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
This hostility on the part of the natives was extremely disconcerting,
for, although up to the present it had taken only a passive form, it
might at any moment become active, especially as we approached Ashanti
proper, where the people would naturally associate us with their
southern enemies. But still more disturbing to me was the attitude of
Annan, whose manner was hardly more friendly than that of the natives.
It was evident that my detection of his fraud had filled him with
hatred and rage, and Aba’s parting speech had not improved matters,
for, since leaving Pra-su, he had maintained a sullen silence, in
singular contrast to his usual boisterous garrulity, never once
speaking to me except to gruffly refuse some masa which I offered him,
with the remark that he “didn’t eat donkor chop.”
I could not help seeing, too, that my presence was an element of added
danger to our party, and that both he and the carriers would very
gladly be rid of me; so bearing in mind Aba’s warning, I determined to
keep a very sharp eye on my friend David Annan.
We pressed on during the day at a speed that was intolerably
fatiguing, and must have covered fully thirty miles before sunset,
which overtook us just as we reached a village called Akonsírrim. We
had passed several villages during the day, but had not attempted to
halt at them, hurrying through and taking our rest and food in the
forest, as far as possible from any human habitation.
At the entrance to Akonsírrim we were met by a party of armed men,
who appeared to be the only occupants of the place; but, although
their reception of us was grim enough, they were at length prevailed
upon by Annan to permit us to sleep in the village.
A little incident that had occurred during one of our halts had put me
more than ever on my guard. We had seated ourselves by the side of a
small stream to rest and take our afternoon meal, the packages having
been set down by the roadside, and as we sat I thought I could detect
the babbling of a waterfall at no great distance. When I had finished
eating I rose and strolled away into the forest to look for the fall,
but finding the bush impenetrable, returned almost directly. As I came
near the road, I could see our party through an opening in the
foliage, though I was invisible to them, and the first object that
caught my eye was friend Annan busily engaged fitting a key into the
lock of my trunk. He had just succeeded in unfastening it when I saw
him, and having lifted the lid was about to rummage among the
contents; but as I was most anxious that he should not see the bundle
of Hausa clothing, I put an end to his researches by loudly snapping a
twig, upon which he looked round, hastily closed and locked the box,
and went back to the stream, where I found him innocently munching
when I returned.
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