Thousands, tens of thousands, of birds and reptiles, alligators, enormous bull-frogs, night-owls, ahingas, herons, whose dwellings were in the mud of the swamp, or on its leafy roof, now lifted up their voices, bellowing, hooting, shrieking, and groaning.  Bursting forth from the obscene retreat in which they had hitherto lain hidden, the alligators raised their hideous snouts out of the green coating of the swamp, gnashing their teeth, and straining towards us, while the owls and other birds circled round our heads, flapping and striking us with their wings as they passed.  We drew our knives, and endeavoured to defend at least our heads and eyes; but all was in vain against the myriads of enemies that surrounded us; and the unequal combat could not possibly have lasted long, when suddenly a shot was fired, followed immediately by another.  The effect they produced was magical.  The growls and cries of rage and fury were exchanged for howls of fear and complaint; the alligators withdrew gradually into their native mud; the birds flew in wider circles around us; the unclean multitudes were in full retreat.  By degrees the various noises died away.  But our torches had gone out, and all around us was black as pitch.

“In God’s name, are you there, old man?” asked I.

“What! still alive?” he replied with a laugh that jarred unpleasantly upon my nerves, “and the other Britisher too?  I told ye we were not alone.  These brutes defend themselves if you attack them upon their own ground, and a single shot is sufficient to bring them about one’s ears.  But when they see you’re in earnest, they soon get tired of it, and a couple more shots sent among them generally drive them away again; for they are but senseless squealin’ creturs after all.”

While the old man was speaking, he struck fire, and lit one of the torches.

“Luckily we have rather better footing here,” continued he.  “And now, forward quickly; for the sun is set, and we have still some way to go.”

And again he led the march with a skill and confidence in himself which each moment increased our reliance on him.  After proceeding in this manner for about half an hour, we saw a pale light glimmering in the distance.

“Five minutes more and your troubles are over; but now is the time to be cautious, for it is on the borders of these cursed swamps the alligators best love to lie.”

In my eagerness to find myself once more on dry land, I scarcely heard the Yankee’s words; and as the stepping places were now near together, I hastened on, and got a little in front of the party.  Suddenly I felt a log on which I had just placed my foot, give way under me.  I had scarcely time to call out “Halt!” when I was up to the arm-pits in the swamp, with every prospect of sinking still deeper.

“You will hurry on,” said the old man with a laugh; and at the same time, springing forward, he caught me by the hair.  “Take warning for the future,” added he, as he helped me out of the mud; “and look there!”