Bevis Part 8

CENTRAL AFRICA.

"We shall never get round," said Mark, "just see what a way we have come, and we are not half up one side of the sea yet."

"I wonder how far it is back to the quarry," said Bevis. "These sedges are so tiresome."

"We shall never get round," said Mark, "and I am getting hungry, and Pan is tired of the rushes too."

Pan, with his red tongue lolling out at one side of his mouth, looked up, showed his white tusks and wagged his tail at the mention of his name. He had ceased to quest about for some time; he had been walking just at their heels in the path they made.

"We _must_ go on," said Bevis, "we _can't_ go back; it is not proper.

Travellers like us never go back. I wish there were no more sedges.

Come on."

He marched on again. But now they had once confessed to each other that they were tired, this spurt soon died away, and they stopped again.

"It is as hot as Central Africa," said Mark, fanning himself with his hat.

"I am not sure that we are not in Central Africa," said Bevis. "There are hundreds of miles of reeds in Africa, and as we have crossed the Nile very likely that's where we are."

"It's just like it," said Mark, "I am sure it's Africa."

"Then there ought to be lions in the reeds," said Bevis, "or elephants.

Keep your spear ready."

They went on again a little way.

"I want to sit down," said Mark.

"So do I," said Bevis; "in Africa, people generally rest in the middle of the day for fear of sunstrokes."

"So they do; then we ought to rest."

"We can't sit down here," said Bevis; "it is so wet, and it does not smell very nice: we might have the fever, you know, if we stopped still long."

"Let's go to the hedge," said Mark, pointing to the hedge which surrounded the sh.o.r.e and was a great way on their left hand. "Perhaps there is a prairie there. And I am so thirsty, and there is no water we can drink; give me an apple."

"But we must not go back," said Bevis; "I can't have that; it would never do to let the expedition fail."

"No," said Mark. "But let us sit down first."

Bevis did not quite like to leave the sedges, but he could not gainsay the heat, and he was weary, so they left the rough path and went towards the hedge, pushing through the sedges and rushes. It was some distance, and as they came nearer and the ground very gradually rose and became drier, there was a thick growth of coa.r.s.e gra.s.s between the other plants, and presently a dense ma.s.s of reed-gra.s.s taller than their shoulders. This was now in bloom, and the pollen covered their sleeves as they forced a way through it. The closer they got to the hedge the thicker the gra.s.ses became, and there were now stoles of willow, and tall umbelliferous plants called "gix," which gave out an unpleasant scent as they rubbed against or pushed them down and stepped on them.

It was hard work to get through, and when at last they reached the hedge they were almost done up.

Now there was a new difficulty, the hedge had grown so close and thick it was impossible to creep through it. They were obliged to follow it, searching for a gap. They could not see a yard in front, so that they could not tell how far they might have to go. The dust-like pollen flying from the shaken gra.s.ses and the flowering plants got inside their nostrils and on the roofs of their mouths and in their throats, causing an unbearable thirst and tickling. The flies, gathering in crowds, teased them, and would not be driven away. Now and then something seemed to sting their necks, and, striking the place with the flat hand, a stoatfly dropped, too bloated with blood, like a larger gnat, to attempt to escape the blow.

Pushing through the plants they stumbled into a hollow which they did not see on account of the vegetation till they stepped over the edge and fell in it. Mark struck his knee against a stone, and limped; Bevis scratched his hands and wrist with a bramble. The hollow was a little wet at the bottom, not water, but soft, sticky mud, which clung to their feet like gum; but they scrambled out of it quickly, not really hurt, but out of breath and angry. They were obliged to sit down, crushing down the gra.s.ses, to rest a minute.

"Let's go back to the path in the sedges," said Mark.

"I shan't," said Bevis savagely. He got up and went on a few steps, and then took out his knife. "Couldn't we cut a way through the bushes?" he asked. They went nearer the hedge and looked, but it had been kept thick that cattle might not stray into the marsh. The outside twigs could be cut of course, but hawthorn is hard and close-grained. With such little tools as their pocket-knives it would take hours--very likely they would break them.

"If we only had something to drink," said Mark. They had no more apples. Though it was a marsh, though they were on the sh.o.r.e, there was not a drop of water; if they went back to the sedges they could not get at the water, they would sink to the knees in mud first. The tall reed-gra.s.s and "gix," and other plants which so impeded their progress, were not high enough to protect them in the least from the sun. The hedge ran north and south, and at noonday gave no shadow. As they went slowly forward, Mark felt the ground first with his spear to prevent their falling into another hollow. They pulled rushes, and bit the soft white part which was cool to the tongue. But the stalks of plants and gra.s.s, each so easily bent when taken by itself, in the ma.s.s like this began to prove stronger than they were.

They had to part them with their arms first, like swimming, and then push through, and the ceaseless resistance wore out their power. Even Bevis at last agreed that it was not possible, they must go back to the path in the sedges on their right. After standing still a minute to recover themselves they turned to the right and went towards the sedges.

In about twenty yards Mark, who had been sounding with his spear, touched something that splashed, he stopped and thrust again, there was no mistake, it was water. On going nearer, and feeling for the bottom with the spear, Mark found it was deep too, he could not reach the bottom. The gra.s.ses grew right to the edge, and the water itself was so covered with weeds that, had they not prodded the ground before they moved, they would have stepped over the brink into it. The New Sea, receding, had left a long winding pool in a hollow which shut them off from getting to the path in the sedges unless by returning the weary way they had come.

"This is dreadful," said Mark, when they had followed the water a little distance and were certain they could not cross. "We can't get out and we can't go back; I am so tired, I can't push through much longer."

"We must go on," said Bevis; "somehow or other we must go on." He too dreaded the idea of returning through the entangled vegetation. It was less dense on the verge of the pool than by the hedge, and by feeling their way with the spear they got on for a while. Thirsty as he was Mark could not drink from the weed-grown water; indeed he could not see the water at all for weeds and green sc.u.m, and if he pushed these aside with his spear the surface bubbled with marsh gases. Bevis too persuaded him not to drink it. Slowly they worked on, the marsh on one side, and the hedge on the other.

"Look," said Mark presently. "There's a willow; can't we climb up and see round?"

"Yes," said Bevis; and they changed their course to get to it; it was nearer the hedge. They felt the ground rise, it was two yards higher by the willow, and harder; when the sea came up the spot in fact was an islet. There were bushes on it, brambles, and elder in flower; none of these grow in water itself, but flourish on the edge. There were several tall willow-poles. Bevis put down his bow and arrows, took off his jacket (the pockets of which were stuffed full of things), took hold of a pole, and climbed up. Mark did the same with another. The poles were not large enough to bear their weight very high; they got up about six or eight feet.

"There's Sindbad's Island," said Mark, pointing to the right. Far away, beyond the sedges and the reeds, there was a broad strip of clear water, and across it the island of Serendib. "If we only had a canoe."

"Perhaps we could make one," said Bevis. "They make them sometimes of willow--and from oak, only we have nothing to cover the framework; sometimes they weave the rushes so close as to keep out water--"

"I can plait rushes," said Mark; "I can plait eight; but they would not keep out water. What's over the hedge?"

They looked that way; they could see over the thick, close hawthorn, but behind it there rose tall ash-poles, which shut out the view completely.

"It is a thick double-mound," said Bevis. "There's ash in the middle; like that in our field, you know."

In front they could see nothing but the same endless reed-gra.s.s, except that there were more bushes and willows interspersed among it, showing that there must be numerous banks. Tired of holding on to the poles, which had no boughs of size enough to rest on, they let themselves gradually slide down. As they descended Mark spied a dove's nest in one of the hawthorn bushes; tired as he was he climbed up the pole again, and looked into it from a higher level. There was an egg in it; he had half a mind to take it, but remembered that it would be awkward to carry.

"We shall never get home," he said, after he had told Bevis of the nest.

"Pooh," said Bevis. "Here's something for you to drink." He had found a great teazle plant, whose leaves formed cups round the stem. In four of these cups there was a little darkish water, which had been there since the last shower. Mark eagerly sipped from the one which had the most, though it was full of drowned gnats; it moistened his lips, but he spluttered most of it out again. It was not only unpleasant to the taste but warm.

"I hate Africa," he shouted; "I _hate_ it."

"So do I," said Bevis; "but we've got to get through it somehow." He started again; Mark followed sullenly, and Pan came behind Mark. Thus the spaniel, stepping in the track they made, had the least difficulty of either. Pan's tail drooped, he was very hungry and very thirsty, and he knew it was about the time the dishes were rattling in the kitchen at home.

"Listen," said Mark presently, putting his hand on Bevis's shoulder, and stopping him.

Bevis listened. "I can't hear anything," he said, "except the midsummer hum."

The hum was loud in the air above them, almost shrill, but there was not another sound. Now Mark had called attention to it the noonday silence in that wild deserted place was strange.

"Where are all the things?" said Mark, looking round. "All the birds have gone."

Certainly they could hear none, even the brook-sparrows in the sedges by the New Sea were quiet. There was nothing in sight alive but a few swifts at an immense height above them. Neither wood-pigeon, nor dove, nor thrush called; not even a yellow-hammer.

"I know," whispered Bevis. "I know--they are afraid."

"Afraid?"