Louis Tracy.

The Message





So now it was death, and not life, that was talked of, and Evelyn lived on in dryeyed misery until Fairholme hinted one day that she ought to return home, as the climate was beginning to affect her health.

There were not lacking indications that the merrysouled little peer had quickly reconciled himself to the loss of Mrs. Laing. He was the most popular man in Lagos, and he hardly ever visited Evelyn when he did not assure her that he was havin a giddy time with the dear girls. Yet she knew that he was only waiting until the last hope of Wardens escape from the desert must be abandoned. When that hour came, and she was prepared to take ship for England, Fairholme would ask her to marry him.

The belief became an obsession. To get away from it, to cut herself wholly adrift from painful associations, she offered her help to an American Baptist missionary and his wife who were going up the Benu?. They tried to dissuade her, pointing out the hardships and positive dangers of the undertaking and the humdrum nature of the nursing, teaching, and doctoring that constituted the lot of a medical missionary in West Africa. Finally, they consented, but stipulated that she should give her new career a six months trial.

Fairholme protested, and stormed, and was only prevented from proposing on the spot by Evelyns placid statement that no matter what the future might decide, she should not be happy unless she had visited the littleknown land to which her lover had given the best years of his life.

The reference to Warden effectually sealed his lips. He hastened to the club, asked a man to dine with him, drank the larger part of a bottle of champagne, and mournfully informed his friends that he had never enjoyed a moments real fun since he ceased to be hard up.

So Evelyn said goodby to the hospitable people who entertained her at Lagos, and made the long voyage up the great river that perplexed mankind during so many centuries. Even yet its whole course has not been surveyed, and it has important tributaries that are unknown beyond their confluence with the main stream. But the river steamer followed the established trade route through Old Calabar and Asabao and Idah to Lokoja; thence a steam launch took the small party of Europeans up the Benu? to Ibi, and they completed the journey in a roofed boat of shallow draft manned by krooboys.

The girl seemed now to have left behind the cares and troubles of the outer world. Busying herself with the daily life of the mission compound once a stockaded tradingstation and noted center for the distribution of gin, but now a peaceful hive of simple tuition and industry she soon experienced a calm sense of duty accomplished that had certainly been denied her in the Baumgartner household. At Lagos she had received one letter from Beryl, who complained bitterly of her desertion. A police patrolboat brought her a letter from home, in which her stepmother expressed the strongest disapproval of her new departure as announced by a hurried note sent from Lagos.

And that was all. The links that bound her with England were completely snapped. She might almost be the kidnapped Domenico Garcia, of whom she thought occasionally when some chance aspect of a negros face startled her by its close resemblance to the black mask on the calabash.

Mindful of the Lagos officials warning, she never showed the carved head to any one. Not even Mr. and Mrs. Hume, the mission couple, knew that it was in her possession.

She had been nearly two months in Kadana, as the group of houses and huts in the clearing by the side of the yellow Benu? was called, when an apparently trivial incident upset the placid routine of the mission. One evening, just before sunset, a juju man, fearsomely bedaubed, and decked with an amazing headdress and skirt of scarlet feathers, came into the native section of the compound. He cut off the head of an unhappy fowl that he carried with him, sprinkled its warm blood in a circle on the ground, chanted some hoarse incantation, and vanished into the bush.

The white people saw him from a distance. They happened to be standing on the veranda of an old factory used as a schoolhouse and dwelling, and Mr. Hume was greatly annoyed by the witchdoctors visit.

This will unsettle every native for a week or two, he said, eying the mans antics with evident disfavor. Those fellows are a far more enduring curse to Africa than the gin traffic. Governments can legislate gin out of existence, but they cannot touch juju.

We are doing something in that direction here, said Evelyn, glancing over her shoulder at the rows of woollyheaded little black figures in the classroom.

Yes, we are educating the children, but their parents will undo tonight all that we have accomplished since our return. Look at Bambuk. He has mixed with Europeans during the past ten years, yet he is white with terror.

It was an odd phrase to use with regard to a negro, but it was quite accurate. Bambuk, interpreter, head servant, and factotuminchief to the mission, who was peering through the doorway at the proceedings of the juju man, showed every sign of alarm when he saw the fowlkilling ceremony. His ebony face, usually shining and jovial looking, became livid and drawn. His eyes glistened like those of a frightened animal.

Turning for a second to make sure that the children were not listening, he drew near and whispered:

Oku man make war juju. Him say all black people lib for bush, or dem King of Oku nail ebery one to tree wen he burn mission.

Bambuk could speak far better English than that. The fact that he had reverted so thoroughly to the jargon of the krooboy proved the extent of his fear.

Hume affected to make light of the witchdoctor and his threats.

Go and tell him to stop his nonsense, he said. Say I have a bale of cotton here which I brought especially from Lagos as a present for King MWanga.

But before Bambuk could descend the broad flight of steps leading from the veranda, the fetish performance was at an end and its chief actor had rushed off among the trees.

Evelyn felt a chill run through her body, though the air was hot and vaporladen.

Is MWagna the name of the King of Oku? she asked.

I believe so. I have been absent nearly eight months, as you are aware, but I havent heard of any change in the local dynasty.

Do you think it likely that he has ever visited England?

Most improbable, said Hume. He is an absolute savage. I have seen him only once, and I should be sorry to think that my life depended on his good will. But why did you imagine he might have been in England?

Because a native of that name came there with two others last August.

We have been visited by juju men before, Charles, put in Mrs. Hume.

Yes. Generally they come begging for something they want usually drugs which they pretend to concoct themselves out of a snakes liver or the gizzard of a bird. Dont lay too much stress on Bambuks fright. He is a chickenhearted fellow at the best. If there is really any likelihood of a native disturbance I shall send him with you and Miss Dane down the river

I shall not go without you, dear, said Mrs. Hume.

Nor I unless both of you come, answered Evelyn.

Hume laughed constrainedly.

You will both obey orders, I hope, he said, but he did not urge the matter further at the moment.

They were eating their evening meal when the distant tapping of a drum caught their ears. It was not the rhythmical beating of a tomtom by some musicallyinclined bushman. It much more closely resembled the dot and dash code of the Morse alphabet, or that variant of it which Private Thomas Atkins, in a spasm of genius, christened Umtyiddy. Heard in the stillness of the forest, with not a breath of air stirring the leaves of the tallest trees, and even the tawny river murmuring in so low a note that it was inaudible from the missionhouse, this irregular drumbeating had a depressing, almost a sinister effect. It jarred on the nerves. It suggested the unseen and therefore the terrible. At all costs they must find out what it signified.

Bambuk was summoned. He was even more distraught than during the fetish performance of two hours earlier.

Dem Oku drum play Custom tune, he explained. Dem Custom mean

Do you savvy what they are saying? broke in Hume sharply. He did not imagine that his wife had discussed the habits of native potentates with her youthful helper, and even she herself did not know the full extent of the excesses, the sheer lust of bloodshed, hidden under a harmlesssounding word.

Savvy plenty. Dem drum made of monkeyskin phaps other kind of skin an dem juju man say: Come, come! Make sharp dem knife! Come! Load dem gun! Come, den, come! Dem ribber (river) run red wid blood! Den dey nail some men to tree an make dance.

The missionary did not check his assistants recital. It was best that the women should at least understand the peril in which they were placed. The compound held not more than fifty ablebodied men, and the only arms they possessed were native weapons. Humes influence depended wholly on his skill in treating the ailments of the people and his patience in teaching their children not only the rudiments of English but the simpler forms of handicraft. His experience as an African missioner was not of long standing, but from the outset he had consistently refused to own any firearm more deadly than a shotgun. Hitherto he had regarded the Upper Benu? region as a settled and fairly prosperous one. His cherished daydream was that before he died he might see the pioneer settlement at Kadana transmuted into a wellequipped college and training school, whence Christianity and science might spread their light throughout that part of Africa. It shocked him now to think that all his work might be submerged under a wave of fanaticism, yet he clung to the hope that the warlike preparations of the men of Oku might mean nothing more serious than a tribal quarrel. This had happened once before, and he stepped in as arbitrator. By a liberal distribution of presents, including the whole of the mission stock of wine and brandy, he sent away both parties highly gratified with both his award and his method of arriving at it.

There are wardrums beating in more than one place, said Evelyn, who was listening in silence to the spasmodic taptap, taptaptap, tap, that voiced the dirge translated by Bambuk.

Ah, you have hit on my unspoken thought, cried Hume. Come, now, Bambuk, are you not enlarging your story somewhat? Two chiefs make warpalaver; isnt that the explanation?

Dem Oku drum, repeated the native, all Oku drum. Dey call for Custom tonight.

What exactly is Custom, Charles? said Mrs. Hume.

Unfortunately, it means in this instance an offering of human sacrifice.

He saw no help for it. They must know, sooner or later, and his soul turned sick at the thought of his wife and this gentle girl who had thrown in her lot with theirs falling into the clutches of the fetishmaddened bushmen. Each minute he grew more assured that some unusual movement was taking place among the surrounding tribes. Even to his untutored ear there was a marked similarity in the drumming, and he determined that the two women should go down the river in the mission canoe as soon as the moon rose. A crew of eight men could take them to the nearest constabulary post, and within twentyfour hours a steam launch would bring back an armed body of Hausas officered by an Englishman. Till then, he would trust to Providence for the safety of the people under his care. That he himself could desert the mission never entered his mind. Not only would the settlement break up in direst confusion the moment his back was turned, but the societys houses and stores would be looted and destroyed, and the work of years swept away in a single night.

He was considering what excuse would serve to get the women on board the canoe, when the splash of paddles close at hand stirred all four to sudden excitement. It was Bambuk who read instantly the meaning of this unexpected sound. He rushed out, yelling words that proved how soon the veneer of civilization can wear off the West African negro. Soon he came back, looking sick with fear.

Dem dam pagan nigger make off in dem canoe, he almost screamed. Dey savvy plenty too much bushman lib. We all be killed onetime.

Even Evelyn, new to the country and its ways, realized what this meant. The river was their only highway. There were native tracks in plenty through the dense forest, but to march along any one of them while a hostile force was lying across every path was to court immediate disaster. By running away from a peril which was only passive as yet, they made it active. On the river they might escape; in the bush they could not travel a mile except on native sufferance.

Hume tried bravely to minimize the force of this unlookedfor blow. It was true the fugitives might be expected to carry the alarm to the police post, but until the following night it was quite impossible for succor to reach Kadana. And now they must all stand or fall by the mission.

I did not think any of our men would be such cowards, he said with quiet sadness. Let us go and pacify the others. When all is said and done, we have harmed no one in Oku territory, but given relief to many who were in pain. I still believe that this scare is unwarranted, and our presence among our people will tend to calm them.

A minute later he was sorry he had not gone alone. Every hut in the compound was empty. Nearly two hundred men, women, and children had fled into the bush, preferring to obey the order of the juju man rather than defy him by remaining in the mission. Bambuk had not been taken into their confidence because he was originally a Foulah Mohammedan. The colony at Kadana was precisely what Bambuk had called its members in his rage, for the Mohammedan negro looks down upon his pagan brethren with supreme contempt. In a crisis such as that which now threatened to engulf the mission, these nice distinctions of class and creed are apt to spring into startling prominence.

Hume faced the situation gallantly.

Another illusion shattered, he sighed. Most certainly I did not expect that all my people would desert me at the first hint of danger. But we must make the best of it. Even now I cannot believe that the king of Oku if it really is he who has created this disturbance can contemplate an attack on Europeans. He has many faults, but he is not a fool, and he knows quite well how swift and complete would be his punishment if he interfered with us.

Mrs. Hume accepted her husbands views, and tried to look at matters with the same optimism. Evelyn, curiously enough, was better informed than even their native companion as to the serious nature of the outbreak. She was convinced that Wardens theory was correct. Some stronger influence than a mere tribal ?meute lay behind those horrible drumbeats. The authorities had been completely hoodwinked. In her heart of hearts she feared that Kadana shared its deadly peril that night with many a stronger tradingpost and station down the river.

Bambuk, quieting down from his earlier paroxysms of fear, seemed to await his certain doom with a dignified fatalism. Even when he heard the thud of paddles on the sluggish waters of the river he announced the fact laconically.

Bush man lib! he muttered.

Perhaps the white faces blanched somewhat, and hearts beat a trifle faster, but Hume alone spoke.

Where? he asked.

On ribber in dem war canoe.

They strained their ears, and soon caught the measured plashing. Then Mrs Hume began to weep. Evelyn knelt by her side in mute sympathy. She was too dazed to find relief in tears. For the moment she seemed to be passing through a torturing dream from which she would soon awake. Hume, who had gone to the door, came to his wife.

Dont cry, Mary, he said. That does no good and it breaks my heart. I have not abandoned hope. God can save us even yet. Be not afraid of them that kill the body, and after that have no more that they can do.

His voice was strong and selfreliant. Even Bambuk glanced at him with a kind of awe, and thought, it may be, that the creed he had tried dimly to understand was nobler than the mere stoicism that was the natural outcome of his own fantastic beliefs. The negro was stupid with terror, or he could not have failed to distinguish the steady hum of an engine running at half speed.

And so they waited, while the thud of the paddles came nearer, until at last the bow of a heavy craft crashed into the foliage overhanging the bank, and they were rapt into a heaven of relief by hearing an English voice.

Hello, there! it shouted. Is this the Kadana Mission?

Mrs. Hume straightway fainted, but Evelyn was there to tend her, and Hume rushed down to the landingplace. The gleam of a moon rising over some low hills was beginning to make luminous the river mist. He was able dimly to note the difference between the pith hats of two Europeans and the smart round caps of a number of Hausa policemen. And, though a man of peace, he found the glint of rifle barrels singularly comforting.

Who are you? he asked.

Well, said he who had spoken in the first instance, I am Lieutenant Colville of the constabulary, but I have brought with me the Earl of Fairholme. Have you a lady named Dane, Miss Evelyn Dane, staying with you?

Hume, who wanted to fall on his knees and offer thanks to Providence, managed to say that Evelyn Dane was certainly at Kadana at that moment.

Ah, thats the ticket! said another voice. I suppose you can put us up for the night? Any sort of shakedown will do, so long as we get away from this beastly river. Sleepin on board gives one the jimjams, eh, what?

CHAPTER XV
WHEREIN ONE SURPRISE BEGETS MANY

Colville leaped ashore. Without appearing to hurry, he was quickly by Humes side and asking in an undertone:

Why has this wardrumming started? I heard it an hour ago down stream. Our engine was not running well, so the men got the paddles to work and we cracked on at top speed.

I do not know, said the missionary, who was more anxious at the moment to reassure the women than to answer questions.

But is there any bush fighting going on? Everything was reported to be all right when I left Ibi.

May heaven be praised that you were prompted to visit us! My wife, Miss Dane, our interpreter and myself four out of two hundred alone remain in the mission. Some of our people stole the canoe and made off, and every other native in the compound has gone into the bush. When we heard your paddles just now we thought that the war canoes of the King of Oku were approaching. But please come with me to the house. The mere sight of your uniform will show the ladies that our danger is at an end.

Colville was young, but he was old in experience. He had also learned the exceeding wisdom of repressing opinions that were not called for.

Wait a few seconds, he said. Here is Lord Fairholme. But for his urgent wish to visit Miss Dane, we should not have been in Kadana tonight. Hello! Who the dev what canoe is that?

Even while he was speaking, another craft shot out from the dense layer of mist that hid the surface of the river. Though the trees on the opposite bank were clearly visible in the everspreading moonlight, the Benu? itself was invisible. A Hausa sergeant challenged from the launch, and the reply came in his own tongue. A small native boat, propelled by two paddles, grated on a strip of shingle, and an Arab and a negro stepped ashore.

By this time, Fairholme had joined Colville and had been introduced to Hume. The Arab, hardly waiting an instant for a response to a curt inquiry, stalked towards them. He was a tall man, gaunt but wiry, and he carried himself with the listless air of one barely convalescent after a severe illness.

But there was no trace of listlessness in his voice. He singled out Colville immediately as the officer in charge of the party, and addressed him in the Hausa language.

You would better bring your men ashore, run the launch as far up the bank as possible, and barricade yourself in the strongest building available, he said. The men of Oku are out. Three of their war canoes are stationed at the bend in the river and their occupants are armed with Mannlicher rifles. Escape that way is impossible. Your only chance is to hold this post as long as Allah permits. I shall try to pass the blockading canoes and reach Ibi, though I fear it will be too late.

Colville hardly knew at which he was most amazed, the commanding tone of this haggard son of the desert or the astounding news he brought.

Say, then, hadji, he cried, half ironically, What plague has broken out in Oku that the whole line of the Benu? should be threatened.

The chief plague is that of blindness among officers who fail to see the pits dug for them by crafty natives, was the stern answer. I speak truly, young master. You have half an hour, at best an hour, in which to make preparations.





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