Towards sunset we halted at a spot where we made preparations for
passing the night. Here we constructed a hut, in much the same way as
before, and crawling into it, endeavoured to forget our sufferings. My
companion, I believe, slept pretty soundly; but at daybreak, when we
rolled out of our dwelling, I felt nearly disqualified for any further
efforts. Toby prescribed as a remedy for my illness the contents of one
of our little silk packages, to be taken at once in a single dose. To
this species of medical treatment, however, I would by no means accede,
much as he insisted upon it; and so we partook of our usual morsel, and
silently resumed our journey. It was the fourth day since we left
Nukuheva, and the gnawings of hunger became painfully acute. We were
fain to pacify them by chewing the tender bark of roots and twigs,
which, if they did not afford us nourishment, were at least sweet and
pleasant to the taste.
Our progress along the steep watercourse was necessarily slow, and by
noon we had not advanced more than a mile. It was somewhere near this
part of the day that the noise of falling waters, which we had faintly
caught in the early morning, became more distinct; and it was not long
before we were arrested by a rocky precipice of nearly a hundred feet
in depth, that extended all across the channel, and over which the wild
stream poured in an unbroken leap. On either hand the walls of the
ravine presented their overhanging sides both above and below the fall,
affording no means whatever of avoiding the cataract by taking a
circuit round it.
“What’s to be done now, Toby?” said I.
“Why,” rejoined he, “as we cannot retreat, I suppose we must keep
shoving along.”
“Very true, my dear Toby; but how do you purpose accomplishing that
desirable object?”
“By jumping from the top of the fall, if there be no other way,”
unhesitatingly replied my companion; “it will be much the quickest way
of descent; but as you are not quite as active as I am, we will try
some other way.”
And so saying, he crept cautiously along and peered over into the
abyss, while I remained wondering by what possible means we could
overcome this apparently insuperable obstruction. As soon as my
companion had completed his survey, I eagerly inquired the result.
“The result of my observations you wish to know, do you?” began Toby,
deliberately, with one of his odd looks: “well, my lad, the result of
my observation is very quickly imparted. It is at present uncertain
which of our two necks will have the honour to be broken first; but
about a hundred to one would be a fair bet in favour of the man who
takes the first jump.”
“Then it is an impossible thing, is it?” inquired I, gloomily.
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