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
The first day we kept quiet. The soil was sandy, the grass was very
luxuriant, growing at least two feet high. The sun is very oppressive in
these clear spots or little prairies. We were tormented terribly by
flies; the country of the Ovenga seems to be the paradise of flies.
During the day they often wear a man’s life out. They sting you, they
suck your blood, and they plague you beyond expression.
As for musquitoes, they were swarming at this time of the year, and I
would defy any one to sleep at night without musquito-nets, unless his
skin were bullet proof, or as hard as the skin of an elephant or
hippopotamus; and as mine was not, I always carried with me a net made
of the grass-cloth of the interior.
Three of these day-flies might have almost been called the three
plagues; in fact, in these parts there was always some kind of insect to
annoy one.
Early in the morning, just at sunrise, the _igooguai_ makes its
appearance and only disappears when the sun becomes too warm, as it does
toward nine or ten o’clock. The igooguai is a small, almost
imperceptible gnat, which appears in incredible numbers in the morning
in certain regions. From ten o’clock it is seen no more till four, when
its operations are recommenced, and last till sunset.
[Sidenote: _THE IGOOGUAI GNAT._]
It is a very, very small fly, which can hardly be noticed; it might be
called a sand-fly, and a dreadful little creature it is. In some regions
it is found in such great numbers that it is almost impossible to secure
quiet in the morning, hence the people have to surround themselves with
smoke to drive them away; and one must remain in his hut, which must be
filled entirely with smoke, in order to be free from them. If I stood
still outside for a while, my face and hands were covered with them.
After they have fed themselves their bodies become almost of a blood
color. You have hardly killed one hundred on your hand or face, when a
few minutes after the same number is found. Of course you can not kill
them one by one, so the only way is to pass your hand right over them
all on your face. My unprotected skin was covered then with little red
spots as if I had the measles.
I really can not tell you how these _igooguai_ troubled me; sometimes
they almost made me crazy. They are most determined blood-suckers,
leaving a bite which itches terribly and for a considerable time. They
are only found in open places generally.
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