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Updated: June 3, 2025
A quarter of a mile away I came upon a scene that filled me with amazement. There was Yamba surely the most devoted wife a man, civilised or savage, ever had struggling in the midst of quite a crowd of blacks, who were yelling and trying forcibly to drag her away. At once I saw what had happened.
In the throes of fever A ghastly discovery Pitiful relics A critical moment Yamba in danger A blood bath A luxury indeed Signs of civilisation The great storm Drifting, drifting Yamba's mysterious glee A dreadful shock "Welcome home!" My official protectors Myself as a cannibal war chief Preparations for battle A weird apparition Generosity to the vanquished The old desire.
The log showed a total of 102 miles between the Sharms Yaharr and El-Wijh, or 107 from the latter to El-Muwaylah. "El-Wijh," meaning the face, a word which the Egyptian Fellah perverts to "Wish," lies in north lat. 26 14'. It is the northernmost of the townlets on the West Arabian shore, which gain importance as you go south; e.g., Yamba', Jeddah, Mocha, and Aden.
Yamba willingly consented to accompany me, and one day I set off on the sea once more, my faithful wife by my side, carrying her net full of odds and ends, and I with my bow and arrows, tomahawk, and stiletto; the two latter carried in my belt. I hoped to come across a ship down among the islands, for my natives told me that several had passed while I was away.
Oddly enough, Yamba, far from manifesting any jealousy, seemed to take as much interest as any one in the proceedings, and after everything was over she led my new wife away to the little "humpy," or hut, that had been built for me by the women.
Finally, I decided there was nothing left for me but to acquire five more helpmates, who were of the greatest assistance to Yamba. Of course, the constant topic of conversation was our ultimate escape overland; and to this end we made little expeditions to test the girls' powers of endurance.
We landed on several of these, and on one it might have been Bigges Island I discovered a high cairn or mound of stones erected on the most prominent point. Yamba told me that this structure was not the work of a native. She explained that the stones were laid too regularly.
These tracks at times wandered about zigzag fashion, and led us considerable distances out of our course, but, all the same, we dare not leave them. Not only was water all but unobtainable here, but our skin was torn with thorns at almost every step. Yamba was terribly troubled when she found she could no longer provide for my wants.
No matter how much grass poor Yamba brought me as covering, I never could get warm, and so now I thought I would try some animal heat. Scarce had life left the body of the prostrate bull before I ripped open the carcass between the fore and hind legs; and after remarking to Yamba, "I am going to have heat this time," I crawled into the interior.
The arrow fairly transfixed his right eye, causing him to pull up on his haunches, and roar with pain. Yamba, full of anxiety, hurried down her tree; but she had scarcely reached the ground when the baffled bull wheeled and charged her, with more fury than ever. She simply glided behind a tree, and then I showed myself and induced the bull to charge me once more.
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