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
If I hoisted my anchor, the canoe would drift right on to him, and a
sudden movement on his part would be enough to send me to the bottom.
It was excessively awkward, for I was anxious to start, and equally
anxious to get away from his immediate neighbourhood. I thought of
trying the effect of a sudden shout, but I could not tell how he would
take it, and he was so very large. Presently he yawned, offering for
my inspection a most remarkable collection of very yellow teeth, and I
hoped he was becoming bored; but when he closed his cavernous mouth,
he resumed his consideration of the canoe with unabated interest.
As he was apparently a fixture, I set about extricating myself from my
unpleasant position. Putting the helm hard over and lashing it, I
began to slowly haul in the cable until the canoe swung round across
the current, clear of the hippopotamus. Then I dropped the sinker and
pulled up the anchor, and immediately my bark began to move obliquely
down stream and out into the main current.
The hippopotamus gazed regretfully at the retreating canoe, and when
it had passed some distance, to my dismay, he walked into the deeper
water and began to swim slowly after it. It was not long before he
came abreast and passed, when he turned his head up-stream and floated
down with his eyes fixed on the canoe, from which he maintained a
distance of a few yards. Clearly his intentions were not hostile; but,
although prompted apparently by mere curiosity, his proceedings caused
me considerable uneasiness, and I continued to watch him so closely
that I had drifted into a new danger without observing it.
Half-way down the reach that I had just entered, a long canoe was
putting off from the bank, and the eight or nine men in her had
evidently noticed my canoe, for they were standing up, staring in my
direction and pointing, while they shouted to some people on the
shore. As I came nearer I could see quite a considerable crowd on the
bank, and it was manifest that my vessel and its strange companion
were the objects of keen curiosity, for the people on the bank as well
as those in the canoe gazed steadily at the approaching phenomenon.
The hippopotamus floated on, stern foremost, all unconscious of the
spectators, while I, crouching inside the tilt (although the rain had
ceased), was concealed from view; but, as the native canoe was being
poled up on the shallow side of the river, apparently with the object
of intercepting my vessel, I thought it time to make my appearance. I
therefore tied on my wig (the horns of which rendered it highly
inconvenient inside the tilt), and as the canoe pushed off to meet me,
I thrust my head out through the opening.
The first person who saw me was a man in the bow of the dug-out, and
he announced his discovery by upsetting three of his companions in a
frantic attempt to get to the other end of the craft, and finally
falling on top of them yelling like a maniac.
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