FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   135   136   137   138   139   140   141   142   143   144   145   146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159  
160   161   162   163   164   165   166   167   168   169   170   171   172   173   174   175   176   177   178   179   180   181   182   183   184   >>   >|  
es, and practically all the largest ones, spend the night alongshore. Matches were wet. We had no means of making a flare to frighten the monsters away. We simply had to "chance it" as cheerfully and swiftly as we could, and at the end of a half-hour's slimy toil we carried our muddied loads to the nearest high ground and settled down there for the night. It would be mad exaggeration to say we camped. Wet to the skin--dirty to the verge of feeling suicidal--bitten by insects until the blood ran down from us--lost (for we had no notion where the end of the ford might be)--at the mercy of any prowling beasts that might discover us (for our rifle locks were fouled with mud)--we sat with chattering teeth and waited for the morning. When the sun rose we found a village less than four hundred yards away and sent the boys down to it to unpack the loads and spread everything in the sun to dry, while we went down to the river again and washed our rifles. Then we dried and oiled them, and without a word of bargain or explanation, invaded the cleanest looking hut, lay down on the stamped clay floor, and slept. It was only clean-looking, that hut. It housed more myraids of fleas than the air outside supported "skeeters"; but we slept, unconscious of them all. At four that afternoon we had the mortification of being roused by Fred's voice, and the dumping of loads as his sixty porters dropped their burdens inside the village stockade. He had scorned the ferry and crossed the ford on foot, making a prodigious splash to keep crocodiles away, and was as full of life and fun as a schoolboy on vacation. "Wake up, you vorloopers!" he shouted. "Wake up! Shake off the fleas and come, and I'll show you something." He had already had the tale of our night's misfortune in detail from the owner of the only canoe (who claimed double pay on the ground that we had lost no loads in spite of over-turning. "The last really white man who crossed lost all his loads!" he explained.). "Come and I'll show you something you never saw before, you scouts!--you advance guard!--you line of skirmishers!" Will hurled a lump of earth at him, and chased him to the river, where they wrestled, trying to throw each other in, until both were breathless. Then, when neither could make another effort: "Look!" gasped Fred. There was an island in mid-stream below where we must have crossed. The stream was straight, and from where we stood
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   135   136   137   138   139   140   141   142   143   144   145   146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159  
160   161   162   163   164   165   166   167   168   169   170   171   172   173   174   175   176   177   178   179   180   181   182   183   184   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

crossed

 

village

 

ground

 

making

 

stream

 

roused

 

shouted

 

dumping

 
porters
 

dropped


vorloopers
 

crocodiles

 

splash

 
schoolboy
 

stockade

 
inside
 
prodigious
 

scorned

 

vacation

 

burdens


breathless

 

chased

 
wrestled
 

straight

 
island
 

effort

 

gasped

 

hurled

 
turning
 

double


detail

 

misfortune

 

claimed

 

advance

 

skirmishers

 

scouts

 

explained

 

feeling

 
camped
 
exaggeration

suicidal

 

bitten

 

prowling

 

beasts

 

discover

 

insects

 

notion

 

settled

 

Matches

 

frighten