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
The first man deposited the light on the floor beside me and the three
fell to examining me attentively with a deal of talk and disputation;
and their gestures made it easy for me to follow the gist of their
discussion, which was as to whether or not my fetters required to be
loosened. Two of the men were evidently in favour of slackening the
cords, experience having, no doubt, taught them that when tight
lashings are kept on a limb for more than a certain time, either
mortification or incurable paralysis results; and as they pointed to
my swollen hands and feet and the deep grooves in the flesh in which
the cords were embedded, they appeared to be explaining this to my old
enemy, who, for his part, was manifestly unwilling that I should be
allowed even this relief. The more reasonable and humane councils,
however, prevailed and one of the men set about making the change.
My feet were first dealt with.
The tight cord lashings having been cut through, a long strand of
grass rope was wound round each ankle, securely but not uncomfortably
tightly, and tied, and the two anklets thus formed were connected by a
short length of cord. My feet were in this manner fastened together
quite firmly but without any painful or injurious ligature. The same
process was applied to my wrists, which were brought together in front
of my body with a play of about two inches between them, and this was
a great relief after having them tied closely to my sides for so many
hours.
When this welcome change had been made, one of the men produced a
calabash with half a dozen meal balls in it, and a very small pot of
water; but my hands were too numbed from the pressure of the cords to
allow me to either feed myself or take up the water jar, so the man
placed the calabash and jar on the ground by my side, and having tied
the halter, which still remained round my neck, to a large peg in the
ground, so that I could not sit up, they went away, taking the light
with them.
I observed now that the red glow was no longer visible upon the roof,
and when the fetish-men with their light were gone, the place in which
I lay was enveloped in total darkness. The hum of conversation
continued, but the sounds indicative of labour had ceased, and I
judged that the workers were settling down to rest.
After a time the talking ceased, and then a confused sound of snoring
and heavy breathing told me that the other occupants of the cavern
were asleep.
The numbness of my hands and feet gave place by degrees to a most
intolerable tingling, but it was a long time before I could move my
fingers in the smallest degree. Still it was an immense relief to have
my arms partly free and to be able to draw my knees up and turn over
on my side; so I rejoiced in my comparative freedom, changing my
position frequently, and vigorously chafing my hands between my knees
in the hope of regaining sensation and the power of movement.
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