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
Immediately the tree was ascended, the bees smoked, not out, but in, for
we wanted plenty of food; the combs were brought down, for the man who
ascended the tree had provided himself with large leaves and native
cords to put the honey in, which he did, tying several parcels round his
neck. As soon as he came down I put my hands on my revolvers and said,
"I would blow out the brains of any one who should touch the honey
before I gave it to him." So every thing was put before me. I unfolded
the large leaves, divided the honey in exactly equal portions for each
of us, not forgetting to put in the mixture the dead smoked bees, the
worms, the comb, the honey, and the dirt that was among it, for in that
way we had more of it. It was delicious! perfectly splendid! dead bees,
honey, wax, dirt, worms, went down as fast as we could possibly eat
them, and when done, I declared, "I wish, boys, we had more of this
honey." This suggestion of mine was responded to by a vigorous hurra,
all shouting, Rovano! rovano! "That is so, that is so."
We got up after our meal, all feeling rather the better for it. I said
to myself, as I rose and felt a good deal more elasticity in my legs,
"After all, honey eaten in the way we have done is far more
strengthening than fine honey, that is so clear and clean." It is
wonderful, Young Folks, how a few days of starvation sharpens the
appetite. You can not understand it till you have gone through the
ordeal of hunger.
In the afternoon, just after descending a hill, we came to a very thick
part of the forest. We were all silent, for we wanted to kill game, when
suddenly one of the men close to me made us a sign to stop and keep
perfectly still, his face showing excitement and fear. I stopped and
looked at him. Without saying a word, he pointed me to a tree. I looked,
and could see nothing; I was looking at the wrong tree. He came close to
me, and whispered the word ngègo (leopard). I looked in the direction
indicated. Truly there was a magnificent leopard resting flat on the
immense horizontal branch of a tree not more than fifteen or twenty feet
from the ground.
We had narrowly escaped, for we had to pass under that tree. The leopard
had seen us, and was looking at us, as if to say, "Why do you disturb me
in my sleep?" for I suppose, as they move but seldom in the daytime, he
intended to remain there for the day. His long tail wagged; he placed
himself in a crouching position, ready to spring on some of us, hoping,
I dare say, thus to secure his dinner. His glaring eyes seemed to look
at me, and, just as I thought he was ready to spring, I fired between
his two eyes, and the shot went right through his head, and down he fell
with a heavy crash, giving a fearful groan. He tried to get up again,
but another shot finished him, and then the tremendous war-shouts of the
Ashiras rang through the forest. I shot that leopard at a distance of
not more than eight or ten yards.[B]
[B] See Frontispiece.
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