Through the Dark Continent, Vol. 1 (of 2) : $b or, The sources of the Nile around the Great Lakes of Equatorial Africa and down the Livingstone River to the Atlantic OceanStanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton)
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Through the Dark Continent, Vol. 1 (of 2) : $b or, The sources of the Nile around the Great Lakes of Equatorial Africa and down the Livingstone River to the Atlantic Ocean
Stanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton)
Africa, Central -- Description and travel; Stanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton), 1841-1904 -- Travel -- Africa, Central
What eccentricities of creation I became acquainted with in this
truanting in the wild woods! Ants, red, black, yellow, grey, white, and
parti-coloured, peopling a miniature world with unknown emmet races.
Here were some members of the belligerent warrior caste always
threatening the harmless, and seeking whom they might annoy, and there
the ferocious food-providers, active for the attack, ranging bole,
bough, twigs and leaf for prey; the meek and industrious artisans
absorbed in defending the poor privilege of a short existence; the
frugal neuters tugging enormous loads towards their cunningly
constructed nests; sentries on watch at the doors to defend the
approaches to their fastnesses. They swarmed among the foliage in
columns of foraging and plundering marauders and countless hordes of
ruthless destroyers. In the decaying vegetation I heard all around me
the xylophagous larvæ of great beetles hard at work by thousands, and
saw myriads of termites destroying with industrious fury everything that
lay in their path, whether animal or vegetable. Armies of psyllæ and
moths innumerable were startled from the bushes, and from every bough
shrilled the tiresome cicada, ever noisy. Here the relentless ant-lions
prepared their pitfalls, and there the ghostly mantis, green or grey,
stood waiting for unwary insects. Diamond beetles abounded, and many
other species, uncouth and horrid, scrambled away from before my feet.
Nor are these a thousandth part of the insect nations that I disturbed;
the secluded island was a world of infinite activities.
Beyond the flats I came at last to where the ground sloped upward
rapidly, though still clothed with tall trees and their parasitical
plants and undergrowth; and in spite of the intense heat, I continued my
exploration, determined to view the upper regions. Clambering up the
steep side, I had a large choice of supports; here a tamarind and next a
bombax, now a projecting branch of mimosa and now a thick lliane, hung
down, inviting me to haul myself upward and forward: the young and
pliant teak sapling or slender jasmine bent as I seized them to assist
my labouring feet, and at last I emerged above the trees and the tangle
of meshed undergrowth, and stood upright on the curious spiky grass,
studded with wild pine-apple, ground orchids and aloes, which covered
the summit.
After a general look around the island, I discovered it was in the
form of a rudely shaped boot-last, lying east and west, the lowest
parts being the flats through which I had just struggled. It was about
three-quarters of a mile long and about 200 yards wide. The heel
was formed by a narrow projecting ledge rising about 50 feet nearly
perpendicularly from the water. From this ledge rose the rock 80 feet
above it, and 130 feet therefore above the water.
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