However, the sheik, surrounded by his court, proclaimed silence, and
pronounced a discourse, of which the doctor could not understand a
word. It was Arabic, mixed with Baghirmi. He could make out enough,
however, by the universal language of gestures, to be aware that he was
receiving a very polite invitation to depart. Indeed, he would have
asked for nothing better, but for lack of wind, the thing had become
impossible. His noncompliance, therefore, exasperated the governor,
whose courtiers and attendants set up a furious howl to enforce
immediate obedience on the part of the aërial monster.
They were odd-looking fellows those courtiers, with their five or six
shirts swathed around their bodies! They had enormous stomachs, some of
which actually seemed to be artificial. The doctor surprised his
companions by informing them that this was the way to pay court to the
sultan. The rotundity of the stomach indicated the ambition of its
possessor. These corpulent gentry gesticulated and bawled at the top of
their voices—one of them particularly distinguishing himself above the
rest—to such an extent, indeed, that he must have been a prime
minister—at least, if the disturbance he made was any criterion of his
rank. The common rabble of dusky denizens united their howlings with
the uproar of the court, repeating their gesticulations like so many
monkeys, and thereby producing a single and instantaneous movement of
ten thousand arms at one time.
To these means of intimidation, which were presently deemed
insufficient, were added others still more formidable. Soldiers, armed
with bows and arrows, were drawn up in line of battle; but by this time
the balloon was expanding, and rising quietly beyond their reach. Upon
this the governor seized a musket and aimed it at the balloon; but,
Kennedy, who was watching him, shattered the uplifted weapon in the
sheik’s grasp.
At this unexpected blow there was a general rout. Every mother’s son of
them scampered for his dwelling with the utmost celerity, and stayed
there, so that the streets of the town were absolutely deserted for the
remainder of that day.
Night came, and not a breath of wind was stirring. The aëronauts had to
make up their minds to remain motionless at the distance of but three
hundred feet above the ground. Not a fire or light shone in the deep
gloom, and around reigned the silence of death; but the doctor only
redoubled his vigilance, as this apparent quiet might conceal some
snare.
And he had reason to be watchful. About midnight, the whole city seemed
to be in a blaze. Hundreds of streaks of flame crossed each other, and
shot to and fro in the air like rockets, forming a regular network of
fire.
“That’s really curious!” said the doctor, somewhat puzzled to make out
what it meant.
“By all that’s glorious!” shouted Kennedy, “it looks as if the fire
were ascending and coming up toward us!”
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