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
I had with me only the suit of clothes I wore and a spare pair of
pantaloons, for I was getting very poor, and my stock of garments left
at Olenda was small--indeed, it was so small that it was next to
nothing. My poor rags could hardly be kept together. At times we had to
pass through dense and very thorny jungles, where briers were as thick
as grass on a prairie, and the holes in my clothes left so many bare
spots that at every advance my scratched body bore witness of the hard
time we had had, and of the difficulties we should encounter if I
persisted in advancing into these mountains where there were no paths.
It came into my head that the Ashiras did not want to go; so I called
our men together, and, after lighting a bright fire, we talked over "the
situation," and then concluded that we had better return rather than
risk certain death by starvation.
We rested that night in the forest, and the next morning I gave the
order to return, feeling quite disappointed at my non-success. We set
out praying only that we might not starve. We still were in good
spirits, and laughed over our misfortune, although hunger began to
pinch us hard, and I can assure you it is not a very pleasant thing. We
were looking for berries every where, and the Ashiras for rat-holes and
mice-nests, for mice and rats are great dainties among them; squirrels
and monkeys, wild boars and antelopes, Guinea-fowls, parrots, and even
serpents, but nothing was to be seen. To make it worse, we lost our way.
We had been careless in not breaking boughs of trees when we followed
the elephant's tracks, and we got into the wrong track of other
elephants. Once lost in such a forest, the more you try to find your way
the more you generally get bewildered. At last I took my compass, and we
directed our steps, with its help, toward the south.
On a sudden, a cry of joy came from the Ashira. A bee's hive had been
discovered by one of the men. He pointed us to a big tree. "Look," said
he, "just where the branches start from the trunk. Don't you see bees
round there? There is a big hole there, and the bees have their hive in
it." As we saw the spot we all cried out, "Yes, there is a bee-hive."
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