully loved.
“Both dead,” she kept repeating again and again, “what did they die of? Oh, tell me how it happened! You have come straight from Santjoemeh, and you must know all about it.”
“No, my love, on the contrary I know just nothing at all. When I left Santjoemeh both your parents were in excellent health and spirits. On the very morning when I set out with Grenits—”
“With Grenits?” asked Anna, “Theodoor Grenits? Is he with you here?”
“Yes, my love, he is—but, as I was saying, when we started, on that very morning Mr. and Mrs. van Gulpendam set out for Soeka maniesan.”
“Soeka maniesan?” inquired Anna, “what place may that be?”
“It is a sugar factory situated176 in the extreme east of the Residence of Santjoemeh. It was not until after we had reached Gombong that we received tidings of the sad event. A telegram.”
And then, in as few words as he could, he told the poor girl all he knew. It was not much and amounted simply to the [546]fact that both the Resident and his wife had been murdered by a band of robbers. The letter in which van Rheijn promised to give further details was, no doubt, at that moment waiting for them at Gombong. When he had told Anna all he knew, van Nerekool paused for a few moments. He wished to give the poor girl time to recover, in some measure, from the terrible blow that had so suddenly fallen upon her. She was literally177 overwhelmed with sorrow and sat leaning up against him weeping bitterly. Her nature had but little in common with that of her parents. She herself had brought about the parting—of her own free will she had left her parents’ roof, with the settled determination of never returning to it again. But now, death had stepped in—death had made that parting irrevocable—death had made a reunion impossible—and now, all her affections at once flew back to the beings to whom she owed her life. Now she clean forgot all the dreary178 past, she clean forgot all that was bad, only to remember, with the greater tenderness, whatever had been kind and good. Yes, she was, indeed and in truth, deeply affected179, and, had it been in her power, she would have laid down her life to undo180 the past.
While they were sitting thus the ebb tide had fairly set in, and the water was beginning rapidly to draw back. Every successive wave, as it rushed into the cave, was less violent and retreated also more quietly. That went on until the fury of the water had entirely abated181, and presently they were merely ripples182 that entered the Goewah Temon.
“Now, my dearest Anna,” said van Nerekool, anxious to break the silence and to lead her thoughts into another channel, “now it is time to move, or else we might be surprised by another tide.”
She raised her head and looked about her. When she saw that the sea was calm she also felt that no time was to be lost. She wiped away her tears.
“Yes,” said she, “we must get out of this place; but, can you swim? For, you see, the water which is standing in the mouth of the cave yonder is much too deep to wade183 through. Yes? Then that is all right—there is no fear—we shall soon get to the ladder.”
With these words she prepared to leave the stone on which they had found a safe resting-place, and was getting ready to slip into the water; but Charles kept her back, and gently pressing her to him, he said: [547]
“After the terrible news you have just now heard from me it may not be right for me to speak of love. But, Anna, I have lately felt so utterly wretched, and, in these last few moments I have been so unspeakably happy! Promise me now, in this solemn place and in this solemn hour, that you will not again try to escape from me.”
She looked up at him. There were tears in her eyes, there was an expression of heart-felt sorrow in her countenance, and she could not utter a single word.
“All obstacles,” continued he, softly whispering in her ear, “are now removed. You are now your own mistress. Tell me, dearest Anna, may I hope?”
She turned away her head and laid her hand on his mouth. There was, in the midst of her sorrow, something playful in the action, and Charles caught that hand and covered it with kisses.
“Thanks!” he said, “thanks! Oh I know well that just now you can give me no other answer. Thanks again and again. But Anna, now we must take to the water, we must be off.”
Both were on the point of entering the sea and beginning their perilous journey, when voices were heard outside the cave. Charles and Anna looked at one another in surprise; but in another moment they saw Dalima, Grenits, and Murowski, accompanied by a couple of Javanese, who—the reader knows in what manner—appeared in a canoe at the mouth of the cave.
“Great heavens!” exclaimed poor Anna, as she cast a look at her clothing. “And I in this wet dress!”
She blushed scarlet as she saw the sarong and kabaja clinging to her limbs. She felt, moreover, that Charles was gazing at her; and this only augmented184 her confusion. Charles, however, took up the coat on which she had been seated and offered it to her as a covering.
Meanwhile the little boat had been coming up and Grenits and Murowski, and especially Dalima, were beside themselves with joy when they found that the friends, whom they had given up for lost, were alive and well. The loerah of the dessa Ajo had flung a couple of sarongs into his boat before starting, to wrap up the bodies in, he had said, so certain was he that the pair must have perished. But, these two garments now came in very handy. Anna was able to wrap herself well in them, and in this Dalima was eager to help her. Then she stepped into the boat. In a few minutes they had left the Goewah Temon and, two hours later, Anna, Dalima, van [548]Nerekool, Grenits and Murowski were safely and comfortably seated together in the little house on the slope of the Goenoeng Poleng.
At that meeting, plans for the future were very speedily determined upon, and the sun had scarcely reached the zenith, before Anna and Dalima were seated, each in a litter, and were on their way to Karang Anjer. The gentlemen formed the escort to the two litters; and a very formidable escort they looked, armed, as they were, with their fowling185 pieces.
At the house of the Steenvlaks Anna met with the most cordial reception. There she determined to remain until—Well, yes! until the days of her mourning were passed.
After all this had been properly settled the young men returned to Gombong. Theodoor and Charles at once went to the captain who was in command there, to take leave of him and to thank him for having granted their friend Murowski leave to accompany them.
“Well, gentlemen,” cried the bluff186 but kind-hearted soldier as he caught sight of them, “have you had any luck?”
“Oh yes,” cried Grenits, “we have had splendid success!”
“Glorious specimens, captain!” exclaimed Murowski, roguishly, “splendid specimens! Why, amongst others we have had the luck to catch a magnificent, a unique butterfly—a puella formosa.”
“Very good, I wish you luck with the little beast, but for heaven’s sake don’t bother me with your Latin.”
Even van Nerekool could not refrain from laughing as he thought of the little butterfly they had captured.
Fourteen months later Anna van Gulpendam and Charles van Nerekool became man and wife. The wedding took place very simply and without the slightest display, at the house of Assistant Resident Steenvlak. August van Beneden and Theodoor Grenits gave away the bride, and Edward van Rheijn and the Polish doctor Murowski were witnesses for the bridegroom.
At the conclusion of the marriage ceremony, who should suddenly turn up but William Verstork. After the death of Resident van Gulpendam, he had been at once recalled to Santjoemeh where his merits were well known and where he was highly esteemed188. No one expected to see him at the wedding; for a telegram had brought the news that the steamer [549]in which he travelled from Batavia had run ashore189 and had stuck fast somewhere about Tegal. But, when he found that getting the ship off the shallows would be a long business, Verstork had left her and gone ashore, and then had posted all the way to Karang Anjer. He was determined, at any cost, to be present at his friend’s wedding. But, on his journey, he had been unavoidably delayed, and thus came too late to take part in the actual ceremony, though in ample time to join, on that auspicious190 day, in the warm congratulations which were showered on the young couple. Yes, if ever there were hearty191 congratulations and sincere good wishes they were indeed those which the young people received from the friends who, in the absence of nearer relations on either side, were then gathered around them.
After the wedding, Mr. and Mrs. van Nerekool started for Tjilatjap intending there to take the boat to Batavia where van Nerekool had obtained a judicial192 appointment. The others returned to their own spheres of work. Murowski remained at Gombong and the others went to Santjoemeh and resumed their everyday duties.
But all of them, to a man, were animated193 with one resolution and had determined that thenceforward it should rule all their actions. And that resolution was, to carry on war—implacable war—war à outrance against the horrors of the opium194 traffic. If they could only succeed in abolishing the fatal system of opium farming—if they could but succeed in preventing that poison from being forced upon the population, then they felt assured that abuse of opium would soon cease to be a curse of the fair island of Java; and that the opium-fiend would soon lose his power.
And now we conclude with the person who gives her name to this book.
We must tell our readers that a few months after baboe Dalima had found those whom she loved so faithfully and so well in the cave of the Karang Bollong mountain range, she became the mother of a dead child. That had been a great blow to her; for, in spite of the foul195 outrage196 of which she had been the victim, her warm little heart had eagerly looked forward to the advent197 of the little stranger. She had so looked forward to love the poor little thing. Oh, how tenderly she would have nursed it, how she would have fondled it and caressed198 it—as perhaps no other mother had ever done before her. Such were her dreams. She had already prepared its [550]cradle. Not such a thing as we cold Western folk understand by the word; no, no, it was a very simple little basket, woven by her own fingers out of bamboo. But that little crib she had made so cosy199, so comfortable; she had furnished it with the softest cushions and wrapped round it the best of her sarongs to keep away the mosquitoes by night and ward9 off the sun’s rays by day. It would be a little nest which she would hang up in the front gallery of the small cottage in which she meant to take up her abode200, and, as she softly would rock it to and fro she would play on the gambang and lull her little bird to sleep with her low sweet song.
Now, all that happiness was gone! The fatigue, the exertion which she had undergone, and all the anxieties of the terrible events through which she had passed; the dreadful suspense201 at the Goewah Temon in which she had so nearly lost her darling Nana, had proved too much for her.
Yes, she had been very very sad; but time heals even the deepest wounds. And then, after all, she was with her Nana and she intended to remain with her to her latest breath. She had travelled with Anna to Batavia, and there she settled down to be the baboe of the little van Nerekools who, she fervently202 hoped, would bless the union of her friends.
And anyone who knows the faithful affection with which the Javanese do attach themselves to their masters, if the latter will but treat them with anything like fairness and kindness, must feel certain that baboe Dalima will remain faithful to her trust until
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