Lawrence and his Man fall in with Strangers, hear Good News, and experience Rough Usage.
“Lost on the Pampas!” thought Lawrence, on awaking next morning. It was romantic, no doubt, but—well, he did not follow up the “but” with very definite conceptions.
As he lifted his eyes towards the horizon, where the rays of the rising sun were suffusing2 the sky with a tinge3 of rosy4 light, his first feelings partook of gratitude5 for a night of unbroken rest, which had restored a bounding sensation of physical life and strength and energy. Awaking in such a condition of mind and body leads one, contradictory6 though it may seem, to spend the first few minutes of reviving consciousness in restful contemplation and enjoyment7 of one’s surroundings. Raising himself on one elbow, our hero let his eyes wander dreamily over the vast plain. There was much monotony about it, no doubt, but the majesty8 of illimitable space neutralised that impression. On the horizon the intensifying9 tone of the rapidly increasing light harmonised with the varying greens and yellows of the herbage. Here and there one or two uplands in the far distance caught the sheen of day and relieved the prospect10 with streaks11 of varied12 hue13. Still nearer a few clumps14 of low shrubbery increased this diversity a little. In the middle-distance the varied colours and forms of the grasses became distinct enough to invest the scene with character, while in the immediate16 foreground additional force and interest were given to the landscape by the person of Quashy lying flat on his back, with his great eyes closed and his huge mouth open.
The state of dreamy contemplation did not last long. The stern realities of the situation seemed to rush in upon his mind with sudden power. Lost! lost! The captives perhaps still unrescued from the savages17! Manuela in danger! It was a dreadful state of things.
“Come, Quashy!” cried Lawrence, leaping up and giving the negro a rough shake that brought him instantly to a sitting and blinking condition. “Get up. We must be off. Saddle the horses—the hor— why, where are the horses?”
He finished the sentence in tones of anxiety, for no horses were visible.
Bounding into the patch of bushes, on the edge of which they had passed the night, Lawrence ran through it hastily, followed by his man, who had shaken off lethargy in a moment.
The patch was small. Moreover, the shrubs18 were barely tall enough to conceal19 a horse. In five minutes it became quite certain that the horses were not there.
From the highest point of the rising ground they had a clear view of the plains all round, but after the keenest scrutiny20 not a speck21 resembling a horse was to be seen. The searchers looked at each other in dismay.
“Lost! and our horses gone!” said Lawrence, in a voice which excess of alarm had reduced to a sort of low, hoarse22 whisper.
“Most awrful!” murmured Quashy.
Lawrence cleared his throat and paused, while his sympathetic servant gazed.
“Now, Quashy,” he said, “it seems to me quite impossible that our animals could have strayed in a few hours quite out of such an enormous circle of vision. They must be somewhere about, though we can’t see them.”
“Yes, massa, dey must be somewhar, as you say.”
“Well, then, it follows that they must be concealed23 in one of the few clumps of bushes that lie around us. So we must search these instantly, for our only hope lies in finding the horses.”
“Das so, massa.”
Even our negro’s elastic24 spirit seemed to be subdued25 to some extent by the prospect before them; for, apart from the fact that the bushy islets in the grassy26 sea were scarcely high enough to entirely27 conceal so large an object as a horse, they were scattered28 about at such immense distances from each other that a complete search of them implied toilsome labour for at least the whole of that day. Lawrence felt, however, that it had to be done, and arranged that his man should search towards the east, while he should take the west. To prevent the risk of their losing the mound29 on which they stood, one of their ponchos31 was thrown over the top of the highest bush and fixed32 there as a signal. So eager were they to begin, that both started off without a thought of breakfast.
It is not necessary to follow the steps of each. In regard to Lawrence, it may suffice to say that he wandered during the whole of that sultry day over the boundless33 plain, wearily but persistently34 examining the few bush-islets that lay to the west of their bivouac without finding a trace of the lost steeds. As the sun began to decline towards the east he gave up in despair, and, with weary limbs and something like wolfish hunger, returned towards the rendezvous35.
Starting off, as we have said, at the same time with his master, Quashy found the two horses, after a two hours’ search, quietly grazing in a grassy hollow. A low shrub-covered mound lying close to this hollow intervened between it and the spot where our adventurers had spent the night, thus effectually concealing37 the lost steeds from view.
The instant Quashy made the discovery he ran to the nearest elevation38 on the plain with the intention of shouting the news to his master, but by that time Lawrence was two or three miles away on the other side of the bivouac, quite beyond the range of sight and hearing.
Quashy, therefore, ran back to the hollow with the intention of catching39 the horses, mounting his own, and driving the other before him to the camp.
And now began that interesting but somewhat exhausting and heart-breaking process which may be styled coquetting with a free horse.
Full of glad enthusiasm, the negro ran towards his own steed, holding out his right hand, and exclaiming, “Come along, Ole Scrubby.”
He had named the horse Ole Scrubby owing to some sort of facetious40 perversity41 of his own temperament42, for the horse, instead of being “ole,” was quite young, and, far from being scrubby, it was a remarkably43 fine animal.
“Come now, Ole Scrubby,” repeated the man, “we’s got no time to waste. D’ee hear?”
Evidently it heard, for, after allowing its master to advance within three feet of it, and even putting out its nose to smell his black hand, it gave a snort, turned round, tossed up its heels, and trotted44 away. Stopping short suddenly it turned again and looked at its master with a high head, as if to say, “There! what think you of that?”
“You ole scoundril,” growled46 the negro, with an injured look, “di’n’t I say we’s got no time to waste? eh! Come, now. Das enuff o’ your fun.”
He had again approached to within three feet or so, and again the playful steed had protruded47 its nose and even touched his hand, but before that hand could grasp the halter, tail and heels were in the air, and away it went a second time.
Indignation, intensified48 to the uttermost, sat on Quashy’s countenance49. “Scrubs,” he said, solemnly—modifying the name a little, as he became more serious—“you nebber doo’d dat before! Come, sar, you ’bey orders, an’ stan’ still.”
But the horse refused to obey orders, and declined to stand still. His master began to lose temper—if we may so speak of one who only became a little less amiable50 than usual. Under the influence of the condition, however, whatever it was, he became unjust, and began to call his horse names.
“What! you not ’bey orders? you ole screw—you unnat’ral villin—you obs’nit lump o’ hoss-flesh! Stan’ still, I say!”
Need we say that the horse refused to stand still?
Again, and again, and over again, the negro tried to lay hands on the animal, and as often did he fail. Quashy, however, was not to be easily beaten. His was a resolute51 and persevering52 nature; but the misfortune on that occasion was that he had to do with a creature possessed53 of greater resolution and perseverance54 than himself. He spent hours over the effort. He coaxed55 the horse. He wheedled56 it. He remonstrated57 with and reproved it. He tried the effect of the most endearing entreaties58, and assurances of personal esteem59. Losing—no, becoming less amiable, he flew round to the other extreme, and accused it of ingratitude60, indefensible even in an ass15. Then he sought to bribe61 it with offers of free forgiveness. After that he tried to frighten it with threats of the most painful and every way horrible consequences; but whatever effect all these varied influences might have had upon the horse’s mind, the one unvarying effect on its body was to send its tail and heels towards the sky, while it neighed joyously62 and trotted around. Poor Quashy went up to it smilingly—after that, frowningly; he cringed towards it; he advanced straightforwardly63; he sidled slily; he ran at it; he rushed at it; he bounced at it; he yelled at it; he groaned64 at it; he perspired65 after it; he went nearly mad over it, and, finally, he sat down before it, and glared in deadly silence in its innocent face!
Then the unfortunate man, having spent a very considerable part of the day thus, bethought him of trying to catch the other horse, but with it he was also unsuccessful—indeed, the failure was even more emphatic66, for Lawrence’s steed refused to let him come within even hopeful distance of it.
At last, in the profoundest state of despair to which he was ever known to have sunk, he returned to camp. Lawrence had got there before him, saw him coming, and advanced to meet him.
“Well, Quashy, I have failed,” he said, with a sigh.
“This losing of our horses,” remarked Lawrence, “is the worst that could have befallen us.”
“No, massa,” said the negro, with more of sulkiness—or less of amiability—than he had exhibited since they first met on the western side of the Andes, “breakin’ our legs would be wuss—smashin’ our necks would be wusser still. But de hosses is not lost. Dey’s on’y spunkerblued.”
“How? What d’you mean?”
“Dey’s down dar,” returned the negro, pointing with his finger, “down in dat holler—spunkerblued.”
“Not killed, I hope,” asked Lawrence, anxiously.
Lawrence received this explanation with a light laugh. “Come,” he said, quickly, “lead the way, Quash, and I’ll show you how to get them out of the spunkerblues.”
Comforted and reassured68 by his master’s hearty69 tone and manner, the negro led the way to the spot where he had spent such a busy day.
Now, we do not know whether we have made it obvious to the reader that Lawrence Armstrong’s kindliness70 of nature embraced not only the human race but the whole animal kingdom. At all events it is true that wherever he came in contact with the lower animals he managed by some species of fascination71 to gain their affections. The mode of fascination began, no doubt, with their stomachs, but this does not alter the fact. Among other creatures Lawrence had gained the affections of Quashy’s steed, and also of Manuela’s and Pedro’s horses, as well as his own, by means of sugar. With this simple appliance he went into the hollow, and held out his hand.
“Come, Ole Scrubby,” he cried, using Quashy’s words.
With a cheerful neigh the rebellious72 one trotted up, received the sugar, and suffered himself to be led once more into servitude.
“Even among the brutes73, Quash,” he remarked, as he patted the nose of his own steed, “we are meant to ‘overcome evil with good.’ Come, we must spend another night here, for it is too late to start off now; besides, I am tired out, and starving.”
“Massa,” returned Quashy, as they mounted, “I’s done up to dat extent, an’ so hungry, I could sleep on prickly pears, an’ heat my wittles raw.”
In this condition of body and mind they galloped74 back to camp, and took particular care that the horses should not again stray.
Next morning, after breakfasting on the remains76 of their food, they mounted, and, taking the sun as their guide, headed away eastward77 at full gallop75.
Silently and steadily78 for two hours or more they swept along over the Pampas waves, turning aside only a little once or twice to avoid ground that had been riddled79 and rendered unsafe by the biscachos.
As noon approached Quashy gave a shout, and pointed80 to the horizon ahead of them, where living objects of some kind were seen moving along.
“Dey’s a noo kind ob ostriches wid four legs,” returned the negro, “an’ wid peepil on deir backs.”
“I believe you are right. A party of mounted men, apparently82. Come, this is well. Whoever they are we shall at least be able to gather some information from them, and, at the worst, we can follow them to some inhabited spot.”
On drawing near they found that the riders belonged to a family of Gauchos83. There were six of them—all fine-looking fellows, clad in the graceful85, though ragged86 costume of the Pampas. One of their number was a little boy of about five years of age, who rode his horse with all the elegance87 and ease of a Spanish grandee88, though only about the size of a large monkey.
They turned out to be honest and friendly men, who said that they were returning home after assisting in a successful chase after Indians.
Had they been assisted by troops in the chase, Lawrence asked, eagerly.
Yes, they had—troops under a tall, white-haired colonel, and the captives had been rescued, the savages scattered, and the soldiers had gone off in the direction of Buenos Ayres.
“So, Quashy, they’ve managed the job without our assistance,” said Lawrence, on hearing this. “Now we must spur after the troops as hard as our steeds can go.”
On this being stated to the leading Gaucho84 he shook his head, and advised the senhor to go to their hut for the night. It was only a little way out of the line of march; there the travellers could feed and rest well, and start refreshed in the morning. Besides, a storm was coming on which would prevent all travelling for some hours.
As he spoke89 he pointed to a part of the sky which had become dark with clouds, and, without further remark, galloped away, followed by his companions. Lawrence deemed it wise in the circumstances to accept the invitation.
The day had been very sultry, and if our travellers had not been ignorant of the signs of the Pampas they might have known that the day was heavy with the presage90 of storm.
Before the Gaucho home, to which they were hastening, appeared on the horizon, the whole sky had become overclouded and vivid forked lightning began to play. From the way in which the Gauchos spurred and the horses trembled it was clear that they feared being caught in the storm; and little wonder, for both men and beasts are filled with alarm when overtaken on the unsheltered Pampas by one of these terrific tempests. The blast, sweeping91 unchecked over hundreds of miles of wilderness92, often acquires a force that drives all before it. Sometimes great herds93 of cattle have been driven bellowing94 before the gale95, tumbling over each other in wild confusion till some swollen96 river has checked their flight and ended their career.
Race, and spur, and shout as they might, however, the storm was too quick for them on this occasion. The wind seemed to rush down upon them with evil intent and fury, changing the temperature from sultry heat to sudden and bitter cold. Dust, too, was stirred up, and swept along so thickly that the day became as dark as night. Then the rain burst upon them like a waterspout, and, mingling97 with the flying dust overhead, came down in the form of mud, mixed with flying sticks and stones, and grass, and prickly thistle-heads.
So fierce was the hurly-burly that it seemed as if man and horse must perish under it. Thunder also cracked and roared in terrific peals98, while ever and anon the lightning flashed like gleaming steel through the darkness.
In the midst of this elemental war the party reached the Gaucho huts. What they were like Lawrence could not tell. He had galloped like the rest wildly along, with his face buried in his poncho30, and saw nothing—save once or twice, when, raising his head slightly and opening one eye, he saw, or fancied he saw, the Gauchos, like dark phantoms99, flying before him, and Quashy at his side, bending flat on his horse’s neck. The stout100 negro seemed to care nothing for his body so long as his face was safe, for he had let his poncho go, and as it was fastened only at the neck, it flapped wildly above his head.
Presently they passed through an opening in what seemed a mud wall. Then they stopped so suddenly that Lawrence almost went over his steed’s head, while his man effectually did so, and, throwing a complete somersault, alighted by good fortune on his feet.
They all tumbled promiscuously101 into a mud hut, and then, clearing their eyes, found that the Gaucho-leader and a woman, apparently his wife, were smiling welcome beside them; that the short-lived storm was already passing away, after having done its worst, and that they were drenched102 to the skin as well as covered with mud and thistle-heads from top to toe.
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80 pointed | |
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81 ostriches | |
n.鸵鸟( ostrich的名词复数 );逃避现实的人,不愿正视现实者 | |
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82 apparently | |
adv.显然地;表面上,似乎 | |
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83 gauchos | |
n.南美牧人( gaucho的名词复数 ) | |
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84 gaucho | |
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85 graceful | |
adj.优美的,优雅的;得体的 | |
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86 ragged | |
adj.衣衫褴褛的,粗糙的,刺耳的 | |
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87 elegance | |
n.优雅;优美,雅致;精致,巧妙 | |
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88 grandee | |
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89 spoke | |
n.(车轮的)辐条;轮辐;破坏某人的计划;阻挠某人的行动 v.讲,谈(speak的过去式);说;演说;从某种观点来说 | |
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90 presage | |
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91 sweeping | |
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92 wilderness | |
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兽群( herd的名词复数 ); 牧群; 人群; 群众 | |
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94 bellowing | |
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95 gale | |
n.大风,强风,一阵闹声(尤指笑声等) | |
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96 swollen | |
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97 mingling | |
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98 peals | |
n.(声音大而持续或重复的)洪亮的响声( peal的名词复数 );隆隆声;洪亮的钟声;钟乐v.(使)(钟等)鸣响,(雷等)发出隆隆声( peal的第三人称单数 ) | |
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99 phantoms | |
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101 promiscuously | |
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102 drenched | |
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