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
[Illustration: GIVING BEADS TO QUERLAOUEN'S WIFE.]
Obindji told me that he had heard Malaouen had gone on some trading
expedition. I had, therefore, only to regret not being able to see him
or Gambo, who had returned to his own country.
I missed them dreadfully, and I left word with Obindji to tell them to
come to the Ashira country after me.
I could not possibly remain, and all the entreaties of friend Obindji
could not make me stay. I must go to the Ashira country.
In the mean time, a new comer is to be one of the chiefs of the party.
Okendjo, an Ashira man, with Adouma, is going to lead us. Adouma
received very positive orders from the king to follow me to the Ashira
country. Wherever I go, he must not return without me.
With Bakalai and Goumbi people, amounting to thirty-two men all told, I
left the morning after my arrival for the Ashira land.
Okendjo was in his glory; he had conceived the brilliant idea of taking
the first moguizi into his country.
CHAPTER XXI.
LEAVE FOR ASHIRA LAND.--IN A SWAMP.--CROSS THE MOUNTAINS.--A
LEOPARD AFTER US.--REACH THE ASHIRA COUNTRY.
Early on that morning of my departure for the Ashira Land we were
awakened by the voice of friend Obindji, who was recommending Okendjo to
take great care of his "white man," and see that nothing should hurt
him.
We were soon under way, and, leaving the Ovenga, ascended the Ofoubou
River for three miles and a half, when we unloaded our canoes. Then we
struck off due east.
We had very great trouble in getting through the marshy lands which
border the river, for they were overflowed to the very foot of the
hills.
This was about as hard a piece of traveling as I ever had in my life.
The water was so yellow that I could not see to the bottom, which was
slimy clay, covering the roots of trees.
I hardly entered the swamp before down I seated myself in a manner I did
not like at all. I barely saved my gun from going to the bottom. My foot
had slipped on a root. Then I went tottering along, getting hold of all
the branches or trees I could reach, at the same time saying to myself
that I did not see the use of such a country.
I was in water from my knees to my waist; below my knees I was in mud. I
felt warm enough, for at every step I would go deeper into the sticky
mud, and it was difficult to get my feet out again. I took good care to
have Okendjo and two or three fellows go ahead of me. They had no
clothes, and if they tumbled into the water I did not care; they were
not long in drying off.
Finally we got through, and stood at the foot of a mountain ridge along
which, we may say, lay the route leading to Ashira Land. Here we gave
three cheers, and with cheery hopes I started once more for a _terra
incognita_.
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