“Well, we’ve no lack of water, nor the desert to fear, anyhow, master,”
said Joe.
“No; but there are races here still more to be dreaded.”
“Why!” said Joe, again, “there’s something like a town.”
“That is Kernak. The last puffs of the breeze are wafting us to it,
and, if we choose, we can take an exact plan of the place.”
“Shall we not go nearer to it?” asked Kennedy.
“Nothing easier, Dick! We are right over it. Allow me to turn the
stopcock of the cylinder, and we’ll not be long in descending.”
Half an hour later the balloon hung motionless about two hundred feet
from the ground.
“Here we are!” said the doctor, “nearer to Kernak than a man would be
to London, if he were perched in the cupola of St. Paul’s. So we can
take a survey at our ease.”
“What is that tick-tacking sound that we hear on all sides?”
Joe looked attentively, and at length discovered that the noise they
heard was produced by a number of weavers beating cloth stretched in
the open air, on large trunks of trees.
The capital of Loggoum could then be seen in its entire extent, like an
unrolled chart. It is really a city with straight rows of houses and
quite wide streets. In the midst of a large open space there was a
slave-market, attended by a great crowd of customers, for the Mandara
women, who have extremely small hands and feet, are in excellent
request, and can be sold at lucrative rates.
At the sight of the _Victoria_, the scene so often produced occurred
again. At first there were outcries, and then followed general
stupefaction; business was abandoned; work was flung aside, and all
noise ceased. The aëronauts remained as they were, completely
motionless, and lost not a detail of the populous city. They even went
down to within sixty feet of the ground.
Hereupon the Governor of Loggoum came out from his residence,
displaying his green standard, and accompanied by his musicians, who
blew on hoarse buffalo-horns, as though they would split their cheeks
or any thing else, excepting their own lungs. The crowd at once
gathered around him. In the mean while Dr. Ferguson tried to make
himself heard, but in vain.
This population looked like proud and intelligent people, with their
high foreheads, their almost aquiline noses, and their curling hair;
but the presence of the _Victoria_ troubled them greatly. Horsemen
could be seen galloping in all directions, and it soon became evident
that the governor’s troops were assembling to oppose so extraordinary a
foe. Joe wore himself out waving handkerchiefs of every color and shape
to them; but his exertions were all to no purpose.
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