“Now, my friends,” said Dr. Ferguson, “we must look out for every thing
beforehand; we may be forced to leave this at any moment, unexpectedly,
and be off with extra speed. Dick had better remain, therefore, in the
car, and keep the cylinder warm so as to secure a sufficient
ascensional force for the balloon. The anchor is solidly fastened, and
there is nothing to fear in that respect. I shall descend, and Joe will
go with me, only that he must remain at the foot of the ladder.”
“What! are you going alone into that blackamoor’s den?”
“How! doctor, am I not to go with you?”
“No! I shall go alone; these good folks imagine that the goddess of the
moon has come to see them, and their superstition protects me; so have
no fear, and each one remain at the post that I have assigned to him.”
“Well, since you wish it,” sighed Kennedy.
“Look closely to the dilation of the gas.”
“Agreed!”
By this time the shouts of the natives had swelled to double volume as
they vehemently implored the aid of the heavenly powers.
“There, there,” said Joe, “they’re rather rough in their orders to
their good moon and her divine sons.”
The doctor, equipped with his travelling medicine-chest, descended to
the ground, preceded by Joe, who kept a straight countenance and looked
as grave and knowing as the circumstances of the case required. He then
seated himself at the foot of the ladder in the Arab fashion, with his
legs crossed under him, and a portion of the crowd collected around him
in a circle, at respectful distances.
In the meanwhile the doctor, escorted to the sound of savage
instruments, and with wild religious dances, slowly proceeded toward
the royal “tembe,” situated a considerable distance outside of the
town. It was about three o’clock, and the sun was shining brilliantly.
In fact, what less could it do upon so grand an occasion!
The doctor stepped along with great dignity, the waganga surrounding
him and keeping off the crowd. He was soon joined by the natural son of
the sultan, a handsomely-built young fellow, who, according to the
custom of the country, was the sole heir of the paternal goods, to the
exclusion of the old man’s legitimate children. He prostrated himself
before the son of the moon, but the latter graciously raised him to his
feet.
Three-quarters of an hour later, through shady paths, surrounded by all
the luxuriance of tropical vegetation, this enthusiastic procession
arrived at the sultan’s palace, a sort of square edifice called
_ititénya_, and situated on the slope of a hill.
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