"I paced my prison from end to end; from side to side I walked it over.
I tried the water's depth; on all sides I sounded it, wading recklessly
in; everywhere it deepened rapidly as I advanced. Three lengths of
myself from the islet's edge, and I was up to the neck. The huge
reptiles swam around, snorting and blowing; they were bolder in this
element. I could not have waded safely ashore, even had the water been
shallow. To swim it--no--even though I swam like a duck, they would
have closed upon and quartered me before I could have made a dozen
strokes. Horrified by their demonstrations, I hurried back upon dry
ground, and paced the islet with dripping garments.
"I continued walking until night, which gathered around me dark and
dismal. With night came new voices--the hideous voices of the nocturnal
swamp; the qua-qua of the night-heron, the screech of the swamp-owl, the
cry of the bittern, the cl-l-uk of the great water-toad, the tinkling of
the bell-frog, and the chirp of the savanna-cricket--all fell upon my
ear. Sounds still harsher and more, hideous were heard around me--the
plashing of the alligator, and the roaring of his voice; these reminded
me that I must not go to sleep. To sleep! I durst not have slept for a
single instant. Even when I lay for a few minutes motionless, the dark
reptiles came crawling round me--so close that I could have put forth my
hand and touched them.
"At intervals, I sprang to my feet, shouted, swept my gun around, and
chased them back to the water, into which they betook themselves with a
sullen plunge, but with little semblance of fear. At each fresh
demonstration on my part they showed less alarm, until I could no longer
drive them either with shouts or threatening gestures. They only
retreated a few feet, forming an irregular circle round me.
"Thus hemmed in, I became frightened in turn. I loaded my gun and
fired; I killed none. They are impervious to a bullet, except in the
eye, or under the forearm. It was too dark to aim at these parts; and
my shots glanced harmlessly from the pyramidal scales of their bodies.
The loud report, however, and the blaze frightened them, and they fled,
to return again after a long interval. I was asleep when they returned;
I had gone to sleep in spite of my efforts to keep awake. I was
startled by the touch of something cold; and half-stilled by the strong
musky odour that filled the air. I threw out my arms; my fingers rested
upon an object slippery and clammy: it was one of these monsters--one of
gigantic size. He had crawled close alongside me, and was preparing to
make his attack; as I saw that he was bent in the form of a bow, and I
knew that these creatures assume that attitude when about to strike
their victim. I was just in time to spring aside, and avoid the stroke
of his powerful tail, that the next moment swept the ground where I had
lain. Again I fired, and he with the rest once more retreated to the
lake.
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