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
“When the strange men were about to carry Almeida across the river
(which they presently did by way of a bridge formed from a single
great tree), the chief wizard came and took from each of them his
staffe and cast it on to a great pile of staves that is hard by the
river, for it seemeth that the River God will not suffer any person to
carry a rod or staff across the water. Then they passed over the
bridge, and each of the men shook out into the streame a small bag of
gold dust for a toll or due to the River God. From Tanosoo they
journeyed yet two daies more in the wildernesse, keeping near to the
river, whiche they crossed once each day, and on the second evening
they came to a place where was a large poole or lake, at one end
whereof was a great rock of red stone having two points like the horns
of a bull or the teeth of an elephant. From the face of this rock a
streame or fountain of muddy, red-coloured water poured into the
poole, and so, Almeida thinketh, formed the headwater of the river. At
this place, which is called Aboassy, that is, ‘the place by the rock,’
strange and terrible things befell him; for he was but just come to
the shoare of the poole when there came forth from the bushes four men
of the most frightfull appearance and advanced to him. Each of these
men--if men they were and not devils--was cloathed in a long robe of
grass, and his face hidden by a painted maske with bull’s horns most
horrible to look upon. When the magicians--or devils--had spoken
awhile with Almeida’s captors, a drum was beaten, and forthwith a
great shouting arose, and there came forth from the bushes men, women,
and children to the number of three or four score, all dressed
fantastically in petticoates of unwoven grasse, and bearing some kind
of rattles upon their wristes and ankles. These people formed a ring
around Almeida and commenced to chant a stave of musick like a psalm,
repeating it again and again and keeping time thereto by clapping
their hands and shaking their rattles. All the time they continued
slowly pacing or shuffling round like children playing in our country;
and the magicians having knelt on the ground before Almeida, nodded
their great maskes in time with the musick.
“On a sudden, the four wizards arose and uttered a most dismall howle,
and then withoute any warning Almeida felt himself seized from behind,
and instantly a leathern bag was drawn over his head so that he could
neither see nor cry out, and, indeed, scarcely breathe; his armes and
legges were pinioned afresh with rope, and he felt himself lifted from
the ground and borne away.
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