The golden pool : $b A story of a forgotten mineFreeman, R. Austin (Richard Austin)
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The golden pool : $b A story of a forgotten mine
Freeman, R. Austin (Richard Austin)
British -- Africa -- Fiction; Mines and mineral resources -- Fiction
This entertainment seemed to satisfy him for the present, and, with a
parting cut at my legs, he went out, leaving the door of the hut open.
The space in which the hut stood appeared to be a sacred precinct, for
the crowd had not followed beyond its border, and I could now see them
through the doorway, a half-naked, jabbering rabble, standing some
sixty yards away, pointing and gazing at the hut, just as a mob at
home hangs about the gates of a hospital when an accident case has
been admitted.
Presently I ascertained that my halter was just long enough to allow
me to sit down in the corner, so I lowered myself with great
care--lest in my helpless state I should slip and thus be
strangled--and seated myself on the bare earth. I had not been long in
this position when a monkey’s head was thrust cautiously round the
corner of the doorway. Soon another appeared, and then two more, and
so on until gradually the whole troop collected, grimacing and
chattering with the greatest concern and anxiety. Then they began to
creep in one by one, eyeing me cunningly and suspiciously all the
time, and sat down before me in a semicircle; and at length one
patriarchal male reached out his hand and pinched my leg, on which I
gave a sudden shout and the whole party bundled pell-mell out through
the door, barking, coughing and clucking in the wildest excitement.
They returned from time to time, to my excessive discomfort and
somewhat to my alarm, for if they had really mobbed me, I could have
made no sort of defence; but a sudden movement on my part always
caused them to decamp.
When I had been in the hut about three hours, I saw one of the
fetish-men approaching, followed by a lad who carried a large flat
calabash and an earthen jar. The calabash, I could see, contained some
kind of food, for the monkeys gathered round the lad, chattering
volubly and making snatches at him as he walked.
The fetish-man entered the hut and sat down on the floor, and the
calabash being placed beside him, he began to distribute its
contents--balls of coarse meal--among the monkeys, who came forward
quietly enough to receive their rations, and having each taken a ball
from his hand, ambled away to a little distance, and sat down to eat
it. When the monkeys were all served, the fetish-man laid the
calabash, which still contained a half-dozen balls, before me, and
stood the jar of water beside it; but perceiving that my fetters
prevented me from helping myself, he motioned to the slave boy to come
and feed me, and then went away. The slave, whom I judged, by the
elaborate pattern of incised lines on his face, to be a Dagómba, sat
down by my side, and, breaking the balls into suitable pieces, very
carefully inserted them into my mouth; and when I had finished eating
he held the jar of water to my lips while I took a long draught.
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