Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 7Sylvester, Charles Herbert
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Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 7
Sylvester, Charles Herbert
Children's literature; Literature -- Collections
I had not been at the village long before news came that gorillas had
been recently seen in the neighborhood of a plantation only half a mile
distant. Early in the morning of the twenty-fifth of June, I wended my
way thither, accompanied by one of my boys, named Odanga. The plantation
was a large one, and situated on very broken ground, surrounded by the
virgin forest. It was a lovely morning; the sky was almost cloudless,
and all around was still as death, except the slight rustling of the
tree tops moved by the gentle land breeze. When I reached the place, I
had first to pick my way through the maze of tree stumps and half-burnt
logs by the side of a field of cassada. I was going quietly along the
borders of this, when I heard, in the grove of plantain trees towards
which I was walking, a great crashing noise, like the breaking of trees.
I immediately hid myself behind a bush, and was soon gratified with the
sight of a female gorilla; but before I had time to notice its
movements, a second and third emerged from the masses of colossal
foliage; at length no less than four came into view.
They were all busily engaged in tearing down the larger trees. One of
the females had a young one following her. I had an excellent
opportunity of watching the movements of the impish-looking band. The
shaggy hides, the protuberant abdomens, the hideous features of these
strange creatures, whose forms so nearly resemble man, made up a picture
like a vision in some morbid dream. In destroying a tree, they first
grasped the base of the stem with one of their feet, and then with their
powerful arms pulled it down, a matter of not much difficulty with so
loosely formed a stem as that of the plantain. They then set upon the
juicy heart of the trees at the bases of the leaves, and devoured it
with great voracity. While eating they made a kind of clucking noise,
expressive of contentment. Many trees they destroyed apparently out of
pure mischief. Now and then they stood still and looked around. Once or
twice they seemed on the point of starting off in alarm, but recovered
themselves and continued their work. Gradually they got nearer to the
edge of the dark forest, and finally disappeared. I was so intent on
watching them, that I let go the last chance of shooting one almost
before I became aware of it.
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