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
I was put aback, for I expected to see no one. As soon as their fear and
wonder had somewhat subsided, they set up a hideous howl of rage, and
rushed out to call their companions in the bush. In a few minutes these
came rushing toward me with gesture of anger, and threatening me for my
offense. I quickly reached my house, and, seizing my gun in one hand and
my revolver in the other, told them I would shoot the first one that
came inside my door. I never saw such an infuriated set. My house was
surrounded by above three hundred angry women, every one shouting out
curses at me; and still they kept coming in, their number every moment
growing greater and greater.
King Mbango came to the rescue. I was glad of it, for I had never been
in such a predicament before. I had never faced in my life an angry mob
of women before; and here there were hundreds of them before me, who
seemed ready to tear my eyes out of my head, or commit such other gentle
little deeds as I certainly thought no female could attempt.
Presently they went back to the Njambai-house, and I felt quite
relieved. I had become almost deaf, and had wondered how I should get
out of the scrape.
At last a deputation of the women came to King Mbango and to Quengueza,
who told the women I was their guest. The women did not wish to yield,
but at last King Mbango and his male subjects came one by one and put
their offerings before the women. These consisted of grass-cloth,
knives, plates, bracelets, anklets, etc., etc. With these the angry
women were appeased, and there the quarrel ended. Of course I could not
make any further investigations into their mysteries. I was watched very
closely, and Mbango came and implored me not to go again, saying—“The
wrath of Njambai may come upon us!”
The Njambai feast lasted about two weeks. I could learn very little
about the spirit which they call by this name. It protects the women
against their male enemies, avenges their wrongs, and serves them in
various ways.
What I have told you is all I know about it, but I thought it might
interest you as it did me. I only hope that, whenever you travel, it
will never happen to you to have several hundreds of infuriated women
after you, for I can assure you that I would have rather encountered a
gorilla of the worst kind than to face them.
[Illustration: [Fleuron]]
[Illustration: [Fleuron]]
CHAPTER XX.
SICK IN A STRANGE LAND.—ADVENTURE WITH A SNAKE.—HOW A SQUIRREL WAS
CHARMED.
I was in the forest, under a large tree, very ill. I had been sick with
a fever for some weeks, and all the medicine I had taken seemed to do me
no good. Little by little my strength gave way. The days and the nights
seemed so long! I am sure that if you had seen me you would have pitied
me. There I was in that great forest, which was full of wild men and
still wilder beasts. How helpless, how sad, how lonely I felt!
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