In the Wilds of AfricaKingston, William Henry Giles
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In the Wilds of Africa
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Africa -- Juvenile fiction
My companions now made signs to me that I might go on alone, as they did
not feel disposed to trust themselves within the village until they had
ascertained the disposition of the inhabitants. Leading the zebra, I
therefore walked on till I came in sight of a gate at the end of the
principal street, if I may so call it, it being always remembered that
the houses were only reed huts, and the gates were composed of rough
poles. As I neared it several people issued forth with javelins in
their hands, and, vociferating loudly, rushed towards me. My gun was
slung at my back, so I held up my hands to show that I had no intention
of attacking them. On this they somewhat slackened their pace, though
they still held their weapons in a threatening manner. I knew that my
best chance of safety was to advance boldly without showing any sign of
fear. This had the desired effect, and they now came on in a more
friendly manner. They showed signs of astonishment at seeing the zebra
in my company, and, I observed, paid me more respect from believing that
I had the power of taming an animal so generally untameable. We were
still at some little distance from the gates, when another person came
out. Seeing me, he rushed forward, and breaking through the people who
surrounded me, threw himself at my feet. Greatly to my delight I
recognised young Mango. Tears dropped from his eyes as he took my
hands.
"O massa, so glad! so glad!" he exclaimed, showing that he had not
forgotten his small knowledge of English.
"And Leo?" I asked, taking him by the hand; "where is he?"
"Gone! gone!" he answered.
My heart sank as I heard this.
"What! dead?" I exclaimed, the thought of the grief his death would
cause his sisters and Natty, indeed all of us, coming into my mind.
I was greatly relieved when Mango answered--
"No, massa, not dead; but gone away," and he pointed south.
"What I did any one come to take him away, or did he go all alone?"
"Yes, massa, all alone," said Mango. "He run away. Dey catchy me, and
bring back."
This was indeed disappointing. Still, I hoped that he might reach some
place of safety, or that possibly I might find him. On making further
inquiries of Mango, I ascertained that he had started only two days
before. Then I thought, perhaps he has gone towards Kabomba; I may
actually have passed him on the road.
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