CHAPTER SIXTEEN.
HOW JIMMY WAS TAKEN VERY BAD INDEED.
This sudden supply of food necessitated our making camp where we were,and cutting the meat up into strips to dry, while, apparently on theprinciple of making their hay while the sun shone, the blacks lit a fireand had a tremendous feast, both Jack Penny and I laughing heartily tosee the solemn face of Jimmy as he devoted himself to the task ofstoring up an abundance of food, ready for emergencies.
At our table, as the doctor called it, we contented ourselves with theturkey-like bird, which was delicious, but we tasted the wild pig, apiece of which, fairly well roasted, was brought to us in the mostsolicitous manner by Ti-hi, who smiled contentedly as he saw us begin topartake thereof.
We set it aside, though, as soon as the black had gone, for the doctorpronounced it strong and musky, and Jack Penny behaved very rudely,according to the ordinary etiquette of the dinner table, and exclaimed:
"Oh, law!"
It was a glorious sunset, and the place where we were encamped, as westyled it, was once more beneath a huge tree. For a time I waslistening to the birds' screams and cries from the forest, and then allat once they ceased, and a long-drawn howl, which recalled the horrorsof our night-watch, arose from a distance. Then the sun sank, anddarkness began to come on very quickly. First the sky paled and a staror two began to twinkle, then all above us was of a deep intense purple,studded and encrusted with points of dazzling light, and, like thedoctor, tired out with loss of rest, I began to yawn.
For our evenings were not devoted to amusements. Our day only had twodivisions, that for work and that for rest. As soon as the arduous toilof the day was over, and we had partaken of food, we were ready forsleep; so this time Jack Penny was set to watch with Ti-hi and Gyp, andwe lay down on a bough-made bed.
One moment I was lying on my back gazing up at the stars, and firstthinking of my mother and how anxious she must be as to how I wasgetting on; then wondering where my father was likely to be, and whetherwe were going to work in the best way to find him; the next moment I wasdreaming that Gyp had run after and caught a wild man of the woods bythe tail, and had dragged him into camp, howling dismally.
It did not fit into my dream that wild men of the woods were not likelyto be possessed of tails for Gyp to tug, and if they were, that theywould have striven to crush the dog by one blow of the hand; my dreamarranged itself, and the howling was continued as I started up, allwakefulness, and saw a dark figure bending over me and looking colossalas seen against the ruddy light of the fire.
"Is that you, doctor?" I said.
"Yes, Joe; wake up. I want you."
"What's the matter--has that horrible thing come again?"
"No," he said; "the black is very bad."
"What! old Jimmy?" I cried.
"Yes. That is he howling."
I jumped up with a curious sensation of suffocation at my chest, for,startled from a deep sleep into wakefulness, it occurred to me thatsomething dreadful was going to happen, and that we were to lose thetrue-hearted, merry, boyish companion of so many years. Like a flashthere seemed to come back to me the memory of dozens of expeditions inwhich he had been my faithful comrade, and this was like a death-blow toour hopes, for, in spite of his obstinacy and arrogance, Jimmy wouldhave laid down his life to serve me.
"Let us go to him, doctor," I said. "Make haste!"
Our way to the black lay past the camp fire, where Jack Penny wassitting with Ti-hi, and the former spoke excitedly as we drew near:
"I say, doctor, do make haste and give him a dose of something to do himgood, or else put him out of his misery."
"Jack!" I said in disgust.
"Well, he's awful bad, you know, and he ought to have something. Mindhow you go to him. I went just now and he began hitting at my legs withhis waddy, and then he poked at Gyp with his spear for going up to smellhim."
"He won't hurt me," I said sadly; and as another doleful cry came fromamong the bushes, I led the way to where the poor fellow lay, horriblyswollen and writhing in agony.
Two of the blacks were watching him, and from what we could make out itseemed that Jimmy had alarmed them by his restlessness, and that theyhad fetched him back when he ran some distance and fell, and laid himwhere he now was, in too much agony to stir.
"What is the matter with him, doctor?" I said excitedly, as I went downon one knee and took the poor fellow's hand, which he graspedconvulsively, and laid flat directly upon his chest--at least that is tosay, nearly.
"I hardly know yet, my lad," said the doctor. "Perhaps he has eatensome poisonous berry. You know how he tastes every wild fruit we pass."
"And will it--will it--"
I could say no more, for something seemed to choke my voice, and Ilooked up imploringly in the doctor's eyes.
"Oh! no, Joe, my lad," he said kindly, "not so bad as that."
"Jimmy bad as that--Jimmy bad as that," moaned the poor fellow; and asjust then Jack Penny threw some light twigs upon the fire, the blazeshowed me the swollen and distorted countenance of my poor companion,and a strange chill of apprehension came over me.
We watched by him all night, but he grew worse towards morning, and atlast he lay apparently stupefied, free from pain, but as if the berry,or whatever it was that he had swallowed, had rendered him insensible.
Of course, continuing our journey was out of the question, so all wecould do was to make the rough brushwood pallet of the sufferer morecomfortable by spreading over it a blanket, and I did little else butwatch by it all the day.
I felt hurt two or three times by the rough, unfeeling manner in whichthe doctor behaved towards the black, and I could not help thinking thatif Jimmy had been a white man the treatment would have been different.
This worried me a good deal, for it seemed so different to the doctor'scustomary way; but I took comfort from the fact that poor Jimmy was asinsensible to pain as he was to kindness, and in this state of misery Ihardly left him all day.
Towards evening the doctor, who had spent the time overhauling andcleaning our guns and pistols, came to me and insisted upon my going toJack Penny, who had just got a good meal ready.
"But I am not a bit hungry, doctor," I cried.
"Then go and eat against you are," he said. "Lay in a moderate store,and don't," he added meaningly, "don't eat more than is good for you."
I looked at him wonderingly, and got up without a word, feeling morehurt and annoyed with him than ever, and the more so as he looked at mewith a peculiar smile as he twisted a stout cane about in his hands.
"How's Jimmy?" said Jack Penny.
"Dying," I said sadly, as I took my seat before him.
"Oh! I say, not so bad as that, Joe Carstairs! It takes a lot to killa fellow like Jimmy. He'll come all right again. Here, set to and havea good feed. You must want it awfully."
"I can't eat," I said bitterly. "I liked poor old Jimmy. A betterfellow never breathed. He saved your life yesterday."
"Ah! that he did," said Jack; "and it's all right. The doctor says--Hullo! what's that?"
I started to my feet, for a horrible scream rang through the woods fromthe direction where poor Jimmy lay; and a pang shot through me as I feltthat it was a new throe being suffered by my poor black comrade--comradesoon to be no more.
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