The Great White Queen: A Tale of Treasure and TreasonLe Queux, William
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The Great White Queen: A Tale of Treasure and Treason
Le Queux, William
Science fiction
"Patience. In Africa we have violent contrasts always. To-day we are
toiling onward through a region of eternal night, but when we have
traversed the barrier that shuts out our country from the influence of
yours--then you shall see. What you shall witness will amaze you."
CHAPTER V.
THE GIANT'S FINGER.
FOR quite three weeks we pushed forward through the interminable forest
until one day we came to a small village beyond which lay a great broad
river glistening in the noon-day sun. It was the mighty Comoe. We had
entered the kingdom of Anno. In the village I saw traces of human
sacrifices, and Omar, in reply to a question, told me that although these
happy-looking natives were very skilful weavers and dyers who did a
brisk trade in _fu_, a bark cloth of excellent quality--which I found
afterwards they manufactured from the bark of a tree apparently of the
same species as the much-talked-of _rokko_ of Uganda--they nevertheless
at the death of a chief sacrificed some of his slaves to "water the
grave," while the memory of the departed was also honoured with gross
orgies which lasted till everything eatable or drinkable in the village
was consumed.
We only remained there a few hours, then embarked in three large canoes
that were moored to the bank awaiting us. The chief of the village came
to pay his respects to Omar, as the son of a ruling monarch, and
presented us with food according to the usual custom.
Soon, amid the shouts of the excited villagers who had all come down to
see us start, our canoes were pushed off, and the carriers, glad to be
relieved of their packs, took the paddles, and away we went gaily up the
centre of the winding river. Emerging as suddenly as we had from the
gloomy forest depths where no warmth penetrated, into the blazing
tropical sun was a sudden change that almost overcame me, for as we rowed
along without shelter the rays beat down upon us mercilessly.
The banks were for the most part low, although it was impossible to say
what height they were because of the lofty hedges of creeping plants
which covered every inch of ground from the water's edge to as high as
fifty feet above in some places, while behind them towered the
black-green forest with here and there bunches of brilliant flowers or
glimpses of countless grey trunks. Sometimes these trees, pressing right
up to the edge of the warm sluggish water, grew horizontally to the
length of fifty feet over the river. Creepers, vines, whip-like calamus,
twisting lianes and great serpent-like convolvuli grew in profusion over
everything, while the eye caught glimpses everywhere of gorgeous clouds
of insects, gaily-plumaged birds, paraquets, and monkeys swinging in
their shaded bowers.
Basking on the banks were crocodiles and hippopotami, while the river
itself swarmed with fish and water-snakes. And over all rose the mist
caused by heat and moisture, the death-dealing miasma of that tropic
world.
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