The boundless cruelty of this monster was a continual check to all my
happiness. Accustomed to blood from his childhood, he appeared wholly
insensible to human feelings, and derided the agonies of the wretches
who daily fell by his hands. One day he amused himself by shooting
small bird-arrows at a man who was bound to a post before the tent,
which was placed there for the punishment of those who were his
victims. He continued for hours fixing the arrows in different parts
of his body, mimicking and deriding his cries. At last, contrary to
his intentions, one of the arrows hit the man in the throat, and his
head drooped. As the old savage saw that the poor man was dying, he
drew another arrow and sent it through his heart, very much annoyed at
his disappointment in not prolonging the poor creature's sufferings. I
was witness to this scene with silent horror, and many more of a
similar nature. I hardly need say, that I felt what my punishment
would be if I had by any means roused the jealousy of this monster;
and I knew that, without giving him real cause, a moment of bare
suspicion would be sufficient to sacrifice my mistress as well as me.
CHAPTER VII.
I attend the King on a hunting Expedition--Chase of
wild Animals--Whyna and I in great danger from a
Tiger--Barbarity of the King to my young Mistress--I
try to soothe her--I and my Companions are ransomed--Sad
parting with Whyna--After an Encounter with a hostile
People, we reach Senegal--Return to England.
I had been about three months in captivity, when the old king with his
four wives and a large party of Negroes, left the town, and went into
the woods to hunt. My companions were left in the town, but I was
ordered to attend my mistress, and I went with the hopes of being able
by some means to make my escape, for my fear of the old monarch was
much greater than my regard for my mistress. As I had not become a
proficient with the bows and arrows, or in hurling the javelin, I was
equipped with a strong spear. My mistress was skilful to admiration
with the arrow and javelin; she never missed her aim that I knew, and
she certainly never appeared to such advantage as she did at this
hunting-party. Her activity, her symmetry of limb, and her courage,
her skill with her weapons, all won the heart of the old king; and I
believe that his strong attachment to her arose more from her
possession of the above qualities than from any other cause. Certain
it is, that the old savage doted on her--she was the only being who
could bend his stubborn will. As his age prevented him from joining in
the chase, he always appeared to part with her with regret, and to
caution her not to run into useless danger; and when we returned at
night, the old man's eyes sparkled with the rapture of dotage as he
welcomed her return.
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