I have said that the original cause of all this trouble was an
alligator who had been seized with an uncontrollable desire to dine
off the leg of a boy, and man-eaters of this description are not by
any means uncommon in this part of the world. Women washing clothes,
men fishing, and children dabbling about by the edge of the water, are
frequently seized and dragged into the river by alligators. Sometimes
these monsters will even attack men on shore, and, a few days before
my arrival, a watchman, who was on duty over a corrugated iron store
on the river bank, was seized in the night, some thirty yards from the
brink of the water, by an alligator, and dragged into the stream. The
cries of the man alarmed the neighbourhood, but those who hastened to
his assistance found nothing to show what had become of him but pools
of blood and the trail of the alligator in the mud. A short distance
above Duke-town are the remains of two or three old hulks, lying
rotting in the mud, which are a favourite resort of these alligators;
and any one dropping down with the tide in a boat can see scores of
these disgusting creatures, from fifteen to twenty feet long, basking
on them. They are very wary, because they are so often shot at, and at
the slightest creak of an oar in a rowlock all will stand up to their
full height, moving their heads up and down in exactly the same manner
as do lizards when alarmed; and directly they catch sight of a boat
they plunge into the water.
I went up the river one day to get a shot at these, or any others I
might see, but it was under circumstances that made success as probable
as it would be if one went out alligator-shooting accompanied by a
brass band in full blast. I went with a youth, who, from having been a
clerk to one of the traders in the river, had, by the death of Consul
Hopkins, a man universally admired and respected in West Africa, been
suddenly thrust into the position of Acting Consul for the Bights
of Benin and Biafra. I never saw a better illustration of the old
saying about being clothed in a little brief authority. In the eyes
of this hybrid official the paraphernalia of office were of paramount
importance, and, as he had no consular uniform of his own, he had
donned, despite the unsuitableness in point of size, the garments of
the late consul. The new man was very tall, whereas his predecessor had
been short; the consequence of which difference was that there was a
woeful hiatus between the termination of the short jacket with brass
buttons and the band of the continuations, which gap exposed to view a
vast region of not very clean shirt. The gold-laced cap of office was
too small, and on the head of the gallant youth presented very much the
same appearance as would a thimble upon the top of an orange. He wore
it in and out of season; and I shall never forget the consternation and
horror which was depicted on his countenance, when, through yawning
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