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
The party had by this time reached the bank opposite the island, where
they halted for a few minutes to reconnoitre. I now introduced myself
to their notice by peeping furtively from behind a tree until they
observed me, when I drew back my head, and taking advantage of the
ridge, suddenly appeared in a different place, while they were still
staring at the tree. These sudden eclipses and reappearances, together
with my uncanny aspect, seemed to have a highly disturbing effect on
their nerves, for when the fetish-man at length took up his musket and
stepped into the water, they were very reluctant to follow. However,
the priest, who seemed in no way alarmed, would not listen to their
objections, and presently the whole party began to advance across the
shallows. The river had risen considerably of late, and the men were
soon immersed above their waists; and as the current ran rather
swiftly, they had to step cautiously.
As soon as the advance actually commenced, I got ready my catapult
(which, by the way, I had gradually improved from the form that I
first devised, into a most formidable weapon, in the use of which I
had indeed become very expert), and waited behind the ridge until they
should come within easy range. They came forward slowly in single
file, holding their muskets up clear of the water, the fetish-man
leading by a few paces.
When the priest had reached the middle of the ford, and paused for a
moment to reconnoitre, I considered that he had come far enough, so,
taking careful aim at his chest, I let fly a good-sized quartz pebble,
which went home with a sharp thud. With a piercing yell the fetish-man
spun round, and fell plump into the water, discharging his musket as
he fell, right over the shoulder of the man behind him. He was up
again in a moment, spluttering and choking, brandishing his dripping
musket, and roaring to his followers to avenge him. But they were in
full retreat. They had not seen the missile, but only its effects; and
three of them had been hit by the slugs from the priest’s musket.
Therefore they were executing a rapid strategic movement to the rear.
The fetish-man stood in mid-stream bellowing for them to come back,
but as they took no notice of him, he seemed inclined to follow them.
I helped him to make up his mind by discharging another pebble, which
struck him in the back; on which he uttered such a terrific screech,
that the warriors all broke into a run, and, scrambling up the bank,
vanished into the forest, followed closely by their leader.
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