We had reason to think that our captors were not his subjects, but had
been at variance with him, and had brought us as a present, that they
might make peace with an enemy too strong for them. We were at last
ordered to go inside the inclosure, and found ourselves in a large
open building, constructed like the others, of reeds and boughs. In
the centre was squatted a ferocious-looking old Negro, attended by
four young Negro women. He was raw-boned and lean, and of a very large
frame. A diabolical ferocity was imprinted on his grim countenance,
and as he moved his arms and legs he showed that under his loose skin
there was a muscle of extraordinary power. I never had before seen
such a living type of brutal strength and barbarity. On a mat before
him were provisions of different kinds. Behind him stood several grim
savages who held his weapons, and on each side, at a greater distance,
were rows of Negroes, with their heads bent down and their arms
crossed, awaiting his orders. The chief or king, as well as the four
women, had clothes of the blue cotton cloth of the country, that is,
one piece wrapped round the loins and descending to the ankles, and
another worn over their shoulders; but, with few exceptions, all the
rest, as well as the inhabitants generally, were quite naked. So were
we, as the reader may recollect. Round the necks of the women were
rows of gold beads, longer by degrees, until the last of the rows hung
lower than their bosoms, and both the king and they had large
bracelets of gold round their arms, wrists, and legs. The women, who
were young and well-looking, stared at us with eager astonishment,
while the old king scowled upon us so as to freeze our blood. At last,
rising from the ground, he took his sabre from the man who held it
behind him, and walked up among us, who with our heads bowed, and
breathless with fear, awaited our impending fate. I happened to be
standing the foremost, and grasping my arm with a gripe which made my
heart sink, with his hand which held the sword he bent down my head
still lower than it was. I made sure that he was about to cut off my
head, when the women, who had risen from the ground, ran crowding
round him, and with mingled entreaties and caresses strove to induce
him not to put his intentions, if such he really had, into execution.
They prevailed at last; the youngest took away his sword, and then
they led him back to his seat, after which the women came to us to
gratify their curiosity. They felt our arms and breasts, putting
innumerable questions to those who brought us thither. They appeared
very much amazed at the length of my hair, for I had worn it tied in a
long cue. Taking hold of it, they gave it two or three severe pulls,
to ascertain if it really grew to my head, and finding that it did so,
they expressed much wonder. When their curiosity was satisfied, they
then appeared to consider our condition, and having obtained the old
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