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
Presently they appeared round a curve in the road--three men, a woman
and a boy--and as they approached I saw Aminé come out from among the
trees and hold up a warning finger, saying something to them in a low
tone, on which they stopped and apparently questioned her. I sat
motionless as a graven image, and, as the strangers advanced slowly
along the path, I stared unwinkingly into vacancy as one who sees a
vision, and totally ignored their presence.
For their part, they halted in a row opposite me and gazed at me with
frank curiosity as though I were a museum specimen.
This was all very well for a minute or so, but when they all set down
their burdens on the ground that they might observe me at greater
ease, I felt that my position was becoming untenable. I could not
maintain that wooden stare for an indefinite time, in fact, the
corners of my mouth were inclined to twitch already; and as it would
be fatal to laugh, it was necessary to talk: wherefore I opened my
mouth and spake, as though pursuing some profound reflection.
“Moreover,” I commenced, by way of encouraging myself, “have not all
things their appointed places from which they depart not? Does the
river leave its bed and stray up the mountain? Does the moon outpace
the sun and the night tread upon the heels of day? Surely it is not
so. For if the night should struggle against the day and the stars
strive with the sun, then would the earth be confounded and the
infidel rejoice in the pride of his heart.”
I paused to observe the effect of my performance. The men looked at
one another in blank amazement, and one asked in tones of awe:
“Dost thou understand this, Isaaku?”
“Not I,” replied the other. “I am no scholar, and his words are
weighty and deep; but it is profitable to listen to the sayings of the
wise.”
“It seemeth to me,” broke in the boy--an urchin of about ten--“that
this yellow-skinned fellow talketh like an old woman that hath drunk
too much pittu,” whereupon one of the men dealt him a hearty cuff on
the head, and he hastily retreated behind his mother, from which
stronghold he silently defied me by gestures and horrid grimaces.
Seeing that my audience was eager for further samples of my wisdom, I
took up the thread of my reflections.
“And if these things be so; if the hippopotamus may not soar aloft
with the hawk, nor the tortoise perch upon the branch and carol to his
mate; so is it also with man. The housewife shall not sit in the
mosque nor the mallam fetch water from the well.
“These things are known unto the wise, but the foolish regard them
not, considering only the labour of the day or the profit of the
market. For the foolish pile up merchandise and kurdi and gold and
cattle that they may grow fat with much eating; but the wise man
hearkeneth unto the words of the Prophet and giveth alms of that which
is given to him, shareth his plenty with the needy, and giveth shelter
and raiment unto those that are houseless and naked.”
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