Part 4 (1/2)
”And you, old man?” said I.
”Ah, I was right! Why sir what I am is plainly written on my face.
Surely you do not take me for a pagan! I might be a black man from Africa, or an Englishman, but an Indian--that, no! But a minute ago you had the goodness to invite me to smoke. How, sir, can a poor man smoke who is without tobacco?”
”Without tobacco--in Guayana!”
”Can you believe it? But, sir, do not blame me; if the beast that came one night and destroyed my plants when ripe for cutting had taken pumpkins and sweet potatoes instead, it would have been better for him, if curses have any effect. And the plant grows slowly, sir--it is not an evil weed to come to maturity in a single day. And as for other leaves in the forest, I smoke them, yes; but there is no comfort to the lungs in such smoke.”
”My tobacco-pouch was full,” I said. ”You will find it in my coat, if I did not lose it.”
”The saints forbid!” he exclaimed. ”Grandchild--Rima, have you got a tobacco-pouch with the other things? Give it to me.”
Then I first noticed that another person was in the hut, a slim young girl, who had been seated against the wall on the other side of the fire, partially hid by the shadows. She had my leather belt, with the revolver in its case, and my hunting-knife attached, and the few articles I had had in my pockets, on her lap. Taking up the pouch, she handed it to him, and he clutched it with a strange eagerness.
”I will give it back presently, Rima,” he said. ”Let me first smoke a cigarette--and then another.”
It seemed probable from this that the good old man had already been casting covetous eyes on my property, and that his granddaughter had taken care of it for me. But how the silent, demure girl had kept it from him was a puzzle, so intensely did he seem now to enjoy it, drawing the smoke vigorously into his lungs and, after keeping it ten or fifteen seconds there, letting it fly out again from mouth and nose in blue jets and clouds. His face softened visibly, he became more and more genial and loquacious, and asked me how I came to be in that solitary place. I told him that I was staying with the Indian Runi, his neighbour.
”But, senor,” he said, ”if it is not an impertinence, how is it that a young man of so distinguished an appearance as yourself, a Venezuelan, should be residing with these children of the devil?”
”You love not your neighbours, then?”
”I know them, sir--how should I love them?” He was rolling up his second or third cigarette by this time, and I could not help noticing that he took a great deal more tobacco than he required in his fingers, and that the surplus on each occasion was conveyed to some secret receptacle among his rags. ”Love them, sir! They are infidels, and therefore the good Christian must only hate them. They are thieves--they will steal from you before your very face, so devoid are they of all shame. And also murderers; gladly would they burn this poor thatch above my head, and kill me and my poor grandchild, who shares this solitary life with me, if they had the courage. But they are all arrant cowards, and fear to approach me--fear even to come into this wood. You would laugh to hear what they are afraid of--a child would laugh to hear it!”
”What do they fear?” I said, for his words had excited my interest in a great degree.
”Why, sir, would you believe it? They fear this child--my granddaughter, seated there before you. A poor innocent girl of seventeen summers, a Christian who knows her Catechism, and would not harm the smallest thing that G.o.d has made--no, not a fly, which is not regarded on account of its smallness. Why, sir, it is due to her tender heart that you are safely sheltered here, instead of being left out of doors in this tempestuous night.”
”To her--to this girl?” I returned in astonishment. ”Explain, old man, for I do not know how I was saved.”
”Today, senor, through your own heedlessness you were bitten by a venomous snake.”
”Yes, that is true, although I do not know how it came to your knowledge. But why am I not a dead man, then--have you done something to save me from the effects of the poison?”
”Nothing. What could I do so long after you were bitten? When a man is bitten by a snake in a solitary place he is in G.o.d's hands. He will live or die as G.o.d wills. There is nothing to be done. But surely, sir, you remember that my poor grandchild was with you in the wood when the snake bit you?”
”A girl was there--a strange girl I have seen and heard before when I have walked in the forest. But not this girl--surely not this girl!”
”No other,” said he, carefully rolling up another cigarette.
”It is not possible!” I returned.
”Ill would you have fared, sir, had she not been there. For after being bitten, you rushed away into the thickest part of the wood, and went about in a circle like a demented person for Heaven knows how long. But she never left you; she was always close to you--you might have touched her with your hand. And at last some good angel who was watching you, in order to stop your career, made you mad altogether and caused you to jump over a precipice and lose your senses. And you were no sooner on the ground than she was with you--ask me not how she got down! And when she had propped you up against the bank, she came for me. Fortunately the spot where you had fallen is near--not five hundred yards from the door. And I, on my part, was willing to a.s.sist her in saving you; for I knew it was no Indian that had fallen, since she loves not that breed, and they come not here. It was not an easy task, for you weigh, senor; but between us we brought you in.”
While he spoke, the girl continued sitting in the same listless att.i.tude as when I first observed her, with eyes cast down and hands folded in her lap. Recalling that brilliant being in the wood that had protected the serpent from me and calmed its rage, I found it hard to believe his words, and still felt a little incredulous.
”Rima--that is your name, is it not?” I said. ”Will you come here and stand before me, and let me look closely at you?”
”Si, senor.” she meekly answered; and removing the things from her lap, she stood up; then, pa.s.sing behind the old man, came and stood before me, her eyes still bent on the ground--a picture of humility.