jim scroggles rescued, and glynn and ailie lost—a capture, upset, chase, escape, and happy return.

the merciful manner in which god sends deliverance at the eleventh hour has been so often experienced and recognised, that it has originated the well-known proverb, “man’s extremity is god’s opportunity;” and this proverb is true not only in reference to man’s soul, but often, also, in regard to his temporal affairs.

while the wretched sailor was uttering cries for help, which grew feebler every moment as he sank deeper and deeper into what now he believed should be his grave, his comrades were hastening forward to his rescue.

alarmed at his prolonged absence, they had armed themselves, and set out in search of him, headed by the trader and led by the negro, who tracked his steps with that unerring certainty which seems peculiar to all savages. the shrieks uttered by their poor comrade soon reached their ears, and after some little difficulty, owing to the cries becoming faint, and at last inaudible, they discovered the swamp where he lay, and revived his hope and energy by their shouts. they found him nearly up to the neck in mud, and the little of him that still remained above ground was scarcely recognisable.

it cost them nearly an hour, with the aid of poles, and ropes extemporised out of their garments, to drag jim from his perilous position and place him on solid ground; and after they had accomplished this, it took more than an hour longer to clean him and get him recruited sufficiently to accompany them to the spot where they had left the canoe.

the poor man was deeply moved; and when he fully realised the fact that he was saved, he wept like a child, and then thanked god fervently for his deliverance. as the night was approaching, and the canoe, with ailie in it, had been left in charge only of glynn proctor, jim’s recovery was expedited as much as possible, and as soon as he could walk they turned to retrace their steps.

man knows not what a day or an hour will bring forth. for many years one may be permitted to move on “the even tenor of his way,” without anything of momentous import occurring to mark the passage of his little span of time as it sweeps him onward to eternity. at another period of life, events, it may be of the most startling and abidingly impressive nature, are crowded into a few months or weeks, or even days. so it was now with our travellers on the african river. when they reached the spot where they had dined, no one replied to their shouts. the canoe, glynn, and the child were gone.

on making this terrible discovery the whole party were filled with indescribable consternation, and ran wildly hither and thither, up and down the banks of the river, shouting the names of glynn proctor and ailie, until the woods rang again. captain dunning was almost mad with anxiety and horror. his imagination pictured his child in every conceivable danger. he thought of her as drowned in the river and devoured by crocodiles; as carried away by the natives into hopeless captivity; or, perhaps, killed by wild beasts in the forest. when several hours had elapsed, and still no sign of the missing ones could be discovered, he fell down exhausted on the river’s bank, and groaned aloud in his despair.

but ailie was not lost. the heavenly father in whom she trusted still watched over and cared for her, and glynn proctor’s stout right arm was still by her side to protect her.

about half-an-hour after the party had gone off in search of their lost companion, a large canoe, full of negroes, came sweeping down the river. glynn and ailie hid themselves in the bushes, and lay perfectly still, hoping they might be passed by. but they forgot that the blue smoke of their fire curled up through the foliage and revealed their presence at once. on observing the smoke, the savages gave a shout, and, running their canoe close in to the bank, leaped ashore and began to scamper through the wood like baboons.

only a few minutes passed before they discovered the two hiders, whom they surrounded and gazed upon in the utmost possible amazement, shouting the while with delight, as if they had discovered a couple of new species of monkey. glynn was by nature a reckless and hasty youth. he felt the power of a young giant within him, and his first impulse was to leap upon the newcomers, and knock them down right and left. fortunately, for ailie’s sake as well as his own, he had wisdom enough to know that though he had possessed the power of ten giants, he could not hope, singly, to overcome twenty negroes, all of whom were strong, active, and lithe as panthers. he therefore assumed a good-humoured free-and-easy air, and allowed himself and ailie to be looked at and handled without ceremony.

the savages were evidently not ill-disposed towards the wanderers. they laughed a great deal, and spoke to each other rapidly in what, to glynn, was of course an unknown tongue. one who appeared to be the chief of the party passed his long black fingers through ailie’s glossy curls with evident surprise and delight. he then advanced to glynn, and said something like—

“holli—boobo—gaddle—bump—um—peepi—daddle—dumps.”

to which glynn replied very naturally, “i don’t understand you.”

of course he did not. and he might have known well enough that the negro could not understand him. but he deemed it wiser to make a reply of some kind, however unintelligible, than to stand like a post and say nothing.

again the negro spoke, and again glynn made the same reply; whereupon the black fellow turned round to his comrades and looked at them, and they, in reply to the look, burst again into an immoderate fit of laughter, and cut a variety of capers, the very simplest of which would have made the fortune of any merry-andrew in the civilised world, had he been able to execute it. this was all very well, no doubt, and exceedingly amusing, not to say surprising; but it became quite a different matter when, after satisfying their curiosity, these dark gentlemen coolly collected the property of the white men, stowed it away in the small canoe, and made signs to glynn and ailie to enter.

glynn showed a decided objection to obey, on which two stout fellows seized him by the shoulders, and pointed sternly to the canoe, as much as to say, “hobbi-doddle-hoogum-toly-whack,” which, being interpreted (no doubt) meant, “if you don’t go quietly, we’ll force you.”

again the young sailor’s spirit leaped up. he clenched his fists, his brow flushed crimson, and, in another instant, whatever might have been the consequence, the two negroes would certainly have lain recumbent on the sward, had it not suddenly occurred to glynn that he might, by appearing to submit, win the confidence of his captors, and, at the first night-encampment, quietly make his escape with ailie in his arms!

glynn was at that romantic age when young men have a tendency to think themselves capable of doing almost anything, with or without ordinary facilities, and in the face of any amount of adverse circumstance. he therefore stepped willingly and even cheerfully into the canoe, in which his and his comrades’ baggage had been already stowed, and, seating himself in the stern, took up the steering-paddle. he was ordered to quit that post, however, in favour of a powerful negro, and made to sit in the bow and paddle there. ailie was placed with great care in the centre of the canoe among a heap of soft leopard-skins; for the savages evidently regarded her as something worth preserving—a rare and beautiful specimen, perhaps, of the white monkey!

this done, they leaped into their large canoe, and, attaching the smaller one to it by means of a rope, paddled out from the bank, and descended the stream.

“oh! glynn,” exclaimed ailie, in a whisper—for she felt that things were beginning to look serious—“what are we to do?”

“indeed, my pet, i don’t know,” replied glynn, looking round and encountering the gaze of the negro in the stern, at whom he frowned darkly, and received a savage grin by way of reply.

“i would like so much to say something to you,” continued ailie, “but i’m afraid he will know what i say.”

“never fear, ailie; he’s as deaf as a post to our language. out with it.”

“could you not,” she said, in a half-whisper, “cut the rope, and then paddle away back while they are paddling down the river?”

glynn laughed in spite of himself at this proposal.

“and what, my pretty one,” he said, “what should we do with the fellow in the stern? besides, the rascals in front might take it into their heads to paddle after us, you know, and what then?”

“i’m sure i don’t know,” said ailie, beginning to cry.

“now, don’t cry, my darling,” said glynn, looking over his shoulder with much concern. “i’ll manage to get you out of this scrape somehow—now see if i don’t.”

the youth spoke so confidently, that the child felt somehow comforted, so drying her eyes she lay back among the leopard-skins, where, giving vent to an occasional sob, she speedily fell fast asleep.

they continued to advance thus in silence for nearly an hour, crossed a small lake, and again entered the river. after descending this some time, the attention of the whole party was attracted to a group of hippopotami, gambolling in the mud-banks and in the river a short distance ahead. at any other time glynn would have been interested in the sight of these uncouth monsters, but he had seen so many within the last few days that he was becoming comparatively indifferent to them, and at that moment he was too much filled with anxiety to take any notice of them. the creatures themselves, however, did not seem to be so utterly indifferent to the strangers. they continued their gambols until the canoes were quite near, and then they dived. now, hippopotami, as we have before hinted, are clumsy and stupid creatures, so much so that they occasionally run against and upset boats and canoes, quite unintentionally. knowing this, the natives in the large canoe kept a sharp look-out in order to steer clear of them.

they had almost succeeded in passing the place, when a huge fellow, like a sugar-punchean, rose close to the small canoe, and grazed it with his tail. apparently he considered this an attack made upon him by the boat, for he wheeled round in a rage, and swam violently towards it. the negro and glynn sprang to their feet on the instant, and the former raised his paddle to deal the creature a blow on the head. before he could do so, glynn leaped lightly over ailie, who had just awakened, caught the savage by the ankles, and tossed him overboard. he fell with a heavy splash just in front of the cavernous jaws of the hippopotamus! in fact, he had narrowly escaped falling head-first into the creature’s open throat.

the nearness of the animal at the time was probably the means of saving the negro’s life, for it did not observe where he had vanished to, as he sank under its chin, and was pushed by its forelegs right under its body. in its effort to lay hold of the negro, the hippopotamus made a partial dive, and thus passed the small canoe. when it again rose to the surface the large canoe met its eye. at this it rushed, drove its hammer-like skull through the light material of which it was made, and then seizing the broken ends in its strong jaws upset the canoe, and began to rend it to pieces in its fury.

before this occurred, the crew had leaped into the water, and were now swimming madly to the shore. at the same moment glynn cut the line that fastened the two canoes together, and seizing his paddle, urged his craft up the river as fast as possible. but his single arm could not drive it with much speed against the stream, and before he had advanced a dozen yards, one of the natives overtook him and several more followed close behind. glynn allowed the first one to come near, and then gave him a tremendous blow on the head with the edge of the paddle.

the young sailor was not in a gentle frame of mind at that time, by any means. the blow was given with a will, and would probably have fractured the skull of a white man; but that of a negro is proverbially thick. the fellow was only stunned, and fell back among his comrades, who judiciously considering that such treatment was not agreeable and ought not to be courted, put about, and made for the shore.

glynn now kept his canoe well over to the left side of the stream while the savages ran along the right bank, yelling ferociously and occasionally attempting to swim towards him, but without success. he was somewhat relieved, and sent them a shout of defiance, which was returned, of course with interest. still he felt that his chance of escape was poor. he was becoming exhausted by the constant and violent exertion that was necessary in order to make head against the stream. the savages knew this, and bided their time.

as he continued to labour slowly up, glynn came to the mouth of a small stream which joined the river. he knew not where it might lead to, but feeling that he could not hold out much longer, he turned into it, without any very definite idea as to what he would attempt next. the stream was sluggish. he advanced more easily, and after a few strokes of the paddle doubled round a point and was hid from the eyes of the negroes, who immediately set up a yell and plunged into the river, intending to swim over; but fortunately it was much too rapid in the middle, and they were compelled to return. we say fortunately, because, had they succeeded in crossing, they would have found glynn in the bushes of the point behind which he had disappeared, in a very exhausted state, though prepared to fight to the last with all the energy of despair.

as it was, he had the extreme satisfaction of seeing his enemies, after regaining the right bank, set off at a quick run down the river. he now remembered having seen a place about two miles further down that looked like a ford, and he at once concluded his pursuers had set off to that point, and would speedily return and easily recapture him in the narrow little stream into which he had pushed. to cross the large river was impossible—the canoe would have been swamped in the rapid. but what was to hinder him from paddling close in along the side, and perhaps reach the lake while the negroes were looking for him up the small stream?

he put this plan into execution at once; and ailie took a paddle in her small hands and did her utmost to help him. it wasn’t much, poor thing; but to hear the way in which glynn encouraged her and spoke of her efforts, one would have supposed she had been as useful as a full-grown man! after a couple of hours’ hard work, they emerged upon the lake, and here glynn felt that he was pretty safe, because, in the still water, no man could swim nearly as fast as he could paddle. besides, it was now getting dark, so he pushed out towards a rocky islet on which there were only a few small bushes, resolved to take a short rest there, and then continue his flight under cover of the darkness.

while glynn carried ashore some biscuit, which was the only thing in the boat they could eat without cooking, ailie broke off some branches from the low bushes that covered the little rocky islet, and spread them out on a flat rock for a couch; this done, she stood on the top of a large stone and gazed round upon the calm surface of the beautiful lake, in the dark depths of which the stars twinkled as if there were another sky down there.

“now, ailie,” said glynn, “come along and have supper. it’s not a very tempting one, but we must content ourselves with hard fare and a hard bed to-night, as i dare not light a fire lest the negroes should observe it and catch us.”

“i’m sorry for that,” replied the child; “for a fire is so nice and cheery; and it helps to keep off the wild beasts, too, doesn’t it?”

“well, it does; but there are no wild beasts on such a small rock as this, and the sides are luckily too steep for crocodiles to crawl up.”

“shall we sleep here till morning?” asked ailie, munching her hard biscuit and drinking her tin pannikinful of cold water with great relish, for she was very hungry.

“oh, no!” replied glynn. “we must be up and away in an hour at farthest. so, as i see you’re about done with your luxurious supper, i propose that you lie down to rest.”

ailie was only too glad to accede to this proposal. she lay down on the branches, and after glynn had covered her with a blanket, he stretched himself on a leopard-skin beside her, and both of them fell asleep in five minutes. the mosquitoes were very savage that night, but the sleepers were too much fatigued to mind their vicious attacks.

glynn slept two hours, and then he wakened with a start, as most persons do when they have arranged, before going to sleep, to rise at a certain hour. he rose softly, carried the provisions back to the canoe, and in his sleepy condition almost stepped upon the head of a huge crocodile, which, ignorant of their presence, had landed its head on the islet in order to have a snooze. then he roused ailie, and led her, more than half asleep, down to the beach, and lifted her into the canoe, after which he pushed off, and paddled briskly over the still waters of the star-lit lake. ailie merely yawned during all these proceedings; said, “dear me! is it time to—yeaow! oh, i’m so sleepy;” mumbled something about papa wondering what had become of jim scroggles, and about her being convinced that—“yeaow!—the ship must have lost itself among the whales and monkeys;” and then, dropping her head on the leopard-skins with a deep sigh of comfort, she returned to the land of nod.

glynn proctor worked so well that it was still early in the morning and quite dark when he arrived at the encampment where they had been made prisoners. his heart beat audibly as he approached the dark landing-place, and observed no sign of his comrades. the moment the bow of the canoe touched the shore, he sprang over the side, and, without disturbing the little sleeper, drew it gently up the bank, and fastened the bow-rope to a tree; then he hurried to the spot where they had slept and found all the fires out except one, of which a few dull embers still remained; but no comrade was visible.

it is a felicitous arrangement of our organs of sense, that where one organ fails to convey to our inward man information regarding the outward world, another often steps in to supply its place, and perform the needful duty. we have said that glynn proctor saw nothing of his comrades,—although he gazed earnestly all round the camp—for the very good reason that it was almost pitch-dark; but although his eyes were useless, his ears were uncommonly acute, and through their instrumentality he became cognisant of a sound. it might have been distant thunder, but was too continuous and regular for that. it might have been the distant rumbling of heavy wagons or artillery over a paved road; but there were neither wagons nor roads in those african wilds. it might have been the prolonged choking of an alligator—it might, in fact, have been anything in a region like that, where everything, almost, was curious, and new, and strange, and wild, and unaccountable; and the listener was beginning to entertain the most uncomfortable ideas of what it probably was, when a gasp and a peculiar snort apprised him that it was a human snore!—at least, if not a human snore, it was that of some living creature which indulged to a very extravagant degree in that curious and altogether objectionable practice.

stepping cautiously forward on tip-toe, glynn searched among the leaves all round the fire, following the direction of the sounds, but nothing was to be found; and he experienced a slight feeling of supernatural dread creeping over him, when a peculiarly loud metallic snore sounded clear above his head. looking up, he beheld by the dull red light of the almost extinct fire, the form of phil briant, half-seated, half-reclining, on the branch of a tree not ten feet from the ground, and clasping another branch tightly with both arms.

at that moment, ailie, who had awakened, ran up, and caught glynn by the hand.

“hallo! briant!” exclaimed glynn.

a very loud snore was the reply.

“briant! phil briant, i say; hallo! phil!” shouted glynn.

“arrah! howld yer noise will ye,” muttered the still sleeping man—“sno—o—o—o—re!”

“a fall! a fall!—all hands ahoy! tumble up there, tumble up!” shouted glynn, in the nautical tones which he well knew would have their effect upon his comrade.

he was right. they had more than their usual effect on him. the instant he heard them, phil briant shouted— “ay, ay, sir!” and, throwing his legs over the side of what he supposed to be his hammock, he came down bodily on what he supposed to be the deck with a whack that caused him to utter an involuntary but tremendous howl.

“oh! och! oh! murther! oh whirra!” he cried, as he lay half-stunned. “oh, it’s kilt i am entirely—dead as mutton at last, an’ no mistake. sure i might have knowd it—och! worse luck! didn’t yer poor owld mother tell ye, phil, that ye’d come to a bad end—she did—”

“are ye badly hurt?” said glynn, stooping over his friend in real alarm.

at the sound of his voice briant ceased his wails, rose into a sitting posture, shaded his eyes with his hand (a most unnecessary proceeding under the circumstances), and stared at him.

“it’s me, phil; all right, and ailie. we’ve escaped, and got safe back again.”

“it’s jokin’ ye are,” said briant, with the imbecile smile of a man who only half believes what he actually sees. “i’m draimin’, that’s it. go away, avic, an’ don’t be botherin’ me.”

“it’s quite true, though, i assure you, my boy. i’ve managed to give the niggers the slip; and here’s ailie, too, all safe, and ready to convince you of the fact.”

phil briant looked at one and then at the other in unbounded amazement for a few seconds, after which he gave a short laugh as if of pity for his own weakness, and his face assumed a mild aspect as he said softly, “it’s all a draim, av coorse it is!” he even turned away his eyes for a moment in order to give the vision time to dissipate. but on looking round again, there it was, as palpable as ever. faith in the fidelity of his own eyesight returned in a moment, and phil briant, forgetting his bodily pains, sprang to his feet with a roar of joy, seized ailie in his arms and kissed her, embraced glynn proctor with a squeeze like that of a loving bear, and then began to dance an irish jig, quite regardless of the fact that the greater part of it was performed in the fire, the embers of which he sent flying in all directions like a display of fireworks. he cheered, too, now and then like a maniac—“oh, happy day! i’ve found ye, have i? after all me trouble, too! hooray! an’ wan chair more for luck. av me sowl only don’t lape clane out o’ me body, it’s meself’ll be thankful! but, sure—i’m forgittin’—”

briant paused suddenly in the midst of his uproarious dance, and seized a burning stick, which he attempted to blow into a flame with intense vehemence of action. having succeeded, he darted towards an open space a few yards off, in the centre of which lay a large pile of dry sticks. to these he applied the lighted brand, and the next instant a glare of ruddy flame leaped upwards, and sent a shower of sparks high above the forest trees into the sky. he then returned, panting a good deal, but much composed, and said—“now, darlints, come an’ help me to gather the bits o’ stick; somebody’s bin scatterin’ them all over the place, they have, bad luck to them! an’ then ye’ll sit down and talk a bit, an’ tell me all about it.”

“but what’s the fire for?” asked ailie.

“ay, ye may say that,” added glynn; “we don’t need such a huge bonfire as that to cook our supper with.”

“och! be aisy, do. it’ll do its work; small doubt o’ that. the cap’n, poor man, ye know, is a’most deranged, an’ they’re every one o’ them off at this good minute scourin’ the woods lookin’ for ye. o, then, it’s sore hearts we’ve had this day! an’ wan was sent wan way, an’ wan another, an’ the cap’n his-self he wint up the river, and, before he goes, he says to me, says he, ‘briant, you’ll stop here and watch the camp, for maybe they’ll come wanderin’ back to it, av they’ve bin and lost theirselves; an’ mind ye don’t lave it or go to slape. an’ if they do come, or ye hear any news o’ them, jist you light up a great fire, an’ i’ll be on the look-out, an’ we’ll all on us come back as fast as we can.’ now, that’s the truth, an’ the whole truth, an’ nothin’ but the truth, as the judge said to the witness when he swore at him.”

this was a comforting piece of information to glynn and ailie, so, without further delay, they assisted their overjoyed comrade to collect the scattered embers of the fire and boil the kettle. in this work they were all the more energetic that the pangs of hunger were beginning to remind them of the frugal and scanty nature of their last meal.

the bonfire did its work effectually. from all parts of the forest to which they had wandered, the party came, dropping in one by one to congratulate the lost and found pair. last of all came captain dunning and tim rokens, for the harpooner had vowed he would “stick to the cap’n through thick and thin.” tim kept his word faithfully. through thick tangled brakes and thin mud-swamps did he follow his wretched commander that night until he could scarcely stand for fatigue, or keep his eyes open for sleep; and when the captain rushed into the camp at last, and clasped his sobbing child to his heart, tim rokens rushed in along with him, halted beside him, thrust his hands into his pockets, and looked on, while his eyes blinked with irresistible drowsiness, and his mud-bespattered visage beamed with excessive joy.