Old Gold: The Cruise of the "Jason" BrigFenn, George Manville
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Old Gold: The Cruise of the "Jason" Brig
Fenn, George Manville
Boats and boating -- Juvenile fiction; South America -- Juvenile fiction; Treasure troves -- Juvenile fiction
One time it was a piercing cry as of someone in agony; at another a
sneering, chuckling laugh taken up in a chorus as if by a mocking party
of strange watchers, who, accustomed to the darkness, could see
everything going on aboard the brig; whisperings; sounds of crawling
creatures passing over sticky mud and wallowing impatiently in their
efforts to get along; peculiar angry barkings uttered by the alligators;
and a dreadful rustling in the trees, which Brace felt certain must be
caused by huge serpents winding in and out amongst the branches.
He suggested this to the captains who uttered a grunt.
"Very likely," he said. "They do creep about in that way after the
monkeys. 'Tis their nature to. This is the sort of country for those
gentlemen, both the dry ones and the wet ones."
"I don't understand you," said Brace. "Oh, you mean the boas and the
anacondas."
"That's right, squire, and I daresay we shall see some tidy big ones.
Yes, that sounds like one working about. Ah! he struck at it and
missed, I should say. Bit disappointing, for snakes like their suppers
as well as other people, and I'm going down to have mine. Are you
coming?"
"No," said Brace decisively; "I'm going to stay up here and listen."
Sir Humphrey and Briscoe elected to do the same, and for another hour
they listened, and watched the display made by the fireflies; while
every now and then, as the muddy water trickled and seemed to whisper
against the sides of the brig, the listeners were startled by some
strange splash close by, which sounded to them as if the river swarmed
with huge creatures which kept on swimming around and beneath the
vessel, partly attracted by curiosity as to the new visitor to their
habitat, partly resenting its presence by splashing and beating the
surface as they rose or dived.
"It's all very interesting," said Briscoe at last, "and I could stop
here all night watching and listening; but we must have sleep, or we
shall be no good to-morrow, so I'll say good night, gentlemen. If
anything happens, my gun and rifle are both loaded, and I'll come on
deck directly."
"That's right," said Brace sharply. "But what can happen?"
"Who can say?" replied the American. "We know we're in a wild country,
perhaps the very first of all people who have come so far into the
forest, and we don't know what enemies may come. I'm pretty sure of
two: stinging insects and fever; but there's no telling what may come
out of the dark jungles. We're pretty safe from wild beasts, but for
aught we know we may have been watched by savages ever since the
morning. Savages generally have canoes, bows, spears, and clubs. I
don't say it's likely, but some of them might come creeping aboard in
the night, and if I was captain I should arm the watch. Ugh! what's
that?" he cried, in a horrified tone.
"Barrel of my rifle, Mr Briscoe," said Lynton quietly, from out of the
darkness.
"Why did you do that?" said the American sharply.
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