The golden pool : $b A story of a forgotten mine — John Shaqi
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
“After he had been carried some distance he perceaved the air of a
sudden grow cooler as if he had entered some large building, and it
seemed that he was borne along some passage or corridor, for once his
head struck what seemed to be a stone ceiling. Presently, his bearers
halted and some of them seemed to descende a ladder, when the others
handed him downe, and so descending perhaps a dozen feet they came to
the level and started off again. Anon they came to another ladder and
again descended a couple of fathoms or so and off again along the
level. Presently the air became exceeding hot and stifling, and
wondrous foul-smelling, and in the midst of this heat and stench his
bearers halted and laid him on the grounde close by a wall. Then the
leathern bag was plucked from his head so that he could breathe
somewhat more freely, but he could see little as his bonds restrained
him from turning his head; but it seemed he was in some sorte of vault
or cavern and that of some size, and that there were others in the
place beside himselfe, for he could hear the murmur of voices around
and the sound of bellows blowing, and could perceave the glow of fire
on the roof and walls. Moreover, there was a noise as of the beating
of hammers, and sometimes the splash of water.
“In this place he remained lying without food or water for many
houres--a full day and nighte he surmiseth--and all that time no
person came nigh him save once, when two men came and examined him
narrowly, talking very earnestly the while, and then wente away. And
though he besought them most pitifully to give him water, he being
consumed with thirst, they answered him not, affecting not to
understand his speech, which was that of the Dena negroes. At length
the men came to him againe after many hours, and now they brought an
earthen jar, full of olde and soure palm wine, and a gourd shell to
drink from, and they gave him of the wine as much as he would drinke,
which was near upon two quarts. Whereupon the wine being, as I have
said, old and heady, he became quite drunk and straightway fell into a
deepe sleepe, from which he was violently awakened by feeling some
weapons thrust into his eyes, causing him great anguish. But being
still besotted with the wine he had drunk, he presently fell asleep
again. When he awoke he could feel that a clout had been tied over his
eyes (in which he had still much pain) and that his shackles had been
lightened. And now his keepers gave him both meate and drink in
plenty, although he had but little stomacke for food.
“At length, after many weary days of anguish and sickness, there came
certain persons who took off the clout from his eyes and cast off the
shackles from his limbs. Then, perceaving that he was blind, he put up
his hand to his eyes, and behold! the socketts were empty.
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