‘You will bury these men?’ asked Edgar.
‘The Enooma must have burial,’ said Yacka; ‘the Curracoo are not fit to be hidden away;’ and he struck a fallen black, who still showed signs of life, over the head with his club.
‘That was a cowardly thing to do,’ said Edgar.
‘They are not fit to live,’ said Yacka, and went on.
‘If he kills defenceless men like that,’ said Will, ‘I would not give much for our lives if he felt disposed to turn upon us.’
‘He will not do that,’ said Edgar. ‘We are his friends, these men his enemies. Had the Curracoo won, they would have treated the Enooma in the same way. This savage warfare8 is the same the world over, I expect. It is a horrible sight.’
‘Over a hundred killed,’ said Yacka, with a savage smile; ‘and we have many prisoners.’
‘Shall you kill the prisoners?’ asked Edgar.
‘Yes; and leave them as a warning to the tribe.’
‘How will they be put to death?’ asked Edgar, who had read of the tortures inflicted9 by savages10 in Africa and elsewhere.
‘That will be decided,’ said Yacka. ‘The Enooma know how to kill their enemies.’
After a gruesome tramp over the battle-field, they returned to the camp. The victorious11 Enooma were already commencing to celebrate their triumph.
Edgar saw a group of prisoners, about forty or fifty in number, bound with thongs12 made of some kind of reed or long grass. They all looked terror-stricken, and evidently knew what was in store for them.
‘We must not interfere,’ said Edgar. ‘It would be risking our lives to do so. Even Yacka would not stand that.’
‘You saw a dance at Yanda,’ said Yacka. ‘You will see a genuine war dance soon.’
‘They are deciding the fate of the prisoners,’ said Will. ‘I hope it will not be very awful.’
The consultation15 did not last long, and Yacka came towards them. He seemed pleased at the prospect16 before him, and laughed harshly.
‘It is good,’ he said. ‘All die a dog’s death.’
‘Will they be hanged?’ asked Will.
‘Some,’ said Yacka. ‘Wait and see.’
There were many trees near the camp, and they had big white branches a good height from the ground. Ten of the Curracoos were brought forward and thrown down under the trees. They were then raised feet first, and bound with their heads downwards17 round the trunks of the trees. Others were drawn18 up, feet foremost, over the branches, and left hanging with their heads touching19 the feet of the others.
Edgar protested to Yacka, but he took no notice. The black was looking at the fearful scene with savage delight. There was no mercy to be got out of Yacka, so Edgar did not speak to him again.
Other blacks were brought to these trees, cast down on their faces, and spears were driven through their backs, pinning them to the ground in such a manner that they could not get free. Their cries were fearful, and made the place seem like a hell upon earth. Some of the cruelties were too fearful to relate, and yet Yacka watched it all with fiendish glee. When the last prisoner had been tortured and left to die a lingering death, Yacka was satisfied.
‘We cannot trust you after what we have seen,’ said Edgar. ‘We shall go back. Guide us to Alice Springs; if not, we must risk it, and go alone.’
Yacka was dumfounded. He could not understand the reason of their distrust in him. He had acted according to the customs of his tribe, and knew, had the Curracoo won, the Enooma would have been treated in a similar way. It was the fortune of war. The Enooma had gained the victory; why should the white men mistrust him because the tribe had taken their just revenge?
‘Yacka is your friend,’ said the black. ‘You have come to no harm. We make war in our own way. You kill many men with big guns. I have seen them fired. They kill many at one shot. It is more terrible than our wars.’
‘We do not torture prisoners,’ said Edgar. ‘You are no better than these savages.’
‘I am the son of Enooma,’ said Yacka; ‘therefore I am the head of them. The head guides the body. I am the chief, the king, and I am above them all.’
‘You are as cruel as they are,’ said Edgar. ‘If you are the King of the Enooma, why did you not kill these men at once, not torture them?’
‘It is the will of Enooma,’ said Yacka, ‘and she must be obeyed.’
‘The White Spirit would never allow men to be tortured,’ said Edgar. ‘There is no White Spirit over the Enooma; it is a black spirit, and full of evil.’
‘You saved Yacka’s life,’ said the black, ‘and he is grateful. If my tribe know you call Enooma a black spirit, Yacka could not save you. Follow me. It is not far. Yacka will lead you back when you have looked upon the White Spirit, and seen the gold and beautiful stones.’
‘Kill these men, and we will go with you.’
Yacka hesitated, and Edgar, noticing it, said:
‘I took your hand in friendship; now it is stained in blood. Kill these men, and I will forgive you, and the White Spirit will be glad.’
‘It shall be,’ said Yacka, and moved away towards the camp.
How he prevailed upon the tribe he did not say, but the tortured men were killed, and their groans ceased, much to Edgar’s relief.
After this experience, there was no telling what might happen if another encounter took place with a hostile tribe, and the Enooma were defeated. Yacka, however, had no intention of proceeding22 alone, and Edgar and Will found the tribe was to accompany them. Marching many miles a day in the company of a tribe of warlike blacks was a novel experience. Edgar had many opportunities of noting how they lived and their habits. He soon learned that the Enooma were excellent marksmen, and could throw a spear with as great accuracy as he could shoot. They used their boomerangs dexterously23.
Yacka was an adept24 at throwing this peculiar25 weapon, which is almost in the shape of a half crescent, and is made of very hard wood, smooth and shaved down to a sharp edge on the inside curve. Yacka could throw his boomerang high into the air, until it appeared a mere26 speck27, and it came down in a series of curves until it fell at his feet. No matter how far he threw the boomerang, it invariably returned to him.
The first time Edgar attempted throwing a boomerang he was rather astonished. Instead of going high into the air, it gave a few curves, then flew rapidly backwards28, and Edgar had to duck his head quickly to avoid a blow.
‘It is not so easy as it looks,’ he said to Will. ‘Have a try?’
Will took the weapon and tried, with no better result; in fact, he came off worse than Edgar, for he got a severe blow on the shin. The blacks were amused at the white men’s clumsy attempts to throw the boomerang, and their grins of satisfaction exasperated29 Edgar.
‘They imagine we can do nothing in this line,’ he said to Will. ‘We must undeceive them, or they will have a very poor opinion of us. We have not many shots to spare; but it may be as well to show them how deadly a gun is.’
Edgar explained to Yacka that it was not fair the blacks should have it all their own way.
‘Throw your boomerang, and I’ll engage to hit it in the air,’ said Edgar.
Yacka did not care to risk his own boomerang, which was carved in a fantastic manner, so he took another, and, after telling the blacks what Edgar was about to do, he flung it into the air.
As it came circling down Edgar fired and hit it,[155] but it did not split with the shot; the marks, however, were plainly visible, and the blacks were not only terrified at the noise, but amazed at the result. It was Will’s turn next, and he elected to try his luck with the revolver.
Yacka fastened one of the blacks’ loin-cloths to a tree, doubling it into a small space. These cloths were made of thick skin, probably kangaroo, and when doubled it offered strong resistance to a bullet.
Will fired at twenty paces. The bullet passed through the skin and flattened30 against the tree. On seeing this, the blacks regarded the revolver with much interest, but would not handle it.
The Enooma blacks were athletic31 fellows, and could run, jump, and wrestle32 in a manner that surprised Edgar, who knew a good deal about such sports.
In his Redbank days Edgar had run his hundred yards in even time, and he was in splendid condition now.
One of the Enooma, called Ouwana, they noticed was a fine runner, and Will suggested Edgar should try his speed against him.
Yacka, as usual, arranged matters.
Ouwana was a tall, lithe-limbed black, about twenty years old, and with a less repulsive33 cast of countenance34 than many of his tribe. He was quite willing to run Edgar, and Will measured out the distance as near as he could stride it.
Yacka acted as starter, the signal being a loud clap of the hands, and Will was judge. The blacks grew quite excited over the race.
Yacka’s hands met with a crack like a pistol, and, trained as he had been to start smartly, Edgar gained a slight advantage. He ran his best, but before he had gone fifty yards it was a hopeless case, as Ouwana passed him like a flash, and simply won hands down.
Edgar was amazed, not so much at being beaten, as by the easy way in which it was done.
‘He’s a champion,’ said Edgar.
‘He would be good enough to win one of those big handicaps we saw advertised in the Sydney paper before we left Yanda. How much was the prize money?’
‘About six hundred pounds, I think,’ said Will; ‘I wish we had Ouwana there.’
‘So do I,’ said Edgar; ‘it would be rare fun to see the black fellow “down” the cracks.’
The days passed quickly, and Edgar and Will had no thought of time. They did not even know what month it was, and were dead out of their reckoning as regards the days of the week.
What surprised them most was the fertile nature of the country. They had passed across a vast sandy plain, and taken some days to do it, but ever since they left it behind they had been tramping over what Edgar knew would not only be excellent sheep country, but would also carry cattle. Grass was plentiful—not brown, dry grass, but green and juicy—proving there had either been recent rain, or there was plenty of moisture in the earth.
It was not a flat, dull, and uninteresting country, for there were hills and valleys, and trees and shrubs35, and beautiful wild flowers and blossoming trees were found in many places. Wild berries and fruits they found, and running streams of water, which seemed to find their source in the many caves with which the mountains were honeycombed. In some of these streams, which at times were sufficiently36 large to be called rivers, crocodiles were found, both large and small. The larger crocodile was voracious37, and it was not safe to bathe when any of them showed their ugly heads, but the smaller species was harmless, and never ventured to attack them.
The Enooma blacks were fond of the water, and often risked their lives bathing and swimming where crocodiles were to be seen.
Ouwana was especially venturesome, and often speared a crocodile in the water.
Yacka said he had seen Ouwana fight a crocodile, with a shortened spear like a dagger38, for the mere excitement of the sport.
The black dived into the stream, and was swimming in the centre, when a huge crocodile appeared close beside him. The hideous40 creature opened its monster jaws41, showing great ugly teeth, and in another moment would have ended Ouwana’s career. Edgar luckily had his gun with him, and, taking a steady aim with the barrel used for ball, fired. The crocodile sank like a stone.
Ouwana was unaware42 of his danger, and at first thought Edgar had fired at him. This roused all the ferociousness43 in the black’s nature, and it would have gone hard with Edgar had Yacka not come up and explained.
When Ouwana found out what Edgar had done he showed his repentance44 for doubting him, and his thankfulness for his delivery from a fearful death, by kneeling down and putting both arms round Edgar’s legs. He then looked up into his face with such sorrowful eyes that Edgar patted his woolly head, much as he would have done that of a big dog.
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