How I found Livingstone : $b Travels, adventures, and discoveres in Central Africa, including an account of four months' residence with Dr. LivingstoneStanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton)
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How I found Livingstone : $b Travels, adventures, and discoveres in Central Africa, including an account of four months' residence with Dr. Livingstone
Stanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton)
Africa, Central -- Description and travel; Livingstone, David, 1813-1873
Thinking that possibly I might meet with an adventure with a lion or a
leopard in that dark belt of tall trees, under whose impenetrable
shade grew the dense thicket that formed such admirable coverts for the
carnivorous species, I took a stroll along the awesome place with
the gunbearer, Kalulu, carrying an extra gun, and a further supply of
ammunition. We crept cautiously along, looking keenly into the deep
dark dens, the entrances of which were revealed to us, as we journeyed,
expectant every moment to behold the reputed monarch of the brake and
thicket, bound forward to meet us, and I took a special delight in
picturing, in my imagination, the splendor and majesty of the wrathful
brute, as he might stand before me. I peered closely into every dark
opening, hoping to see the deadly glitter of the great angry eyes, and
the glowering menacing front of the lion as he would regard me. But,
alas! after an hour's search for adventure, I had encountered nothing,
and I accordingly waxed courageous, and crept into one of these leafy,
thorny caverns, and found myself shortly standing under a canopy of
foliage that was held above my head fully a hundred feet by the shapely
and towering stems of the royal mvule. Who can imagine the position? A
smooth lawn-like glade; a dense and awful growth of impenetrable jungle
around us; those stately natural pillars--a glorious phalanx of royal
trees, bearing at such sublime heights vivid green masses of foliage,
through which no single sun-ray penetrated, while at our feet babbled
the primeval brook, over smooth pebbles, in soft tones befitting the
sacred quiet of the scene! Who could have desecrated this solemn, holy
harmony of nature? But just as I was thinking it impossible that any man
could be tempted to disturb the serene solitude of the place, I saw
a monkey perched high on a branch over my head, contemplating, with
something of an awe-struck look, the strange intruders beneath. Well, I
could not help it, I laughed--laughed loud and long, until I was hushed
by the chaos of cries and strange noises which seemed to respond to my
laughing. A troop of monkeys, hidden in the leafy depths above, had been
rudely awakened, and, startled by the noise I made, were hurrying away
from the scene with a dreadful clamor of cries and shrieks.
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