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
So strongly did the idea begin to take hold of me, that my excitement
made me restless, and as I had now caught two fish, and was secure
from immediate starvation, I arose, and winding up my lines, began to
wade through the shallows, searching the banks for a suitable place to
take up my abode in while the coracle was being made.
The river was, as I have said, but a small stream, formed by the
confluence of a number of tiny brooks; but its banks rose pretty
steeply for fully seven feet above its present level, showing that in
the rains it carried a large body of water. I had wandered down nearly
half a mile when I found the banks receding on either side as the
river grew rapidly wider, and then the stream appeared to divide into
two. At first I supposed that a tributary had entered it, but on going
to the fork and observing that the water flowed down each side, I
perceived that the river had really divided, and I had no doubt that
the central portion of land was an island. In order to ascertain if
this was the case I took the left-hand division, scanning the banks
closely as I went, and as I proceeded the stream continued to widen
out, forming a lake-like expanse, the appearance of which impressed me
with a strange sense of familiarity. Presently I set my foot upon a
hard, smooth body, the feel of which I knew at once. It was an
affaní, and as I picked the mollusc up and dropped it into my wicker
bag, the chain of association was complete. I felt certain that this
was the very place where Bukári Moshi and I had crossed with the bags
of gold upon our heads.
With my heart thumping with excitement and anxiety, I splashed across
the stream to the bank of what I believed to be the island, and wading
along the shore, looked for the landing place. Presently I came to a
spot where the bank shelved down more gradually, and running up the
incline, found at the top a wide stretch of level ground covered with
soft moss. Surely this was the place; there could be no doubt about
it; but yet so intense was my excitement and my fear of a
disappointment that I hardly had the courage to look for the crucial
proof. At length I summoned up my nerve, and casting my eyes across
the river, at once made out a tall oil palm rising out of the
undergrowth, and near to it a lofty silk-cotton. Between the two stems
was an opening in the foliage, through which I could see some high
ground in the distance. I drew off a few paces to the left, but the
two stems approached and came into one line. Then I stepped away to my
right, and as the stems separated, the hill became more visible, until
suddenly there appeared through the opening a patch of red cliff on
the hillside. It was the cliff on to which the tunnel opened.
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