Adventures of a Young Naturalist

CHAPTER XXXIII.. Thirst.--L'encuerado's Return.--the Description of

Thirst.--L'Encuerado's Return.--The Description of his Journey.--Janet, Verdet, and Rougette.--Hunting wild Horses.--Our last Adventure.--The Return. 483

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.

FRONTISPIECE.

We were just then passing through a plantation PAGE 28

At last, lagging a little, our party reached the foot of the mountains 44

The basket and its bearer chased one another down the hill 50

Almost immediately the foliage was pushed aside 56

On hearing the uproar two Indian women came running towards us 65

Behind us opened a dark, narrow ravine, with perpendicular sides 74

We now entered one of those glades 82

It was really a capital dinner 101

The dog began to howl desperately 114

A flock of vultures attracted our attention 121

Lucien loudly called out to me 126

Sumichrast halted near three gigantic stones 146

A labyrinth of rocks brought us out in front of a stony rampart more than a hundred feet in height 152

Sunset surprised us ere we had finished our labor 156

A shrub kept him from falling into the gulf 169

The cataract 174

Fall of Ingénio (from a drawing by the Marquis of Radepoint) 177

A tiger-cat bounded forward and seized the pheasant 191

The kite avoided the shock, and continued to rise in the air. 202

It looked like an immense pedestal, surmounted by two bronze statues 210

Above us, the trees crossed their branches 218

Then Sumichrast slid down the cord to the tree 223

I then ordered the Indian to light the fire 227

The wildest dreams could not picture a stranger style of architecture 241

Five or six skulls seemed to glare at me through their empty orbits 245

Crater of Popocatepetl 249

Our two scouts climbed some enormous heaps of rocks 262

The animal continued to retreat before him, and led him to the mouth of a cave 266

They were at once saluted by a platoon fire 273

I at once recognized the black sugar-cane snake 279

Following in Indian file, we ascended the course of the stream 287

The rocks came rolling down; dashing together under the impulse of a liquid avalanche 291

L'Encuerado set to work to plait us hats 295

I used to go iguana hunting with my brothers 301

The moon rose, and rendered the illusion more striking 307

The sand rose rapidly, whirling round and round 314

Everywhere the cactus might be seen assuming twenty different shapes 318

The water disappeared under a low arch 341

Four children appeared 346

An animal came tumbling down about ten paces from us 358

The sun was just setting 362

L'Encuerado was pressing his arm and uttering cries of pain 365

The Terre-Chaude was stretched out at my feet 373

And the Indian went away, saluting 379

I threw a stone at the beast 383

There was a whole tribe of monkeys frolicking about 397

I looked in vain for the cougar 403

L'Encuerado turned three somersets 407

It stood up on its hind legs 417

The bank to the right was covered with cranes, and that to the left with spoonbills 422

The head and bright eyes of a superb jaguar appeared about fifty paces from us 426

We now came upon some creeping plants 430

The monkey slid down, and fell dead at our feet 435

In front of us opened a glade, bordered by tall palm-trees 442

A band of peccaries were pursuing us 447

The banks of the river were covered with alligators 454

The Indian and his branch descended with a splash into the river 458

The entire drove dashed at full gallop into the stream 461

The reeds were pushed aside 468

The deer sank down under the weight of a puma 472

While the moon dimly lighted up the landscape. 475

Lucien began to repeat to the parrots the names of Hortense and Emile 479

We had to cross some muddy marshes 486

Also numerous Woodcuts embodied in, and illustrative of, the text.

INTRODUCTION.

The evening before leaving for one of my periodical excursions, I was putting in order my guns, my insect-cases, and all my travelling necessaries, when my eldest son, a lad nine years old, came running to me in that wheedling manner--using that irresistible diplomacy of childhood which imposes on fathers and mothers so many troublesome treaties, and which children so well know how to assume when they desire to obtain a favor.

"Are you going to make as long a journey as you did last month?" he asked.

"Longer, I think; for, as we are so soon leaving for Europe, I want to complete my collection as rapidly as possible. I know you will be a good boy during my absence, and obedient to your mother. You will think of me sometimes, will you not?"

"I should much prefer not to think of you," he responded.

"You would rather, then, that I staid at Orizava?"

"Oh no; I should like you to go, and--to go with you."

"What can you be thinking of? Before we were a mile on the road you would be knocked up, complaining of heat, thirst, fatigue--"

"That's quite a mistake, dear father. I know I should be very useful to you, if you would only take me. I could pick up wood, light the fire, and look after the cooking, besides catching butterflies and insects, both for your collection and mine."

"That's all very well; but the first time you were scratched by a thorn you would cry."

"Oh father! I promise you I will never cry, except when--I can't help it."

I could not resist smiling at this answer.

"Then it is a settled thing, and I am to go with you," exclaimed Lucien.

"We must consult your mother, and if she sees no objection, I--"

The child ran off without allowing me to finish my sentence.

While I went on cleaning my guns, I found that I was pleading with myself in favor of the little would-be traveller. I also remembered that when I was only seven years old I had travelled long distances on foot in company with my father, and to this early habit owed much of the power of accomplishing dangerous and fatiguing journeys, which would have frightened stronger men. I even persuaded myself that it would be useful, before leaving Mexico, to impress the memory of my son with a sight of some of the grand scenes of tropical nature, so that he should retain correct ideas of the wonderful country in which his infancy had been spent. I moreover knew that l'Encuerado, the gallant Indian who had been my servant for so many years, perfectly adored his young master, and would watch over him just as I should, and thus ward off any possible mishaps. On the other hand, I risked inspiring my son with that love of travel and adventure which had contributed materially to my scientific collection, but very little to my fortune. Nevertheless, what a wholesome influence is exercised over the mind by an almost unceasing struggle with the difficulties that beset one's course through an unknown country. Both the mind and body of my son must surely benefit by such an excursion, which might be curtailed if desirable. Soon after the boy returned, accompanied by his mother.

"What is all this about a journey, for which my consent is the only requisite?" asked my wife.

"Mine is needed too," I answered.

"Why not take him, dear? L'Encuerado has promised me that he will not lose sight of him for an instant."

"What! do you take his part?"

"He does long so much to go with you," she said.

"Be it so," I replied. "Get your clothes ready, for we must be off the day after to-morrow at daybreak."

Lucien was almost beside himself with joy. He rushed about the house from one end to the other; gave the servants much unnecessary trouble; leggings, boots, and a game-bag, he wanted; also a sword, a knife, insect-cases--in fact, a whole multitude of requirements. L'Encuerado, who was almost as rejoiced as the lad, cut him a travelling-staff, as strong and light as was requisite, and made him other auxiliaries necessary on such excursions. From this moment forward, Lucien was constantly running and climbing about all the rooms and the yards round the house, to accustom himself, as he said, to the fatigue of a long journey. At dinner-time he would take nothing but bread and water, in order to prepare his system for the meagre fare of the bivouac. In fact, I had to quiet him down by recommending more coolness to his excited little brain.

The eve of our departure arrived, and several friends came to bid me farewell. My son told them of all the great things he had determined to achieve--how he would crush the heads of scorpions, and with his sword cut down trees or kill serpents.

"If I tumble over the rocks," said he, "I shall only laugh at my bruises; and if we meet with any tigers--"

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