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
CHAPTER XXIII.
I MAKE A CURIOUS DISCOVERY.
When I came to review my situation as I raked together the almost
extinct embers of last night’s fire, and coaxed them into life with
dry twigs and charred fragments, I could not but be dismayed at the
difficulties and perils with which I was surrounded.
Here I was, alone in the wilderness, without a morsel of provisions,
totally ignorant of the locality, quite unacquainted with the speech
of the forest peoples, and with but a hazy idea of the direction in
which I should turn my steps. True, I knew that far away to the south
lay the Gulf of Guinea and the European settlements; but between me
and the coast lay the whole width of the forest and the kingdom of
Ashanti.
I might perhaps succeed in making intelligible to the forest villagers
an inquiry as to the way to Cape Coast, but my judgment urged me to
give all villages a wide berth in my solitary and unprotected
condition. Then I might--taking the sun and stars as my guide--strike
due south, when sooner or later I must reach the sea--if I were
allowed to pass unmolested; but my experience of the treatment of
solitary strangers was far from reassuring, while the stories I had
heard of the sacrificial customs of Ashanti--stories that I had
largely verified--made a journey through that country seem a forlorn
hope indeed.
On the other hand I might, of course, retrace my steps, and endeavour
to overtake Musa and his people; but this would be to renew and extend
my wanderings into the interior of the continent, of which I was by
this time heartily sick. Besides, my mission was accomplished; I had
found the treasure and tested the truth of the narrative in Captain
Hogg’s journal, and now I yearned for the sight of a white face,
longed to hear the voices of my friends, and to be among people of my
own race.
No! However great the dangers, and however many the obstacles, the
passage of the forest must be made. The sea was my goal, and I must
keep my face resolutely towards the south. But how to reach the sea
was a problem that I found myself utterly unable to solve. In the
deepest perplexity I turned over the various alternatives that
presented themselves without hitting upon any feasible plan of action.
The obvious thing, however, being that I must obtain food without
delay, and the river furnishing the only means of my doing so, I took
my way thither, pursuing my reflections as I went.
Having found a comparatively deep pool some distance below the rapid,
I baited my hooks, and flinging them into the water, sat down on the
bank to wait for a bite.
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