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
Before returning to the forest path I stood on the bank where the
water was clearest, and attentively examined the bottom, which
appeared to be of a greyish red mud; and as I stood there I was
suddenly startled by the appearance of a shoal of the huge and hideous
fishes such as I had seen at Tánosu. In the clear water they were
horribly distinct, and as they crowded round the bank at my feet and
leered up at me with their dull, glazy eyes, I felt quite a thrill of
horror, and instinctively stepped back a pace lest I should slip down
the bank; and as I did so, something rustled in the bush behind me.
But although I turned round quickly I could see nothing, and concluded
that some animal must have passed through the undergrowth.
When I got back to the road I found Alhassan awaiting me with evident
anxiety, and I had no sooner joined him than he hurried me off towards
the camp.
“Didst thou see the wizards, Yúsufu?” he asked in a whisper.
“Wizards!” I exclaimed. “No, I saw no one.”
“They saw thee,” said he, “for they came along the path soon after
thee, having watched us both from the bush.”
I was sorry to hear this, for not only did I not want to arouse the
suspicions of the fetish men on my own account, but I should hardly
have forgiven myself if I had involved my kind and hospitable
companions in any trouble with the natives. It was also a little
disagreeable to find the priests so watchful and alert, and I took my
way back to the camp in a rather anxious frame of mind.
The meal was nearly finished when we arrived, so we had but a short
rest before the march was resumed; but this turned out to be of little
importance, for before we had gone more than a couple of miles, the
gathering clouds and a certain chill in the air gave warning of a
threatened tornado, although the season of storms had gone by. The
careful Musa, therefore, called a halt, and huts were hurriedly put up
to shelter our persons and merchandise from the rain; but after a time
the clouds drifted away and the slanting rays of the afternoon sun
shone brightly enough on our little encampment. It was, however, too
late to continue our journey, so our men sat about for the rest of the
day chewing kola and talking.
The evening meal was prepared earlier than usual, and when it was
finished we sat round the fire and talked again, until getting tired
of this the men went off one by one, to rest either in huts or by the
fire. I spread my own mat on the side of the fire farthest from the
huts and lay down to think over my plans and wait till my comrades
should be asleep.
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