savage feasts and ornaments—martin grows desperate, and makes a bold attempt to escape.
hunting and feasting were the chief occupations of the men of the tribe, with whom martin sojourned. one day martin was told that a great feast was to take place, and he was permitted to attend. accordingly, a little before the appointed time he hastened to the large hut, in and around which the festivities were to take place, in order to witness the preparations.
the first thing that struck him was that there seemed to be no preparations making for eating; and on inquiry he was told that they did not meet to eat, they met to drink and dance,—those who were hungry might eat at home. the preparations for drinking were made on an extensive scale by the women, a number of whom stood round a large caldron, preparing its contents for use. these women wore very little clothing, and their bodies, besides being painted in a fantastic style, were also decorated with flowers and feathers. martin could not help feeling that, however absurd the idea of painting the body was, it had at least the good effect of doing away to some extent with the idea of nakedness; for the curious patterns and devices gave to the indians the appearance of being clothed in tights,—and, at any rate, he argued mentally, paint was better than nothing. some of the flowers were artificially constructed out of beetles’ wings, shells, fish-scales, and feathers, and were exquisitely beautiful, as well as gorgeous.
one of the younger women struck martin as being ultra-fashionable in her paint. her black shining hair hung like a cloak over her reddish-brown shoulders, and various strange drawings and figures ornamented her face and breast. on each cheek she had a circle, and over that two strokes; under the nose were four red spots; from the corners of her mouth to the middle of each cheek were two parallel lines, and below these several upright stripes; on various parts of her back and shoulders were curiously entwined circles, and the form of a snake was depicted in vermilion down each arm. unlike the others, she wore no ornament except a simple necklace of monkeys’ teeth. this beauty was particularly active in manufacturing the intoxicating drink, which is prepared thus:—
a quantity of maize was pounded in the hollow trunk of a tree, and put into an earthen pot, where it was boiled in a large quantity of water. then the women took the coarsely ground and boiled flour out of the water, chewed it in their mouths for a little, and put it into the pot again! by this means the decoction began to ferment and became intoxicating. it was a very disgusting method, yet it is practised by many indian tribes in america; and, strange to say, also by some of the south sea islanders, who, of course, could not have learned it from these indians.
when this beverage was ready, the chief, a tall, broad-shouldered man, whose painted costume and ornaments were most elaborate, stepped up to the pot and began a strange series of incantations, which he accompanied by rattling a small wooden instrument in his hand; staring all the time at the earthen pot, as if he half expected it to run away; and dancing slowly round it as if to prevent such a catastrophe from taking place. the oftener the song was repeated the more solemn and earnest became the expression of his face and the tones of his voice. the rest of the indians, who were assembled to the number of several hundreds, stood motionless round the pot, staring at him intently without speaking, and only now and then, when the voice and actions of the chief became much excited, they gave vent to a sympathetic howl.
after this had gone on for some time, the chief seized a drinking-cup, or cuja, which he gravely dipped into the pot and took a sip. then the shaking of the rattle and the monotonous song began again. the chief next took a good pull at the cup and emptied it; after which he presented it to his companions, who helped themselves at pleasure; and the dance and monotonous music became more furious and noisy the longer the cup went round.
when the cup had circulated pretty freely among them, their dances and music became more lively; but they were by no means attractive. after he had watched them a short time, martin left the festive scene with a feeling of pity for the poor savages; and as he thought upon their low and debased condition he recalled to mind the remark of his old friend the hermit,—“they want the bible in brazil.”
during his frequent rambles in the neighbourhood of the indian village, martin discovered many beautiful and retired spots, to which he was in the habit of going in the evenings after his daily labours were accomplished, accompanied, as usual, at a respectful distance, by his vigilant friend the tall savage. one of his favourite resting-places was at the foot of a banana-tree, which grew on the brow of a stupendous cliff, about a mile distant from the hut, in which he dwelt. from this spot he had a commanding view of the noble valley and the distant mountains. these mountains now seemed to the poor boy to be the ponderous gates of his beautiful prison; for he had been told by one of his indian friends that on the other side of them were great campos and forests, beyond which dwelt many portuguese, while still further on was a great lake without shores, which was the end of the world. this, martin was convinced, must be the atlantic ocean; for, upon inquiry, he found that many months of travel must be undergone ere it could be reached. moreover, he knew that it could not be the pacific, because the sun rose in that direction.
sauntering away to his favourite cliff, one fine evening towards sunset he seated himself beneath the banana-tree and gazed longingly at the distant mountains, whose sharp summits glittered in the ruddy glow. he had long racked his brain in order to devise some method of escape, but hitherto without success. wherever he went the “shadow” followed him, armed with the deadly blow-pipe; and he knew that even if he did succeed in eluding his vigilance and escaping into the woods, hundreds of savages would turn out and track him, with unerring certainty, to any hiding place. still the strength of his stern determination sustained him; and, at each failure in his efforts to devise some means of effecting his purpose, he threw off regret with a deep sigh, and returned to his labour with a firmer step, assured that he should eventually succeed.
as he sat there on the edge of the precipice, he said, half aloud, “what prevents me from darting suddenly on that fellow and knocking him down?”
this was a question that might have been easily answered. no doubt he was physically capable of coping with the man, for he had now been upwards of a year in the wilderness, and was in his sixteenth year, besides being unusually tall and robust for his age. indeed he looked more like a full-grown man than a stripling; for hard, incessant toil, had developed his muscles and enlarged his frame, and his stirring life, combined latterly with anxiety, had stamped a few of the lines of manhood on his sunburnt countenance. but, although he could have easily overcome the indian, he knew that he would be instantly missed; and, from what he had seen of the powers of the savages in tracking wild animals to their dens in the mountains, he felt that he could not possibly elude them except by stratagem.
perplexed and wearied with unavailing thought and anxiety, martin pressed his hands to his forehead and gazed down the perpendicular cliff, which was elevated fully a hundred feet above the plain below. suddenly he started and clasped his hands upon his eyes, as if to shut out some terrible object from his sight. then, creeping cautiously towards the edge of the cliff, he gazed down, while an expression of stern resolution settled upon his pale face.
and well might martin’s cheek blanch, for he had hit upon a plan of escape which, to be successful, required that he should twice turn a bold, unflinching face on death. the precipice, as before mentioned, was fully a hundred feet high, and quite perpendicular. at the foot of it there flowed a deep and pretty wide stream, which, just under the spot where martin stood, collected in a deep black pool, where it rested for a moment ere it rushed on its rapid course down the valley. over the cliff and into that pool martin made up his mind to plunge, and so give the impression that he had fallen over and been drowned. the risk he ran in taking such a tremendous leap was very great indeed, but that was only half the danger he must encounter.
the river was one of a remarkable kind, of which there are one or two instances in south america. it flowed down the valley between high rocks, and, a few hundred yards below the pool, it ran straight against the face of a precipice and there terminated to all appearance; but a gurgling vortex in the deep water at the base of the cliff, and the disappearance of everything that entered it, showed that the stream found a subterranean passage. there was no sign of its re-appearance, however, in all the country round. in short the river was lost in the bowels of the earth.
from the pool to the cliff where the river was engulfed the water ran like a mill-race, and there was no spot on either bank where any one could land, or even grasp with his hand, except one. it was a narrow, sharp rock, that jutted out about two feet from the bank, quite close to the vortex of the whirlpool. this rock was martin’s only hope. to miss it would be certain destruction. but if he should gain a footing on it he knew that he could climb by a narrow fissure into a wild, cavernous spot, which it was exceedingly difficult to reach from any other point. a bend in the river concealed this rock and the vortex from the place whereon he stood, so that he hoped to be able to reach the point of escape before the savage could descend the slope and gain the summit of the cliff from whence it could be seen.
of all this martin was well aware, for he had been often at the place before, and knew every inch of the ground. his chief difficulty would be to leap over the precipice in such a manner as to cause the indian to believe he had fallen over accidentally. if he could accomplish this, then he felt assured the savages would suppose he had been drowned, and so make no search for him at all. fortunately the ground favoured this. about five feet below the edge of the precipice there was a projecting ledge of rock nearly four feet broad and covered with shrubs. upon this it was necessary to allow himself to fall. the expedient was a desperate one, and he grew sick at heart as he glanced down the awful cliff, which seemed to him three times higher than it really was, as all heights do when seen from above.
glancing round, he observed his savage guardian gazing contemplatively at the distant prospect. martin’s heart beat audibly as he rose and walked with an affectation of carelessness to the edge of the cliff. as he gazed down, a feeling of horror seized him; he gasped for breath, and almost fainted. then the idea of perpetual slavery flashed across his mind, and the thought of freedom and home nerved him. he clenched his hands, staggered convulsively forward and fell, with a loud and genuine shriek of terror, upon the shrubs that covered the rocky ledge. instantly he arose, ground his teeth together, raised his eyes for one moment to heaven, and sprang into the air. for one instant he swept through empty space; the next he was deep down in the waters of the dark pool, and when the horrified indian reached the edge of the precipice, he beheld his prisoner struggling on the surface for a moment, ere he was swept by the rapid stream round the point and out of view.
bounding down the slope, the savage sped like a hunted antelope across the intervening space between the two cliffs, and quickly gained the brow of the lower precipice, which he reached just in time to see martin rattler’s straw-hat dance for a moment on the troubled waters of the vortex and disappear in the awful abyss. but martin saw it too, from the cleft in the frowning rock.
on reaching the surface after his leap he dashed the water from his eyes, and looked with intense earnestness in the direction of the projecting rock towards which he was hurried. down he came upon it with such speed that he felt no power of man could resist. but there was a small eddy just below it, into which he was whirled as he stretched forth his hands and clutched the rock with the energy of despair. he was instantly torn away. but another small point projected two feet below it. this he seized. the water swung his feet to and fro as it gushed into the vortex, but the eddy saved him. in a moment his breast was on the rock, then his foot, and he sprang into the sheltering cleft just a moment before the indian came in view of the scene of his supposed death.
martin flung himself with his face to the ground, and thought rather than uttered a heartfelt thanksgiving for his deliverance. the savage carried the news of his death to his friends in the indian village, and recounted with deep solemnity the particulars of his awful fate to crowds of wondering,—in many cases sorrowing,—listeners; and for many a day after that the poor savages were wont to visit the terrible cliff and gaze with awe on the mysterious vortex that had swallowed up, as they believed, the fair-haired boy.
