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
As they appeared to be coming to inspect me, I closed my eyes and
simulated sleep, and soon the glare of the light through my eyelids
and the sound of muttered conversation told me that the examination
was in progress.
The consultation over me was long and earnest and, although I spoke
hardly a word of the Ochwi or Ashanti language, I could make out that
they were debating as to who and what I was; and I gathered that they
were not far from the truth, for, when someone suggested “Fulani”
(Fulah), another voice, which sounded within a few inches of my face,
replied very positively, “Broni, Broni” (white man), and with this the
others seemed to agree.
I was very curious to know if I was to be among those distinguished by
the white marking, and held myself prepared to receive it without
starting; but at length the light grew fainter on my eyelids and the
voices receded, and, when I opened my eyes, the party was retreating
towards the entrance, where it vanished, leaving the cavern once more
in total darkness.
I pondered long over this mysterious visitation and what it might
portend.
That it boded no good to those eight or nine men who had been
distinguished by the white markings I had little doubt, but what its
meaning could be I was unable to conjecture, and I was still
speculating upon the subject when, in spite of my mental anxiety and
bodily discomfort, I fell asleep.
CHAPTER XV.
THE ABOASI MINE.
When I opened my eyes I appeared to be in absolute darkness, and for
a moment I could not remember where I was, but on attempting to move
my hands, their manacled condition at once recalled me to my
situation. A glance upward showed me the dim red glow upon the roof,
and when I turned over I looked upon a scene so strange and unreal
that it might well have been but part of a dream.
Before I had slept I had seen the cavern as it appeared during the
hours of rest; I now saw it in what I supposed to be its ordinary
working aspect.
As I looked forth from my alcove I gazed into a formless expanse of
gloom, in which shapes of deeper shadow moved to and fro. At what
seemed to be the centre of the cavern was a single spot of light, and
round this the strange lurid picture was grouped, and from this it
gradually faded away on all sides into a black void. This one spot of
light was an opening in the floor, and through it there streamed up a
bright glow, as if from an underground furnace, which being reflected
from the roof, lighted up the floor for several yards around quite
brilliantly.
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