His porcupine, seen no less than half a dozen times when his arms had
been burdened, or his club was not at hand, was not to be found for all
his elaborate searching, now that he was desirable for dinner.
Naturally, Grenville had no particular preference for porcupine where
pheasants were not impossible. But the fact that the bristling
hedgehog is not to be despised, he knew from past experience.
Moreover, he had fondly hoped this somewhat stupid quarry might be
readily found and taken.
Notwithstanding the fact that for three days past not a sign had been
vouchsafed him of the tiger, Grenville took to himself no fulsome sense
of security as he made his way slowly through the jungle, towards the
estuary swamp. The island was small; the brute was always near--and
some day the contest between they two must be waged to a definite
conclusion.
The axiom is old that the most game is seen when the huntsman has no
weapon. It seemed to Grenville, slipping as noiselessly as possible
down towards the water, where birds and beasts had always been
encountered, that the island had been suddenly deserted. He saw not a
thing, beyond the vaguest movements in the trees, perhaps for the very
fact he moved so cautiously, and thereby assumed an aspect that was
crafty, sinister, or suspicious.
Some reptile glided to the water, starting a ripple on the surface, but
not even its head was visible to the watchful eyes of the man. An
arrow was notched upon his bow, and, while the practice in which he had
indulged had been far too brief to develop the skill he knew he might
finally acquire, Sidney was certain that up to a range of five or ten
yards his shaft would prove fairly deadly.
He had heretofore seen no game at all that was not, in fact, almost
under his very feet. Of the pheasants, flushed before on at least
three separate occasions, he detected not so much as a hint. The
monkeys were silent. Not even the noisy parrots flew out with their
usual disturbance. All about the growth of bamboo he trod, wherever a
space was open, but in vain.
Reflecting that the pheasants might have gone beyond, to a section
where rocks and shrubbery doubtless afforded the seeds or berries on
which they would probably feed, he started more briskly towards the
trail that would take him past the wreck.
He had not entirely cleared the bamboo growth when, abruptly, there in
the open space before him, hardly fifteen feet away, a wild hog paused,
fairly startled to inaction where it had entered the clearing from the
jungle. It had turned its head to stare at the man inquiringly. Its
two little eyes, maliciously gleaming, increased its threatening aspect
as the bristles slowly rose on its back.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account