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
Several days had been thus spent in the jungle, but we were now
compelled to hurry along, for we had no food. In the mean time we had a
view of some small prairies, and in one of them had seen villages, which
the Ashiras said were those of the Bakalai; but as Minsho and the rest
of the Ashiras did not want to go near them, we reentered the forest.
"The Bakalai here," said Minsho, who I could see was not gifted with any
great amount of bravery, "always stop and fight people." So we managed
to pass their villages unseen.
Minsho said we were approaching the country of the Apingi. He was not
mistaken. In the afternoon, while we were passing through dense woods,
we heard people talking not far from us, and I came suddenly on a man
who turned out to be Remandji, king of the Apingi.
At the sight of me he and his company stood silent and amazed for a few
minutes, when he began to dance about me in a most unroyal and crazy
manner, shouting again and again, "The spirit has come to see me! the
spirit has come to see my country!" He kept looking at me steadfastly,
and for a while I thought his majesty had gone out of his mind.
King Remandji looked like a very fine old negro. The question that arose
in my mind was, "How did the king happen to be in the woods?" His
majesty had come to fish in a neighboring creek, for kings here are
modest in their tastes, and was on his way to meet his wives, who had
been sent on before him. He knew Olenda's sons, and directed them to a
certain spot, and said he would be back that evening and bring his wives
with him.
We parted with the king, rejoicing in the prospect of having fish and
plantain for dinner. Meantime we went on, and when the evening came we
all began to feel somewhat anxious about our quarters. Game was said to
be plentiful in the forest, so I pushed a little out of the path, and,
thinking I had seen something like a gazelle, I stepped forward toward
it, when down into an elephant-trap I went, feeling quite astonished at
finding myself at the bottom of it. It was a wonder my gun did not go
off.
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