The jungle folk of Africa — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The jungle folk of Africa
John Stuart Mill · en
There was no need to speak to him. He sprang over the heads of several
boys and into the water after me, and catching me by the shoulder, fought
the sea with the other arm. The canoe came to the surface bottom upwards.
The natives old and young swim marvellously, and are at home in the
roughest water. We tried to get to the canoe but a wave swept it away;
then another dashed it towards us and against us. We clung to it as best
we could but again and again we were separated from it, and again dashed
against it. There was a canoe with several natives in the distance; but
they either did not see us, or they were disposed to let nature take its
course. We might have been devoured by sharks but for the fact that there
were a number of us, and we were making plenty of noise. But some men on
the shore saw us, and calling loudly for help they at last pushed off a
large canoe and came towards us, the captain yelling at the men to pull
and pull harder. When they reached us we had been twenty minutes in the
water, and were taken out not so much the worse except Ndong Koni, who
was exhausted and bruised by the canoe striking him, from which he had
each time saved me.
When we reached the beach I am sure no one will wonder that I said to
him: “Ndong Koni, if I had a son of my own I could only wish that he were
as brave and unselfish as you are.”
I asked him what he would have as salvage for saving my life.
He replied: “A tin of corned beef for supper.” He seemed to think that
was enough.
While we were struggling in the sea fifty schoolboys had reached the
beach in a state of panic. The crying of the smaller boys was hysterical
and they could not stop even when I was safe on land. They continued to
cry, saying the while, “O Mr. Milligan, what would we have done? For you
are our father.”
At last I dried their tears by saying: “Look here, boys, I know what you
are crying for: you are sorry that I was not drowned.” Every face was for
a moment transfixed with amazement, as they stared at one another. Then
they all laughed.
Next day they dragged for my trunk which contained most of the useful
things that I had in Africa. At last when the tide was at the ebb they
found it. Among other things which lay in the sea over night was a
French Testament that I used to carry with me. I still have this relic.