Stirring scenes in savage lands : $b An account of the manners, customs, habits and recreations, peaceful and warlike, of the uncivilised worldGreenwood, James
History
Stirring scenes in savage lands : $b An account of the manners, customs, habits and recreations, peaceful and warlike, of the uncivilised world
Greenwood, James
Anthropology
me from time to time to cast a momentary glance around me. I got on
my shoes and stockings as a protection against insects, then passed a
piece of cord loosely round the branch, so that I could pass my arm
through it and steady myself, and finally made preparations for repose
by kicking two places in the bark of the tree for my heels to rest
in. About eight o’clock I distinctly heard in the distance the hum
of human voices, and shouted to try and attract attention, but to no
avail; believing, however, that there were some huts near, I marked the
direction by a large tree. Feeling rather tired, I lay down on my face
along the branch, throwing my handkerchief over my head, and passing
each of my hands into the opposite sleeve, to prevent them from being
bitten, I was soon in a state of oblivion. I must have slept upwards of
four hours, when I awoke rather stiff, from my constrained position,
and had to try a change of attitude. To pass the time I lit a cigar,
and as I had but one, I only smoked half of it, carefully putting
back the remainder to serve for my breakfast. A dew was now falling,
crickets and frogs innumerable were celebrating nocturnal orgies; huge
mosquitoes, making a noise as loud as bees, were assaulting me on all
sides, and some large birds were roosting in the tree over my head. I
tried in vain to dose away the hours, but I had had my usual allowance
of sleep, and not being a bigoted partizan of the drowsy god, now that
I really required his aid, he refused to attend to my invocations. I
watched with most painful interest the rising and setting of various
constellations, and was at length delighted with the appearance of
Venus, showing that morning was now not far off. A fresh novelty
next presented itself, in the form of sundry denizens of the forest,
crowding to pay homage to their visitor. Howls of various degrees of
intensity continually reached my ears, some resembling more the high
notes of the hyæna with occasional variations, and others, very close
to me, being unquestionably in the deep bass of the leopard. I once
fancied that I saw a figure moving not far from me, but could not be
positive. As light began to suffuse itself over the eastern sky, my
nocturnal companions gradually retired, until at last I was left alone,
yet not solitary, for that I could not be as long as the incessant
buzzing in my ears told me that my Lilliputian winged antagonists
were yet unwearied in their attacks, and still unsatiated with blood.
At length as gray dawn was being supplanted by brighter daylight, I
ventured to descend from my roosting place, where I had spent, not
altogether without comfort, upwards of eleven hours. My first endeavour
was to find a footpath, and after a little search, I stumbled over a
little track, which, however, as it led in a wrong direction, I had
to abandon. A more prolonged investigation discovered another, very
narrow, and almost hidden by long grass, which after the heavy rain,
was lying right over it.
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