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
In great perplexity I pondered upon the problem as I paced up and down
before my house. At length I received a suggestion from an unexpected
quarter. In a moment of idleness I had taken the skull of the antelope
from the river, where the fish had picked it clean, and fixed it as an
ornament above my door; and happening now to glance at it in passing,
and again being struck by its resemblance to the image by the pool, I
suddenly conceived the idea of sheltering myself behind the
superstitions of these forest natives. I remembered the effect the
encounter with that hideous effigy had had upon Alhassan--Mahommedan
as he was; doubtless upon an actual worshipper of the river god the
effect would have been even greater.
Then why should I not turn river god myself? No place of residence
could be more appropriate to such a deity than the island on which I
lived.
I sniggered a good deal at the notion, which nevertheless commended
itself to my judgment; and as the light was waning, I hastily
collected the materials for manufacturing a suitable “make up,” and
took them into the house. They consisted of a length of curved timber,
left over from the canoe frame, a quantity of odds and ends of fibre
that had been cut off in sewing the bark together, and one or two
furry skins of animals that I had eaten; and with these I spent a busy
evening by the firelight preparing for my apotheosis on the morrow.
But when the morrow came, and I looked at the absurd productions of my
labour--which appeared for all the world like the properties from some
amateur pantomime--I was inclined to pitch them into the river, so
preposterous did the whole thing seem. The “make up” included a cap or
wig of mixed fur and rubbed fibre, very flowing and dishevelled, to
which was attached a pair of curved horns of hard wood and a beard
that concealed the fastenings. I had also made a kilt of the same
materials, as I should have to discard my clothes--which, indeed,
would be little loss, for they were by this time a mere archipelago of
holes.
Presently I summoned up courage to try the ridiculous things on, and
when I had tied the wig securely in its place and exchanged my rags
for the kilt, I went round to the little bay, and stooping over the
bank, examined my reflection in the still water. The hideousness of my
appearance quite startled me, and I realised for the first time how
haggard and emaciated I had become with all this hard work, anxiety,
and low diet; and as the wig caused me little discomfort and the kilt
none at all, I decided to keep them on for the present.
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