They were also to act as a reserve, and were instructed to come rushing to our assistance when I signalled for them, yelling out their weird war-cry of "Warra-hoo-oo,--warra-hoo-oo!" I concluded that this in itself would strike terror into the hearts of our opponents, who were accustomed to see the whole force engaged at one time, and knew nothing about troops held in reserve, or tactics of any kind whatsoever.The native method of procedure, as, Ithink, I have already remarked, was usually to dash pell-mell at one another after the abuse and fight, until one side or the other drew blood, without which no victory could be gained.
Just before the battle commenced I had a real inspiration which practically decided the affair without any fighting at all.It occurred to me that if I mounted myself on stilts, some eighteen inches high, and shot an arrow or two from my bow, the enemy would turn tail and bolt.And so it turned out.As the armies approached one another in full battle array they presented quite an imposing appearance, and when a suitable distance separated them they halted for the inevitable abusive parley.Into the undignified abuse, needless to remark, I did not enter, but kept well in the background.The spokesman of my tribe accused the enemy of being without pluck--said that they were cowards, and would soon have their livers eaten by the invaders.There was any amount of spear-brandishing, yelling, and gesticulating.For these blacks apparently find it impossible to come up to actual fighting pitch without first being worked up to an extraordinary degree of excitement.
When at length the abuse had got perfectly delirious, and the first spear was about to be thrown, I dashed to the front on my stilts.
Several spears were launched at me, but my shield-bearers turned them on one side.I then shot half-a-dozen arrows into the enemy's ranks in almost as many seconds.The consternation produced by this flight of "invisible spears" was perfectly indescribable.
With a series of appalling yells the enemy turned and fled pell-mell.My men gave chase, and wounded many of them.In the midst of the rout (the ruling thought being always uppermost), it occurred to me that it might be a useful stroke of business to make friends with this vanquished tribe, since they might possibly be of service to me in that journey to civilisation, the idea of which Inever really abandoned from the day I was cast upon my little sand-spit.Furthermore, it flashed across my mind that if I made these nomadic tribes interested in me and my powers, news of my isolation might travel enormous distances inland--perhaps even to the borders of civilisation itself.
I communicated my ideas to my men, and they promptly entered into my views.They consented to help me with great readiness.While Iwas speaking with them, the vanquished warriors had re-formed into position some three or four hundred yards away, and were watching our movements with much curiosity.I now abandoned my stilts and my bow and arrows, and marched off with my chiefs in the direction of our late opponents.
As we approached, with branches in our hands as flags of truce, Isigned to the startled men that we wished to be friendly; and when we halted, several chiefs came forward unarmed from the ranks of the enemy to confer with us.At first they were much surprised at my overtures, but I soon convinced them of my sincerity, and they at length consented to accept my offers of friendship.They acknowledged at once my superiority and that of my men, and presently all the chiefs came forward voluntarily and squatted at my feet in token of subjection.The two armies then united, and we all returned to a great encampment, where the women prepared a truly colossal feast for conquerors and conquered alike, and the greatest harmony prevailed.It was magnificent, but I am sure it was not war.The braves of both sides decorated themselves with many pigments in the evening, and the two tribes united in one gigantic corroboree, which was kept up all night, and for several days afterwards.We remained encamped in this district for about a week, holding continuous corroboree, and each day becoming more and more friendly with our late enemies.The country abounded in game, and as the rivers were also well stocked with fish the supply of food was abundant.At the end of the week, however, we retired to our respective homes, but, strangely enough, I felt I could no longer settle down to the old life among my friendly blacks.
The old desire for wandering came over me, and I resolved that some day in the near future I would make yet another attempt to reach civilisation, this time striking directly south.For a time, however, I forced myself to remain content, accompanying the men on their hunting expeditions and going out fishing with my devoted Yamba.
