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 sleeping quarters assigned to us at Akonsírrim were in one of the
curious native houses, built, after the Ashanti fashion, on a platform
of clay and having only three walls, the fourth side being open like
the stage of a theatre. In this airy chamber I lay down on a heap of
dry grass that covered the hard clay floor and composed myself as if
for sleep, but although I half closed my eyes, my suspicions of my
companion kept me wide awake. Presently Annan came and lay down at the
other end of the hut; but he did not fall asleep as was his wont, for
although he lay quite still and breathed heavily, I knew that he was
listening to my breathing. I therefore simulated a gentle snore, and
mumbled occasionally as though I were dreaming, and sure enough my
friend began presently to crawl softly across the hut towards me. I
was in doubt now whether I had not better seize him and bang his head
against the wall without more ado, but perceiving by the dim starlight
that his hands were empty, I decided to see what his intentions were
before committing myself. He crept on silently to my side, and, rising
on to his knees, examined me narrowly; then he commenced to stealthily
paw me over until his hand lighted on the bulging caused by the purse
and clasp-knife in my trousers pocket. This was evidently the object
of his search, for, having found it, he began to insinuate his fingers
into the opening of the pocket; but at this point I gave a deep sigh
and turned over, whereupon he scrambled noiselessly across the hut and
lay down once more. He made no attempt to come to me again, and very
soon his resounding snores told me that he was really asleep.
It will be readily understood that I had very little sleep that night,
and in the morning I arose unrefreshed and weary; but it was necessary
to get on the road at once, for the men of the village, considering
that they had seen enough of us, came and conducted us out of their
territory with scant ceremony, nor would they agree to sell us so much
as a single plantain for food. The food question was, indeed, becoming
urgent already, for I had eaten nothing on the previous day but a few
plantains that I had purchased from our carriers (who had brought them
from Pra-su), and one or two masa. I had still a good supply of the
little cakes, but I felt that I ought to keep them for an emergency;
and meanwhile the poor diet was beginning to tell on me, while the
prospect of absolute starvation confronted our party if no one would
sell us food.
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