He went on, with the eyes of all his fellows following him intently. My
gaze fixed intently on the now slowly-moving figure, which seemed to be
struggling to maintain its upright position. I saw he was treading into
deeper water. It was washing round his ears, and in a moment more had
reached to the top of them. Still he pushed forward, and as the level of
his eyes was reached and he painfully struggled on, his arms stiffened in
the endeavour to raise the heavy load pressing on his head, and to bring
his face above water to breathe. I could stand the sight no longer, and,
breaking the spell of silence, shouted “Adja kasa! Adja kasa!” (“Throw it
down! Throw it down!”)
Amadu either could not hear or would not heed. He stopped, and not once
but thrice or more he tried to bring his face above the water. No, it
could not be done there. Would he wear out his remaining strength and
drop? A score of pairs of arms must have involuntarily twitched in the
desire to help the brave carrier whose endurance was at breaking-point.
His feet felt their way by inches, and whilst I stood, both sick and
fascinated, more of his head seemed to show, and, sure enough, he was on
the upward slope, and in a few moments again stood still, now his mouth
and nostrils above water, and drew several long breaths.
Lifting the load two or three times in playful manner, as a signal to
his comrades that he was all right, he strode on into the shallower
flow and putting the box down on the bank scrambled up. I gave a volley
of hand-clapping as vigorous and hearty as I ever rendered to actor or
singer, and the carriers also broke out into loud “Ah’s” in token of
admiration. Without waiting for a question from Hanza, I told him that I
would not think of consenting to any further experiment of the sort. The
risk was far too much for the man, without a thought of the safety of the
things he was willing to carry over.
Amadu swam back, and all stretched themselves at ease to await the boat.
Ground-nuts bought at a small village earlier in the morning were roasted
and eaten by the happy, light-hearted carriers. A fire was easily made by
gathering leaves. Notwithstanding the downpour of the night, the sun had
dried them to tinder.
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