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
He rolled the bark up carefully and tied it lightly on top of his load
that it might dry in the sun as we went along, and we then resumed our
journey, travelling on at a rapid pace until late in the afternoon,
when we entered a large village on the bank of the great river. Here,
while Fatima and Aminé were busying themselves with preparations for
the evening meal, Isaaku borrowed a small shallow bowl in which he
ground up some charcoal and a piece of gum with water, and having
obtained some fowl’s feathers, laid the collection before me, with the
bark, which he had cut up into pieces a few inches square.
They were not ideal writing materials, but I found that it was
possible to produce with them characters sufficiently distinct to
answer the purpose; so I got to work while the light lasted, and
wrote, from memory, on each of the squares of bark, the short but fine
and dignified introductory chapter to the Koran.
Our people gathered round and listened reverently while I read out the
words of praise and exhortation, and I then distributed one of the
squares to each of the men and to Fatima. The remainder, with the
exception of three which I kept for my own use, I made up into a
little package and handed to Isaaku, saying that perhaps he might like
to give them to some of his friends. He was delighted with the gift,
and most profuse in his thanks, and this being the last evening that I
was to spend in his company, he directed Fatima to prepare some
provisions for my use on the morrow. Then he took me aside to give me
some advice as to my future proceedings.
“Hast thou any friends in Bontúku?” he asked somewhat anxiously.
“I hope to meet some of my countrymen there,” I replied.
“I trust thou wilt,” said he uneasily, “for thou hast more piety and
learning than worldly wisdom, and art but poorly provided even for a
short journey.”
“Man bringeth nought into the world and taketh nought away with him,”
said I.
“That is true,” he replied. “But while he is in the world he needeth
food and raiment. Faith is precious, but it filleth not the belly.
However, here is a little store to carry thee to Bontúku, and may God
prosper thee and make thee as rich in the things of this world as thou
art in those of the next.”
He drew from the pocket of his _riga_ a small wicker bag full of
cowrie shells and put it into my hand.
“I like not to take thy _kurdi_,” said I hesitatingly. “Is it not
enough that thou hast fed me since I met thee by the way?”
“Not so,” he answered. “It is thou that hast fed us; besides thou
knowest that the amulets that thou hast given me shall bring a good
price among the merchants at Bori.”
I had not thought of this, and now rejoiced to have a fresh means of
getting a livelihood opened out to me; so I thanked Isaaku and
deposited the _kurdi_ in my pocket.
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