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
Here occurred a kind of pantomimic commentary on the old Hausa’s
remark, at which I could hardly forbear laughing aloud, for one of the
men who had been reclining by the fire now rose and stretched himself,
and reaching his spear from the tree against which it rested, stirred
the embers with its heel iron. There was nothing very warlike in the
action, but the appearance of the actor gave it a deep significance,
for the fellow stood well over six feet six inches in height and was
square and massive in build, and the spear that he used thus
harmlessly was a great shaft seven feet long furnished with a blade
like the paddle of a canoe.
The hint was not lost on Annan who, after an astonished glance at the
giant, rejoined civilly enough:
“Let it be as you will, and so I wish you a safe journey and a speedy
one.”
The Hausas returned his good wishes in chorus, and, as we turned to go
on our way and I waved my hand to them, they bowed politely, and the
jolly, smiling giant called out to me to “tafia sanu” in an
extraordinarily small and squeaky voice.
I had now to set my wits to work in earnest, for, by hook or by crook,
I must attach myself to the Hausa caravan before nightfall. We were
evidently travelling more rapidly than the Hausas, but I calculated
that they would pass us the next time we halted, and would be
overtaken by our party in the morning. I must therefore wait until
they had passed us, before joining them, in case they should decline
my company as they had declined Annan’s. It now remained to invent a
story sufficiently plausible to account for my appearance without
companions on this perilous and solitary road, and I am free to admit
that, not being an expert liar, the concoction of this fable heavily
taxed my ingenuity.
It was half-past three by my watch when Annan called a halt and
immediately began to make a fire to roast plantains on. He completely
ignored my presence, as did also the carriers, so, as I did not choose
to ask his permission to roast my plantains, and as he would probably
have refused if I had, I contented myself with a couple of masa and
then lit my pipe.
We had not halted more than a quarter of an hour when the Hausa
caravan passed, and I noticed that each man carried a spear as a
walking staff, and that three of the men had guns lashed lightly to
their loads. They saluted us courteously enough in passing, but did
not stop to talk, and I was glad to see that they obtained a start of
fully three-quarters of an hour before we resumed our journey.
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