Dead Man's Land: Being the Voyage to Zimbambangwe of certain and uncertain blacks and whitesFenn, George Manville
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Dead Man's Land: Being the Voyage to Zimbambangwe of certain and uncertain blacks and whites
Fenn, George Manville
Africa -- Fiction; Hunting stories; Travel -- Fiction
Quite a minute elapsed before they heard another hail, and by this time
the two boys had pulled themselves together a bit, enough to respond
with double the vigour of before, while ere many minutes had passed a
steady interchange of calls made the task of the searchers so easy that
the gleam of a lantern appeared, to be followed by the report of a gun,
and this time there was a perfect volley of the strange echoes.
"Hear that?" cried Dean, in his natural voice.
"Hear it? Yes?"
Dean uttered a gasp as if he were swallowing something that was hard,
and then with a laugh he said, "Mark, old chap, isn't it queer! That
seems to be the jolliest sound I ever heard in my life."
"Yes," said Mark coolly; "but we have got a long walk before us, and no
end of stones to climb, and I expect we shall get into a precious row."
"Never mind the row, old fellow. I wonder what they've got for supper!"
CHAPTER THIRTY SIX.
THE PIGMY'S DIVE.
The party were seated in their shelter close under the highest wall of
the ancient ruins, well screened from the ardent rays of the tropic sun,
which had not yet risen sufficiently high to interfere with their
comfort, and for about the third time the boys were giving their account
of the previous evening's adventure, with nothing more visible to show
than a few scratches from the stones and the traces of pricks from the
many thorns, when the doctor said, as if he were delivering a lecture,
and frowning severely the while, "Care, care, care. If ever our eyes
should be called upon to carefully discriminate where we are going,
there never can be such need for discrimination as here."
"You are right, doctor," said Sir James. "You must be careful, boys;
eh, doctor?"
"Yes," said the latter. "You see, we have done nothing yet to clear
away the tangle of growth that covers the stones and the remains of old
buildings. I fully believe that this place is honey-combed with
passages and cell-like remains, and that there may be dozens of old
wells and other reservoirs of water. There is the little river yonder,
of course, but if, as I fully believe, this place for miles round was
all roughly and strongly fortified, it seems quite probable that the
inhabitants, who were gold-seekers, were in the course of generations
besieged by the many enemies who coveted their wealth and resented the
coming of strangers to settle in their land. If this were the case, in
this heated district water would have been most valuable, and the
approaches to the river were doubtless guarded by the enemy. Thinking
of all this, one sees good reason for the existence of such a well-like
place as you encountered yesterday."
"Yes," said Sir James, "and I quite agree with you, doctor, that if we
could find them where they are buried by the old buildings that have
crumbled in, and overgrown by bushes and creepers, there are scores of
such places."
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