The Mission; or Scenes in AfricaMarryat, Frederick
General
The Mission; or Scenes in Africa
Marryat, Frederick
Adventure stories; Africa -- Fiction
Having listened a little longer, Omrah made signs to Alexander and the
Major to follow him. The noise which Omrah had heard was the croaking
of a frog, which denoted water at hand, and the sniffing of the horses
confirmed him in his supposition. Omrah led the way through the rocks,
descending lower and lower; and ever and anon listening to the noise of
the animal, till he perceived the stars of the heavens above reflected
in a small pool, which he pointed out to Alexander and the Major. Down
they dropped to the earth and drank; and as soon as their thirst was
satisfied they rose, and pushed Omrah forward to make him drink also;
and as the boy who had saved their lives was drinking, they knelt down
and prayed,--not loud, for they had not yet recovered their speech; but
if ever grateful prayers were offered up to the Almighty throne, they
were by our two travellers, as they knelt by the side of this small
pool. They rose and hastened to their horses, and led them down to the
water, when the poor animals filled themselves almost to bursting,
walked away, and returned to drink more. They also repeated their
draught several times, and then lay down, and would have fallen asleep
by the side of the pool, had not Omrah, who could now speak freely,
said, "No, no; lion come here for water; up the rock again and sleep
there--I bring horses." This good advice was followed, and when they
had gained the summit of the rising ground they again laid down and
slept till daylight.
When they awoke, they found themselves much refreshed; but they now
felt,--what they had not done during their extreme suffering from
thirst--the craving pangs of hunger. Omrah was fast asleep, and the
horses picking among the herbage, about two hundred yards off.
"We have much to thank God for," said Alexander to the Major.
"We have indeed, and, next to divine aid, we have to thank that poor
boy. We have been as children in his hands, and we are indebted to him
and his resources for our lives this night. I could not speak
yesterday, nor could you; but his courage in remaining with the horse as
an offering to the lion, I shall not forget."
"He is a child of the desert," replied Alexander; "he has been brought
up among lions, and where there is scarcity of water, and he has most
wonderfully guided us in our path; but we are still in the desert, and
have lost our companions. What must we do? Shall we attempt to regain
the caravan, or push off to the westward, to fall in with the river
again?"
"We will talk of that an hour hence," replied the Major; "let us now go
down to the pool, and as soon as I have had a drink I will try if I
cannot kill something for a meal. My hunger is now almost as great as
was my thirst."
"And mine too, so I will go with you; but we must be careful how we
approach the water, as we may fall in with some animal to make a meal
of."
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.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account