The Strand Magazine, Vol. 01, No. 05, May 1891: An Illustrated MonthlyVarious
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The Strand Magazine, Vol. 01, No. 05, May 1891: An Illustrated Monthly
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Turning seaward, other islands were visible, floating in dreamy mist;
and, looking to the north-west, we beheld the lofty volcanic peaks
of New Ireland. After spending some time in studying the marvellous
picture, I wished to proceed further inland, but my host and his
followers resolutely declined to go another step, and gave me to
understand that, if we went on, inland tribes would attack and kill us.
In spite of that danger--if it really existed--I should have pushed
forward if one or two of the natives had been willing to accompany me.
But they would not budge, and reluctantly I was compelled to retrace my
steps. We did not, however, return exactly the same way, although there
was no difference in the features of the jungle scenery. On passing
through one part of the jungle I was much struck by gorgeous flowers
that grew in the undergrowth. Their colours were surprisingly rich and
brilliant, but on plucking some of them I was amazed to find that they
instantly shrivelled up in my hands, like a piece of dried skin, and
their wonderful colours faded away as if by magic.
We stopped at another village on our return, and my presence caused
intense excitement and curiosity. Men, women, and children gathered
round me, yelling and gesticulating, and, as I thought, menacingly. My
hand instinctively wandered to my revolver, but I did not draw it, for
I recognised at once that they had no arms, and I concluded therefore
that they meant no harm, in spite of their seeming fierce looks. Their
pressing attentions, however, were far from pleasant, and I was glad
when I had got clear of them.
On arriving back at our starting-point, night was closing in. I found
that another feast had been prepared in the council chamber, and the
chief invited me to partake of it. Amongst other things were vast
quantities of all sorts of fruit, and a huge bowl of kava, which I
tasted. The place was lighted by means of torches made of some fibre
soaked in oil. These were held by men who squatted on their haunches.
The torches flared and sputtered, producing a most intolerable smell
and dense fumes, which, however had the good effect of keeping the
mosquitoes at bay.
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