As soon as I had satisfied my curiosity by gazing at this scene, I fell
to wondering how it was that what we had taken for a path should have
conducted us to so singular a place, and began to suspect that after
all I might have been deceived in supposing it to have been a track
formed by the islanders. This was rather an agreeable reflection than
otherwise, for it diminished our dread of accidentally meeting with any
of them, and I came to the conclusion that perhaps we could not have
selected a more secure hiding-place than this very spot we had so
accidentally hit upon. Toby agreed with me in this view of the matter,
and we immediately began gathering together the limbs of trees which
lay scattered about, with the view of constructing a temporary hut for
the night. This we were obliged to build close to the foot of the
cataract for the current of water extended very nearly to the sides of
the gorge. The few moments of light that remained we employed in
covering our hut with a species of broad-bladed grass that grew in
every fissure of the ravine. Our hut, if it deserved to be called one,
consisted of six or eight of the straightest branches we could find
laid obliquely against the steep wall of rock, with their lowered ends
within a foot of the stream. Into the space thus covered over we
managed to crawl, and dispose our wearied bodies as best we could.
Shall I ever forget that horrid night! As for poor Toby, I could
scarcely get a word out of him. It would have been some consolation to
have heard his voice, but he lay shivering the live-long night like a
man afflicted with the palsy, with his knees drawn up to his head,
while his back was supported against the dripping side of the rock.
During this wretched night there seemed nothing wanting to complete the
perfect misery of our condition. The rain descended in such torrents
that our poor shelter proved a mere mockery. In vain did I try to elude
the incessant streams that poured upon me; by protecting one part I
only exposed another, and the water was continually finding some new
opening through which to drench us.
I have had many a ducking in the course of my life, and in general
cared little about it: but the accumulated horrors of that night, the
death-like coldness of the place, the appalling darkness and the dismal
sense of our forlorn condition, almost unmanned me.
It will not be doubted that the next morning we were early risers, and
as soon as I could catch the faintest glimpse of anything like daylight
I shook my companion by the arm, and told him it was sunrise. Poor Toby
lifted up his head, and after a moment’s pause said, in a husky voice,
“Then, shipmate, my toplights have gone out, for it appears darker now
with my eyes open than it did when they were shut.”
“Nonsense!” exclaimed I; “you are not awake yet.”
“Awake!” roared Toby, in a rage; “awake! You mean to insinuate I’ve
been asleep, do you? It is an insult to a man to suppose he could sleep
in such a place as this.”
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