wherein are recounted dangers, difficulties, and perplexities faced and overcome.

next morning the travellers rose with the sun and descended from the tree in which they had spent the night—much refreshed and “ready for anything.”

it was well that they were thus prepared for whatever might befall them, for there were several incidents in store for them that day which tried them somewhat, and would have perplexed them sadly had they been without a guide. perhaps we are scarcely entitled to bestow that title on bunco, for he was as thoroughly lost in the forest as were any of his companions, in the sense, at least, of being ignorant as to where he was, or how far from the nearest human habitation: but he was acquainted with forest-life, knew the signs and symptoms of the wilderness, and could track his way through pathless wastes in a manner that was utterly incomprehensible to his companions, and could not be explained by himself. moreover, he was a shrewd fellow, as well as bold, and possessed a strong sense of humour, which he did not fail at times to gratify at the expense of his friends.

this tendency was exhibited by him in the first morning’s march, during which he proved his superiority in woodcraft, and firmly established himself in the confidence of the party. the incident occurred thus:—

after a hearty and hasty breakfast—for, being lost, they were all anxious to get found as soon as possible—they set forth in single file; bunco leading, old peter, muggins, and larry following, and will osten bringing up the rear. during the first hour they walked easily and pleasantly enough through level and rather open woodland, where they met few obstacles worth mentioning, so that larry and muggins, whose minds were filled with the idea of wild beasts, and who were much excited by the romance of their novel position, kept a sharp lookout on the bushes right and left, the one shouldering his gigantic cudgel, the other flourishing his shillelah in a humorous free-and-easy way, and both feeling convinced that with such weapons they were more than a match for any tiger alive! when several hours had elapsed, however, without producing any sign or sound of game, they began to feel disappointment, and to regard their guide as an exaggerator if not worse; and when, in course of time, the underwood became more dense and their passage through the forest more difficult, they began to make slighting remarks about their dark-skinned friend, and to question his fitness for the duties of guide. in particular, muggins—who was becoming fatigued, owing partly to the weight of his club as well as to the weight of his body and the shortness of his legs—at last broke out on him and declared that he would follow no further.

“why,” said he gruffly, “it’s as plain as the nose on yer nutmeg face, that ye’re steerin’ a wrong coorse. you’ll never make the coast on this tack.”

“oh yis, wees will,” replied bunco, with a quiet smile.

“no, wees won’t, ye lump o’ mahogany,” retorted muggins. “don’t the coast run nor’ and by west here away?”

“troo,” assented bunco with a nod.

“well, and ain’t we goin’ due north just now, so that the coast lies away on our left, an’ for the last three hours you’ve bin bearin’ away to the right, something like nor’ and by east, if it’s not nor’ east an’ by east, the coast being all the while on yer port beam, you grampus—that’s so, ain’t it?”

“yis, dat’s so,” replied bunco with a grin.

“then, shiver my timbers, why don’t ye shove yer helm hard a starboard an’ lay yer right coorse? come, lads, i’ll go to the wheel now for a spell.”

will osten was about to object to this, but bunco gave him a peculiar glance which induced him to agree to the proposal; so muggins went ahead and the rest followed.

at the place where this dispute occurred there chanced to be a stretch of comparatively open ground leading away to the left. into this glade the hardy seamen turned with an air of triumph.

his triumph, however, was short-lived, for at a turn in the glade he came to a place where the underwood was so dense and so interlaced with vines and creeping plants that further advance was absolutely impossible. after “yawing about” for some minutes “in search of a channel,” as larry expressed it, muggins suddenly gave in and exclaimed,—“i’m a dutchman, boys, if we ha’n’t got embayed!”

“it’s let go the anchor an’ take soundin’s ’ll be the nixt order, i s’pose, captain muggins?” said larry, touching his cap.

“or let the tother pilot take the helm,” said old peter, “‘he’s all my fancy painted him,’ as milton says in paraphrases lost.”

“right, peter,” cried will osten, “we must dethrone muggins and reinstate bunco.”

“ha! you’s willin’ for to do second fiddil now?” said the native, turning with a grin to muggins, as he was about to resume his place at the head of the party.

“no, never, ye leather-jawed kangaroo, but i’ve no objections to do the drum on yer skull, with this for a drumstick!” he flourished his club as he spoke, and bunco, bounding away with a laugh, led the party back on their track for a few paces, then, turning sharp to the right, he conducted them into a narrow opening in the thicket, and proceeded in a zig-zag manner that utterly confused poor muggins, inducing him from that hour to resign himself with blind faith to the guidance of his conqueror. well would it be for humanity in general, and for rulers in particular, if there were more of muggins’s spirit abroad inducing men to give in and resign cheerfully when beaten fairly!

if the sailors were disappointed at not meeting with any wild creatures during the first part of their walk, they were more than compensated by the experiences of the afternoon. while they were walking quietly along, several snakes—some of considerable length—wriggled out of their path, and larry trod on one which twirled round his foot, causing him to leap off the ground like a grasshopper and utter a yell, compared to which all his previous shoutings were like soft music. bunco calmed his fears, however, and comforted the party by saying that these snakes were harmless. nevertheless, they felt a strong sensation of aversion to the reptiles, which it was not easy to overcome, and muggins began to think seriously that being lost in the forest was, after all, a pleasure mingled considerably with alloy! not long after the incident of the snake, strange sounds were heard from time to time in the bushes, and all the party, except bunco, began to glance uneasily from side to side, and grasped their weapons firmly. suddenly a frightful-looking face was observed by larry peeping through the bushes right over muggins’s unconscious head. the horrified irishman, who thought it was no other than a visitant from the world of fiends, was going to utter a shout of warning, when a long hairy arm was stretched out from the bushes and muggins’s hat was snatched from his head.

“och! ye spalpeen,” cried larry, hurling his cudgel at the ugly creature.

the weapon was truly aimed; it hit the monkey on the back, causing it to drop the hat and vanish from the spot—shrieking.

“well done, larry!” cried will osten; “why didn’t you warn us to expect visits from such brutes, bunco?”

“why, cause me tink you know all ’bout ’im. hab larn ’im from jo gruffy.”

“from who?”

“from jo gruffy. him as you was say, last night, do tell all ’bout de countries ob de world, and wot sort of treeses an’ hanimals in ’im. der be plenty ob dem hanimals—(how you call ’im, mongkees?) in peroo, big an leetil.”

“well!” exclaimed our hero with a laugh, “possibly geography may refer to the fact; if so, i had forgotten it, but i’m sorry to hear that they are numerous, for they are much too bold to be pleasant companions.”

“dey do us no harm,” said bunco, grinning, “only chok full ob fun!”

“git along wid ye,” cried larry. “it’s my belaif they’re yer own relations, or ye wouldn’t stick up for them.”

thus admonished, the native resumed the march, and led them through the jungle into deeper and darker shades. here the forest was quite free from underwood, and the leafy canopy overhead was so dense that the sky could seldom be seen. everything appeared to be steeped in a soft mellow shade of yellowish green, which was delightfully cool and refreshing in a land lying so very near to the equator. the howling and hoarse barking of wild beasts was now heard to an extent that fully satisfied larry o’hale and his friend muggins. there were patches of dense jungle here and there, in which it was supposed the animals lay concealed, and each of these were carefully examined by our travellers. that there was need for caution became apparent from the fact that bunco carried his gun at full cock in the hollow of his left arm, and had a stern, earnest expression of visage which was quite new to his nautical companions, and made a deep impression on them. curious and interesting change of sentiment:— the man whom, while at sea, they had treated with good-humoured contempt, was ere long clung to and regarded almost with reverence!

“be quiet, boys, here,” he said, “an’ no make noise. keep de eyes open.”

after this he did not speak, but gave his directions by signs.