As no answer was forthcoming we proceeded to the edge of the swamp, and looked over it.It was apparently boundless, and vast flocks of every sort of waterfowl came flying from its recesses, till it was sometimes difficult to see the sky.Now that the sun was getting high it drew thin, sickly looking clouds of poisonous vapor from the surface of the marsh and from the scummy pools of stagnant water.
"Two things are clear to me," I said, addressing my three companions, who stared at this spectacle in dismay: "first, that we can't go across there" (Ipointed to the swamp), "and, secondly, that if we stop here we shall certainly die of fever.""That's as clear as a haystack, sir," said Job.
"Very well, then; there are two alternatives before us.One is to 'bout ship, and try and run for some port in the whale-boat, which would be a sufficiently risky proceeding, and the other to sail or row on up the river, and see where we come to.""I don't know what you are going to do," said Leo, setting his mouth, "but I am going up that river."Job turned up the whites of his eyes and groaned, and the Arab murmured "Allah," and groaned also.As for me, I remarked sweetly that as we seemed to be between the devil and the deep sea, it did not much matter where we went.But in reality I was as anxious to proceed as Leo.The colossal negro's head and the stone wharf had excited my curiosity to an extent of which I was secretly ashamed, and I was prepared to gratify it at any cost.Accordingly, having carefully fitted the mast, restowed the boat, and got out our rifles, we embarked.Fortunately the wind was blowing on shore from the ocean, so we were able to hoist the sail.Indeed, we afterwards found out that as a general rule the wind set on shore from daybreak for some hours, and off shore again at sunset, and the explanation that I offer of this is, that when the earth is cooled by the dew and the night the hot air rises, and the draught rushes in from the sea till the sun has once more heated it through.At least that appeared to be the rule here.
Taking advantage of this favoring wind, we sailed merrily up the river for three or four hours.Once we came across a school of hippopotami, which rose, and bellowed dreadfully at us within ten or a dozen fathoms of the boat, much to Job's alarm, and, I will confess, to my own.These were the first hippopotami that we had ever seen, and, to judge by their insatiable curiosity, I should judge that we were the first white men that they had ever seen.Upon my word l once or twice thought that they were coming into the boat to gratify it.Leo wanted to fire at them, but Idissuaded him, fearing the consequences.Also we saw hundreds of crocodiles basking on the muddy banks, and thousands upon thousands of waterfowl.Some of these we shot, and among them was a wild goose, which, in addition to the sharp curved spurs on its wings, had a spur about three quarters of an inch long growing from the skull just between the eyes.We never shot another like it, so I do not know if it was a "sport" or a distinct species.In the latter case this incident may interest naturalists.Job named it the Unicorn Goose.
About midday the sun grew intensely hot, and the stench drawn up by it from the marshes which the river drains was something too awful, and caused us instantly to swallow precautionary doses of quinine.
Shortly afterwards the breeze died away altogether, and, as rowing our heavy boat against stream in the heat was out of the question, we were thankful enough to get under the shade of a group of treesa species of willowthat grew by the edge of the river, and lie there and gasp till at length the approach of sunset put a period to our miseries.Seeing what appeared to be an open space of water straight ahead of us, we determined to row there before settling what to do for the night.Just as we were about to loosen the boat, however, a beautiful water-buck, with great horns curving forward, and a white stripe across the rump, came down to the river to drink, without perceiving us hidden away within fifty yards under the willows.Leo was the first to catch sight of it, and being an ardent sportsman, thirsting for the blood of big game, about which he had been dreaming for months, he instantly stiffened all over, and pointed like a setter dog.Seeing what was the matter, I handed him his express rifle, at the same time taking my own.
"Now then," I whispered, "mind you don't miss.""Miss!" he whispered back, contemptuously; "I could not miss it if I tried."He lifted the rifle, and the roan-colored buck, having drunk his fill, raised his head and looked out across the river.He was standing right against the sunset sky on a little eminence; or ridge of ground, which ran across the swamp, evidently a favorite path for game, and there was something very beautiful about him.Indeed, I do not think that if I live to a hundred I shall ever forget that desolate and yet most fascinating scene; it is stamped upon my memory.To the right and left were wide stretches of lonely, death-breeding swamp, unbroken and unrelieved so far as the eye could reach, except here and there by ponds of black and peaty water that, mirror-like, flashed up the red rays of the setting sun.Behind us and before stretched the vista of the sluggish river, ending in glimpses of a reed-fringed lagoon, on the surface of which the long lights of the evening played as the faint breeze stirred the shadows.To the west loomed the huge red ball of the sinking sun, now vanishing down the vapory horizon, and filling the great heaven, high across whose arch the cranes and wild fowl streamed in line, square, and triangle, with flashes of flying gold and the lurid stain of blood.And then ourselvesthree modern Englishmen in a modern English boatseeming to jar upon and looking out of tone with that measureless desolation; and in front of us the noble buck limned out upon a background of ruddy sky.
_i_ Bang! _i_ Away he goes with a mighty bound.Leo has missed him._i_ Bang! _i_ right under him again.
