a warlike expedition and a victory.
it was excessively dark that night when we set forth on our expedition.
the scout from whom we had already ascertained so much about the intended movements of the enemy also told us that they meant to set out at a little before midnight and march on the village by a certain route. indeed, it was very unlikely that they would approach by any other, as the jungle elsewhere was so thick as to render marching, especially at night, very difficult.
jack therefore resolved to place the greater proportion of his troops in ambush at the mouth of a small gully or dell a few miles from the enemy’s camp, where they were almost certain to pass. but with a degree of caution that i thought highly creditable in so young and inexperienced a general, he sent out a considerable number of the most trustworthy men in advance, with instructions to proceed with the stealth of leopards, and to bring back instant information of any change of route on the part of the foe.
the troops placed in ambush at the dell above referred to were peterkin’s hundred musketeers, supported by jack’s spear and bow men. i was ordered to advance by a circuitous route on the camp itself with my fifty musketeers, followed by my small company of spearmen. my instructions were, to conceal my men as near to the camp as possible, and there await the first discharge of firearms from the dell, when i was to rise, advance upon the camp, utter a terrific shout when within fifty yards, rush forward to within twenty-five yards, halt, pour in one withering volley of blank cartridge, and charge without giving my men time to load.
of course i could not speak to my men; but this was a matter of little consequence, as they were now well acquainted with our three words of command, “forward,” “halt,” and “fire,” and fully understood that they must under all circumstances follow their leader. i knew well enough that there must be no little danger in this arrangement, because the leader would necessarily be always in front of the muzzles of the loaded guns. but there was no help for it, so i resolved to act upon my usual principle—namely, that when a thing is inevitable, the best thing to do is to treat it as being unavoidable.
having conducted my men stealthily and successfully to the vicinity of the enemy’s camp, though with some difficulty, owing to the almost impenetrable nature of the jungle through which we had to pass in making the détour necessary to avoid falling in with the attacking force, we proceeded to advance to within as short a distance of it as possible without running the risk of being discovered. this was not difficult, for the men left to guard the camp, supposing, no doubt, that their presence in that part of the country was not suspected, had taken no precautions in the way of placing sentries; so we quickly arrived at the foot of a small mound about sixty yards or so from the encampment. at the foot of this mound i caused my men to lie down, giving them to understand, by signs, that they were on no account to move until i should return. then i crept alone to the brow of the mound, and obtained a clear view of the camp.
the men who should have guarded it were, i found, busily employed in cooking their supper. there were, perhaps, upwards of a hundred of them. to my great satisfaction, i observed the captives sitting near to the fire; and although at so considerable a distance from them, i felt certain that i recognised the figures of mbango and okandaga. hastening back to my men, i endeavoured to give them as much information as possible by means of signs, and then lay down beside them to await the signal from jack’s party.
although the attack of both our parties was to be simultaneous, the first shot was to be fired by our troops in the dell. i will therefore describe their part of the engagement first. jack described it to me minutely after all was over.
on reaching the dell jack disposed his forces so as to command the only approach to it. the hundred musketeers he placed in a double row directly across the deepest and darkest part. the spearmen he divided into two bodies, which he posted on the flanks of the musketeers among the bushes. he then showed the rear rank of the latter how to point their pieces over the shoulders of the men in the front rank at a given signal, but carefully reiterated the order not to touch a trigger until the word “fire” should be given.
“now, peterkin,” said jack, when these dispositions had been made, “it is time for you to get ready. makarooroo and i can manage these fellows, so you have my permission to go and play your own independent part. only let me warn you to remember your last exploit in this way, and see that you don’t do yourself a damage.”
“thanks, noble general, for the permission,” answered peterkin, “of which i shall avail myself. in reference to your advice, i may remark that it is exceedingly valuable—so much so, indeed, that i would advise you not to part with it until asked for.”
with that peterkin ran into the jungle, and was soon lost to view.
on gaining a sufficient distance from the men, he took off the greater part of his clothes, and wound round his person several pieces of light-coloured cotton that he chanced to have with him, and some pieces of old newspaper. then he decked his head with leaves and ragged branches, as he had done before in the haunted cave, making himself, in short, as wild and fantastic a looking creature as possible—the only difference between his getting-up on this and the former occasion being that he was white instead of black. for he wisely judged that a white demon must naturally appear infinitely more appalling and horrible to a negro than one of his own colour.
the two cones of moistened powder, however, which he had prepared for this occasion, were very much larger than the former, and had been fitted into two wooden handles, or cups, for safety. with these in his hands, he crept to the top of a steep, sloping mound or hill near the entrance to the dell, and considerably in advance of the troops. here he sat down to await the approach of the enemy.
there is something very eerie and awe-inspiring in a solitary night-watch, especially if it be kept in a wild, lonesome place. peterkin afterwards told me that, while sitting that night on the top of the mound, looking out upon a plain, over which the enemy were expected to approach, on the one hand, and down into the dark dell where our troops were posted, on the other hand, his heart more than once misgave him; and he could not help asking himself the questions, “what if our plans miscarry? what if our united volley and cheer, and my demoniac display, should fail to intimidate the negroes?” such questions he did not like to dwell upon, for he knew that in the event of failure a regular pitched battle would be fought, and much blood would certainly flow.
while indulging in such thoughts, he observed a dark form glide past the foot of the mound on which he lay, and vanish in the obscurity of the dell, which was so surrounded by crags and rocky places covered with underwood that no light could penetrate into it. at first he was startled, and thought of giving the alarm to his comrades; but on second thoughts he concluded the person must have been one of his own scouts returned with news; at all events, he felt that one man could do no harm worth speaking of to so large a party.
presently he observed a large band of men coming over the plain towards the entrance of the dell. these, he felt assured, must be the enemy; and he was right. they came on in a large, compact body, and were well-armed; yet, from the quick and unguarded manner of their approach, he could perceive that they suspected no ambush.
they entered the dell in a confused though solid and silent body; and peterkin could observe, by the dim light, that they were led by one man, who walked in advance, whom he rightly judged to be the portuguese slave-dealer.
the time for action had now come. he examined the points of his powder-cones, to ascertain that they were dry, then held a match in readiness, and listened intently to the footsteps of the foe.
i have already explained that jack had drawn his musketeers across the dell, and placed the spearmen in the jungle on both flanks. they were arranged in such a way as to form three sides of a square, into which the unsuspecting enemy now marched. jack allowed them to approach to within thirty paces of his musketeers, and then gave, in a loud, deep, sonorous tone, the word—“hip! hip! hip!”
the compound cheer and yell that instantly followed the last hip was so tremendous, coming, as it did, from all sides except the rear, that the enemy were absolutely paralysed. they stood rooted to the earth, as motionless as if they had been transformed into stone.
jack raised his hand, in which he held a bunch of white grass that could be distinctly seen in the dark.
every muzzle was pointed on the instant, but not a sound was heard save the click of a hundred locks.
the sound was familiar to the enemy, although never before heard at one moment in such numbers. they started; but before a step could be taken, the word “fire” was given.
instantly a sheet of flame swept across the entire dell, and the united crash of a hundred guns seemed to rend the very earth. the surrounding cliffs reverberated and multiplied the horrid din, while, led by jack, cheer followed cheer, or rather howls and yells filled the air, and kept awake the echoes of the place.
the enemy turned and fled, and the shrieks to which they gave utterance as they ran betokened the extremity of their terror. it wanted but one touch to complete their consternation, and that touch was given when peterkin, lighting his powder-cones, showed himself on the mound, dancing in a blaze of fire, and shrieking furiously as the horrified tide of men swept by.
in the midst of his wild orgies, peterkin acted an impromptu and unintentional part by tripping over the brow of the hill, and rolling down the steep declivity like a fire-wheel into the very midst of the flying crew. jumping hastily up, he charged through the ranks of the foe, flung the two hissing cones high into the air, and darting into the jungle, hid himself effectually from view.
meanwhile jack still held the bunch of white straw aloft. every eye was fixed on it, but not a man moved, because it remained stationary. this absence of pursuit in the midst of such appalling sights and sounds must, undoubtedly, have added to the mystery and therefore to the terrors of the scene.
suddenly the white bunch was seen to dart forward. jack, who now considered the enemy almost beyond the chance of being overtaken, gave the word, “forward!” in the voice of a stentor, following it up with “hip, hip, hurrah!” and the whole host, musketeers and spearmen in a mingled mass, rushed yelling out upon the plain, and gave chase to the foe.
“not so badly done,” said jack, with a quiet laugh, as he laid his hand on peterkin’s shoulder.
“why, jack, how did you find me out?”
“easily enough, when it is considered that i saw you go in. the flame of your wild-fire indicated your movements pretty plainly to me, although terror and amazement no doubt blinded the eyes of every one else. even mak’s teeth began to chatter when he saw you perform that singular descent of the hill, and no wonder. i hope no bones have been broken?”
“no; all right as far as that goes,” replied peterkin within a laugh; “but i’ve lost a good deal of skin. however, it’ll grow again. i’m glad it’s no worse. but i say, jack, do you think our fellows won’t overtake these rascals?”
“no fear of that. i took care to give them a good start, and if there be any truth in the generally received idea that terror lends wings, i’m pretty sure that each man in the enemy’s ranks must have obtained the loan of several pairs to-night. but have you heard the sound of ralph’s guns?”
“no; the din here was enough to drown anything so distant.”
“well, we must away to him as fast as we can. i expect that poor mak is off before us.”
“but you’ll wait until i put on my clothes?” said peterkin, hasting back towards the place where he had undressed.
“certainly, lad; only look alive.”
soon afterwards they left the place together.
while this was going on at the dell, i, on hearing the first shot, gave the word “forward!” in a low tone. my men instantly rose and followed me, and i could not, even at that anxious moment, help admiring the serpent-like facility with which they glided from bush to bush, without the slightest noise. we descended a hill, crossed a small brook, and approached to within thirty yards of the camp without being discovered.
suddenly i leaped on the top of a hillock, and shouted at the utmost pitch of my voice the single word “halt!”
on hearing it all the men in the camp sprang to their arms, and stood gazing round them with looks of consternation.
my next word was, “fire!”
a firm, tremendous crash burst from among the bushes, and my single person, enveloped in smoke and flame, was, i believe, the only object visible to those in the camp.
“hip, hip, hip, hurrah! forward!” i shouted; and with a ferocious yell we poured like a whirlwind upon the foe.
the same result that had occurred at the dell took place here. the enemy never awaited our charge. they fled instantly, and so great was their terror that they actually threw down their arms, in order to facilitate their flight.
on gaining the camp, however, i found, to my sorrow, that we had done the thing only too vigorously; for we had not only put the enemy to flight, but we had also frightened away those whom we had come to deliver!
at this point in the engagement i came to learn how incompetent i was to command men in cases of emergency, for here my presence of mind utterly forsook me. in my anxiety to capture mbango and his friends i ordered an immediate pursuit. then it occurred to me that, in the event of my men being successful in overtaking the fugitives, they would instantly murder them all, so i tried to call them back; but, alas! they did not understand my words, and they were by this time so excited as to be beyond all restraint. in a few minutes i found myself left alone in the enemy’s camp, and heard the shouts of pursued and pursuers growing gradually fainter and more distant, as they scattered themselves through the jungle.
seating myself by the fire in a state of mind bordering on despair, i buried my face in my hands, and endeavoured to collect myself, and consider what, under the circumstances, should be now done.
