The bridge of lightVerrill, A. Hyatt (Alpheus Hyatt)
Science
The bridge of light
Verrill, A. Hyatt (Alpheus Hyatt)
Adventure stories; Central America -- Fiction; Mayas -- Fiction; Science fiction
Still, we were not out of our imminent peril. We were in an unknown
forest, completely at a loss as to which way to turn, without supplies
or food.
I was ravenously hungry and I presume my Indian companion was as
famished as I was. The first thing to be done was to secure something
to eat, and to do this in the tropical forest is not such a simple
matter. Had the chief possessed weapons, he no doubt could have secured
game of some sort in a short time; but he had lost his bow and arrows
somewhere in the cañon; he could not use my revolver, and our only
chance appeared to lie in stalking some bird or quadruped that I could
kill with my pistol. And I well knew, from past experiences, that
game is always scarcest when it is wanted the most. Luck, however,
was with us still. We flushed a big wild turkey from her nest. As she
ruffled her feathers and gobbled defiance at us, I brought her down
with an easy shot, and to my delight--though it mattered little to my
companion--the eggs proved fresh. I still had matches in a watertight
case, and presently a fire was blazing and the appetizing odor of
broiling turkey filled our nostrils.
* * * * *
IT was while we were dining on the half-scorched, but delicious-tasting
meat, that I made an important discovery. Hitherto I had been able to
make no headway in my efforts to converse with my companion. I had
tried again and again to learn something of his dialect, but without
success, although I had acquired a few simple words and could now
and then catch the meaning of what he said. I had tried every Indian
dialect I could remember--in vain. But now, as I gnawed a drumstick of
the turkey, it brought to memory a meal that I had eaten under somewhat
similar circumstances in Honduras years before. And with that memory
came sudden recollection of the Tecun dialect I had once known. Some of
the words and phrases came back to me, and with no least expectation
that he would understand them, I repeated them to the chief. He dropped
the bone he was gnawing, a gleam of understanding illuminated his face,
and to my unbounded joy and amazement, he answered me in Tecun.
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