Lost in the Jungle; Narrated for Young PeopleDu Chaillu, Paul B. (Paul Belloni)
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Lost in the Jungle; Narrated for Young People
Du Chaillu, Paul B. (Paul Belloni)
Africa, West -- Description and travel; Africa, West -- Description and travel -- Juvenile literature
Olenda gave a quiet laugh, which I still recollect, for it came from his
hollow chest, and, if I had believed in witchcraft, I should have
certainly thought Olenda was a sorcerer. His people were afraid of him,
for no one could understand how he could have lived so long; all the
wives he had married when a young man had died long ago; there was not a
living man or woman in the country who knew him when he was a young man.
The mothers of these people he knew when they were babies.
After he had given that laugh, which ended in a sarcastic smile, he
looked me in the face and said, "You can not do it. No one has ever been
there; there is a mighty spirit living in those woods which prevents
people from passing. Besides, there is nothing to eat; there are no wild
beasts, no antelope, no wild boar. At the foot of the mountain there is
a tremendous waterfall, which drowns the roar of the gorilla."
"I must go," said I. So I talked to the Ashiras, and finally I managed,
by making presents and promising more on my return, to get guides enough
among the Ashira freemen to lead me through the impenetrable forests
which lay between the prairie and the mountain top.
Then we prepared ourselves for the journey. I had two fine axes, which I
filed and ground on soft stone in order to make them very sharp; also
several _manchettes_, or cutlasses, to help us to cut our way through
the jungle. I had several boxes of matches to light our fires, besides
fire-steel and flints, in case our matches should get wet. I also took
several wax candles, as it is much more easy to light the fires with
them. Likewise I took one heavy blanket, for I knew not what kind of
weather we should have on the mountains; as for my men, the fires would
be their blankets.
The heavy portion of our luggage was several hundred bullets, about
fifty pounds of shot with which to kill Guinea-fowls and other birds,
and about ten pounds of powder.
For food we had smoke-dried plantains, which had been cooked first, and
then dried on an orala by smoking them. We had also smoked cassada. This
kind of food, prepared in this way, would keep much longer and be much
lighter, so each man could carry a much greater quantity of it. We
wanted plenty of food. It was the first time I had seen plantain
prepared in that way.
We started in the midst of the cheers of the Ashira people, and, as we
disappeared down the hill, I saw Olenda looking after us with his body
half bent, and for all the world like some being of another planet.
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