Wild life under the equator : $b narrated for young peopleDu Chaillu, Paul B. (Paul Belloni)
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Wild life under the equator : $b narrated for young people
Du Chaillu, Paul B. (Paul Belloni)
Africa, West -- Description and travel -- Juvenile literature
Immediately the fellows covered themselves with their fetiches;
Querlaouen and Malaouen bled their hands, and then we looked carefully
at our guns. Though we were more than one hundred men altogether, the
falling of a leaf could have been heard by any one of us, the silence
was so profound.
The canoe that was to take us came. Adouma and Quabi paddled, and onward
we went until we reached a bend of the river, and I could distinctly
hear the elephants. So we thought best to land inside of the bend, which
we did without uttering a whisper for fear of alarming the elephants.
After landing the great difficulty was how to gain the other side. The
country was overflowed, it was all bog land, yet to the elephants we
must go. We could not possibly follow the edges of the forest that
bordered the Ofoubou, for we should have soon found ourselves in twenty
feet of water, and in the middle of a strong current. These bog-lands
are always dangerous things on the banks of the overflowed African
rivers.
I hung my powder-flask close to my neck, and also my watch, in case the
water should be deep, for I am not tall. My men took the same precaution
with their bags, and then Malaouen took the lead. Where we landed there
was no dry spot, and as we advanced through the woods we immediately
found ourselves entangled in the midst of the roots of the trees, with
the water above our waists, sinking knee deep into the mud, ignorant at
every step whether the next might bring us into water up to our necks or
above our heads. That was about as difficult a tramp as I ever had had
in all my travels. Suddenly Querlaouen’s foot caught under some roots,
and down he went into the water, gun and all. He immediately swore in
Bakalai that somebody had bewitched him, and did not want him to kill an
elephant. Finally we came to a place where the water reached my neck, I
being the shortest of all; so I took my watch and powder in one hand and
my gun in the other, raising both arms as high as I could, and at every
moment I fully expected to go down. One step more and the water just
reached my mouth, but happily the next step took me on higher ground.
[Sidenote: _WE ARE TOO LATE._]
At last we succeeded in crossing the bend, and came in sight of the
elephants, who did not observe our approach.
They were seven altogether. What a huge beast the male was! The other
six were all females, so said Malaouen. They were perfectly unconscious
of our presence, and swam to and fro in the narrow river. Unfortunately
they were very far from us, being very nearly half a mile off, and to
come to a good shooting distance in this awful swamp would take some
time.
[Illustration: HUNTING ELEPHANTS.]
Their large ears contrasted singularly with the small ears of their
Asiatic brethren; they were also somewhat smaller. Several of them had
huge tusks of ivory; those of the bull were gigantic. They were bathing,
and evidently enjoying themselves.
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