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
Putting ourselves in walking order again, we plunged into the great
forest, which was full of ebony, barwood, India-rubber, and other
strange trees. About two miles from the Ovigui we reached a little
prairie, some miles long and a few hundred yards wide, which the natives
called _Odjiolo_. It seemed like a little island incased in that great
sea of trees.
What a nice little spot it would have been to build a camp under some of
the tall, long-spread branches of trees which bordered it! But there was
no time for camping. There were to be no stops during the daytime till
we reached the Apingi country.
A few miles after leaving the Odjiolo prairie we came to a steep hill
called Mount Oconcou. As we ascended we had to lay hold of the branches
in order to help ourselves in the ascent, and we had to stop several
times in order to get our breath. We finally reached a plateau from
which we could see Nkoumou-Nabouali Mountains. Then we surmounted the
other hills, with intervening plains and valleys, all covered with dense
forest, and at last found ourselves on the banks of a most beautiful
little purling mountain brook, which skirted the base of our last hill.
This nice little stream was called the Aloumy or Oloumy. Here we lit our
fires, built shelters, and camped for the night, all feeling perfectly
tired out, and I, for one, thankful for the nice camp we had succeeded
in building, for I needed a good night's rest.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
A GORILLA.--HOW HE ATTACKED ME.--I KILL HIM.--MINSHO TELLS A
STORY OF TWO GORILLAS FIGHTING.--WE MEET KING REMANDJI.--I FALL
INTO AN ELEPHANT-PIT.--REACH APINGI LAND.
The next morning we felt much refreshed, and once more entered the
forest, following a footpath which was sometimes good, but oftener very
bad. The country became more rugged and mountainous. On every side we
met beautiful little streams of water wending their way through the
woods. Very often we had to march in the bed of some purling brook, as
the easiest way we could find. This second day was exceedingly trying to
our feet, for we made our way the greatest part of the time through a
dense and gloomy forest. Several times we heard, at a great distance,
the roar of the gorilla and the heavy footsteps of elephants. We heard
also the cries of the nshiego-mbouvé, and now and then the shrill cry of
a monkey.
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