In the Wilds of AfricaKingston, William Henry Giles
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In the Wilds of Africa
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Africa -- Juvenile fiction
were laden with larger portions than any of the rest, which, I have no
doubt, were his share. This done, I again signified our wish to go down
the banks to look for the canoe; and at length, greatly to my
satisfaction, the chief and six of his companions began to move in that
direction. Natty and I hurried on as fast as we could walk, though,
indeed, had we not restrained our eagerness, we should soon have got
ahead of our companions. The distance to the falls was far greater than
I had supposed, for after we had gone some way we could still see the
cloud of mist rising above them. When we got abreast of the islands to
the south of the one we had landed on, we examined them narrowly; but no
sign of the canoe could we discover. It was difficult, however, at all
times to see across the river, on account of the thick wood which in
many places fringed the banks and overhung the water. "Oh, they cannot
be lost! they cannot be lost!" Natty exclaimed every now and then. I
could only reply, I hoped not; and still, as I saw the rapid current
rushing by, I dreaded to find my worst apprehensions fulfilled.
At length we got near the edge of the cataract. A dark ledge of rocks
ran, it appeared, across the stream, some rising high above the water,
which flowed with terrific force between them. There was, however, from
the western shore on which we stood a point which ran out for some
distance, and within this the water circled round, forming a back eddy.
My only hope was, from not having seen the canoe on any of the islands,
that she might have drifted into this eddy. We searched the shore on
every side, but nowhere was she to be seen. That she could possibly
have floated down the cataract without turning over, I feared was
impossible. We, however, continued our way, not without difficulty,
till we reached the lower level, and looking back, saw the stream
rushing over its rocky bed, making a fall and leaping madly downwards to
a depth of fifty or sixty feet, where it bubbled and foamed in a vast
caldron, which sent up unceasing clouds of spray high into the air.
Then after a time it began to flow more calmly, till it went gliding on
as if fatigued by its hurried course. We now more narrowly examined the
banks, not with any hope of finding our companions, but in the
possibility that the canoe might have been drifted on shore, and that we
might thus ascertain to a certainty their fate.
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