The Maroon Part 21

The trees hindered him from seeing the sun--now low down. But even if a view of the golden orb had been afforded him, it would have served no purpose: since, on riding out to Mount Welcome, he had taken no note of the relative directions between it and the Bay.

He was not much disconcerted by the discovery that he had lost himself.

The reflection that in Montego Bay he would be no better off, hindered him from greatly regretting the circ.u.mstance. He had not the means to command the shelter of a roof--even in the midst of a whole city full-- and the chances were he might find none better than that which was above him at the moment--the spreading fronds of a gigantic cotton-tree.

At the time that this reflection crossed his mind, the sun had gone quite down: for the cotton-tree stood upon the edge of an opening where he could see the sky above him; and he perceived that it was already tinged with the purple of twilight. To find his way in the darkness would be no longer possible, and he resolved for that night to accept the hospitality of the _ceiba_.

It had even spread a couch for him: for the seed capsules had burst upon its branches; and the pale-brown staple thickly covered the ground beneath--offering a couch that, under the canopy of a West Indian summer sky, was sufficiently luxuriant.

Was there a supper as well? Herbert looked around--he was hungry. Not a morsel had he eaten since breakfast--only a piece of mess-pork and a brown wormy biscuit, on parting from the ship. Hunger had already made itself felt. During his wanderings, having his gun with him, he had looked out for game. Had any appeared, he was too good a sportsman to have let it escape. But none had shown itself--neither beast nor bird.

The woods seemed deserted as himself. He could hear the voices of birds--all strange to his ear--he could see bright-winged creatures fluttering amongst the leaves; but none near enough for the range of his fowling-piece.

Now that he had come to a halt, and having nothing better to do, he took his stand, watching the open glade. Perhaps some bird might yet show itself pa.s.sing from tree to tree, or flying about in pursuit of prey.

It was the hour for owls. He felt hungry enough to eat one.

Neither owl nor night-jar came in sight; but his attention was attracted to an object edible as either, and which promised to relieve him from the pangs he was suffering.

Close by the cotton-tree stood another giant of the forest--rivalling the former in height, but differing from it as an arrow from its bow.

Straight as a lance, it rose to the height of an hundred feet. It was branchless as a column of polished malachite or marble--up to its high summit, where its long green fronds, radiating outward, drooped gracefully over, like a circlet of reflexed ostrich plumes.

A child could have told it to be a palm; but Herbert knew more. He had heard of the n.o.ble "mountain-cabbage" of Jamaica--the kingly _areca oredoxia_. He knew that in the centre of that circlet of far-stretching fronds--in that crown--there was a jewel that had often proved more precious than gems or gold: for often had it been the means of saving human life.

How was this jewel to be obtained? Like all crowns, it was placed high--far above the reach of ordinary mortals. Young and active though he was, and a climber at school, he could never "swarm up" that tall, smooth shaft. Without a ladder a hundred feet in length, it would not be possible to reach its summit.

But, see! the palm-tree stands not alone. A great black lliana stretches tortuously from the earth up to the crown, where its head is buried among the tufted leaves, as if it were some huge dragon in the act of devouring its victim.

Herbert stood for a moment reconnoitring the grand stay-cable, that, trailing from the summit of the palm, offered, as it were, a natural ladder for ascending it. Hunger stimulated him to the attempt; and, resting his gun against the trunk of the _ceiba_, he commenced climbing upward.

Without much difficulty, he succeeded in reaching the top, and making his way among the huge _pinnae_ of the leaves--each in itself a leaf of many feet in length. He arrived at the youngest of them all--that still enfolded in the envelope of the bud--and which was the object for which he had climbed.

With his knife he separated this summit leaf from the stem, flung it to the earth; and then, descending to the bottom of the tree, made his supper upon the raw but sweet and succulent shoots of the mountain-cabbage.

Supper over, he collected a quant.i.ty of the strewn fleece of the silk-cotton; and, placing it between two of the great b.u.t.tress-like root-spurs of the tree, constructed for himself a couch on which, but for some hard thoughts within, he might have slept as softly and soundly as upon a bed of eider.

Volume One, Chapter XXIII.

THE TREE FOUNTAIN.

That he did not sleep soundly may be attributed solely to his anxieties about the morrow: for the night was mild throughout, and the composition of his improvised couch kept him sufficiently warm. His cares, however, had rendered his spirit restless. They were vivid enough to act even upon his dreams--which several times during the night awoke him, and again, finally, just after the break of day.

This time, on opening his eyes, he perceived that the glade was filled with soft blue light; and the quivering fronds of the cabbage-palm--just visible from where he lay--had caught the first trembling rays of the sun.

Only there, and among the summit-branches of the _ceiba_, far overtopping the _spray_ of the surrounding forest, was the sun yet visible. Everything else was tinted with the blue grey of the morning twilight.

He could sleep no longer; and rose from his forest lair, intending to make an immediate departure from the spot.

He had no toilet to trouble him--nothing to do, further than brush off the silken floss of the tree-cotton, shoulder his gun, and go.

He felt hunger, even more than on the preceding night; and, although the raw mountain-cabbage offered no very tempting _dejeuner_, he determined before starting, to make another meal upon it--remembering, and very wisely acting upon, the adage of "a bird in the hand."

There was plenty left from the supper to serve him for breakfast; and, once more making a vigorous onslaught on the _chou de palmiste_, he succeeded in appeasing his hunger.

But another appet.i.te, far more unpleasant to bear, now a.s.sailed him. In truth, it had a.s.sailed him long before, but had been gradually growing stronger; until it was now almost unendurable.

It was the kindred appet.i.te, thirst; which the cabbage-palm, instead of relieving, had, from a certain acridity in its juice, only sharpened-- till the pain amounted almost to torture.

The sufferer would have struck off into the woods in search of water.

He had seen none in his wanderings; still he had hopes of being able to find the river. He would have started at once, but for an idea he had conceived that there was water near the spot where he had slept.

Where? He had observed neither stream nor spring, pond nor river; and yet he fancied he had seen water--in fact, he felt sure of it!

In a very singular situation he had seen it--so thought he at the time-- since it was over his head in the cotton-tree!

On the previous evening, while upon the crown of the cabbage-palm, he had glanced slantingly across, among the branches of the _ceiba_. This, as with all great trees in the tropical forests, was loaded with parasites--_vriesias_, long ragged-looking cacti, bromelias, epiphytical orchids, and the like. _Tillandsias_ too, of the kind known as "wild pines," grew in the forks, or on the upper surface of the great limbs, flourishing as luxuriantly as if their roots rested in the richest soil.

Among them was conspicuous the most magnificent of the genus, the n.o.ble _Tillandsia lingulata_, with its spike of gorgeous crimson flowers projecting from the midst of its broad sheathing leaves. It was in the concavities of these huge leaves that Herbert had observed something which did not belong to the plant--something he believed to be _water_.

It would cost but a few seconds' time to confirm or refute this belief-- a climb among the branches of the _ceiba_. Another huge parasite, from the same root as the former, trended tortuously up to the limbs of the silk-cotton-tree--here and there touching and twisting around them. Its diagonal direction rendered it easy of ascent; and Herbert, impelled by his desire to drink, commenced climbing it.

Ere long, he had succeeded in reaching a main fork of the _ceiba_, where nestled one of the largest of the wild pines.

He had not been deceived. In a hollow formed by one of its huge ventricose leaves was the natural reservoir he had noticed--the gathering of dew and rain, which the rays of the sun could never reach.

At his approach, the green _hyla_ sprang out from this aerial pool; and leaping, frog-like, from leaf to leaf--guarded against falling by the clammy sponge-disks of its feet--soon disappeared amid the foliage. It was this singular creature whose voice Herbert had been hearing throughout the livelong night; and which, in constant chorus with others of its kind, had recalled to his memory the groaning and working of the _Sea Nymph_ in a storm.

The presence of the tree-toad in this its natural haunt, did not deter the young man from drinking. Raging thirst has no scruples; and, bending over one of the leaves of the _tillandsia_, he placed his lips to the cool water, and freely quaffed it.

The labour of scrambling up the _lliana_ had taken away his breath, and to some extent fatigued him. Instead, therefore, of descending at once--which he knew would cost him an effort equal to that of the ascent--he determined to rest for a few minutes upon the large limb of the _ceiba_ on which he had seated himself.

"Well!" muttered he, in satisfied soliloquy, "if the people of this island have proved inhospitable, I can't say the same of its trees.

Here are two of them--almost the first I have encountered. They have yielded me the three necessaries of life--meat, drink, and lodging-- lodging, too, with an excellent bed, a thing not so common in many a human hostelry. What more is wanted? Under such a sky as this, who need care to have walls around, or a roof over him? Verily, to sleep here, _sub Jove_, is rather a luxury than an inconvenience! And, verily," continued he, "were it not that I should feel rather lonely, and that man is designed to be a social animal, I might pa.s.s my whole life in these glorious woods, without work or care of any kind. No doubt there is game; and I was told at home there are no game laws--so I might poach at pleasure. Ha! game? What do I see? A deer? No! a hog!

Yes, hog it is; but such a singular fellow--p.r.i.c.k ears, red bristles, long legs, and tusks. A boar! and why not a wild boar?"

There was no reason why it should not be, since it _was_ one--a wild boar of the Jamaica forest--a true descendant of the Canarian hog, transported thither by the Spaniards.

The young Englishman, never having seen a wild boar in its native haunts, put the question conjecturally; but a moment's observation of the animal convinced him that his conjecture was correct. The short upright ears, the long head, hams, and legs, the s.h.a.ggy neck and frontlet, the foxy red colour, the quick short step as it moved onward-- all these _points_, combined with a certain savage air which Herbert noticed at a glance, satisfied him that the animal under his eyes was not one of the domestic breed, but a genuine wild hog of the woods. The grunt, too, which the creature uttered as it moved across the glade-- short, sharp and fierce--had but slight resemblance to the squeaking sounds of the farm-yard. A wild boar beyond a doubt!

On perceiving this n.o.ble head of game, and so near him, Herbert's first reflection was one of extreme regret. How unlucky that he should be up in the tree, with his gun upon the ground!

It was very tantalising; but the young man saw it would be impossible to get possession of his gun without giving the alarm. To attempt descending from the tree, or even make a movement upon the branch, would be sufficient to send the boar scampering from the spot: of course never to be seen more.

Conscious of this, Herbert preferred remaining upon his perch--the silent spectator of a scene of wild Nature, to which chance had so oddly introduced him.

Volume One, Chapter XXIV.

THE HOG-HUNTER.

The boar had stopped over the _debris_ of Herbert's breakfast--some fragments of the mountain-cabbage which had been left upon the ground.

Switching his feathered tail, and uttering a short grunt, expressive of satisfaction, the animal proceeded to snap up the scattered pieces, crunching them between his formidable grinders.