A voice from the Congo : comprising stories, anecdotes, and descriptive notes . hundreds of naked feet shuffled andstamped upon the ground, keeping time to therhythm of a weird song, in which the rich bass voicesof the men formed, as it were, an echo to the shrillfalsetto chanting of the women. Rows of dark,naked bodies, glistening with perspiration, advancedand receded, with sinuous movements, amidst theluxuriant foliage of graceful palms and broad-leavedbanana-trees. Above the sound of clanging and jin-gling metal ornaments, treble-toned drums of goat-skin rattled in unison with the booming
A voice from the Congo : comprising stories, anecdotes, and descriptive notes . hundreds of naked feet shuffled andstamped upon the ground, keeping time to therhythm of a weird song, in which the rich bass voicesof the men formed, as it were, an echo to the shrillfalsetto chanting of the women. Rows of dark,naked bodies, glistening with perspiration, advancedand receded, with sinuous movements, amidst theluxuriant foliage of graceful palms and broad-leavedbanana-trees. Above the sound of clanging and jin-gling metal ornaments, treble-toned drums of goat-skin rattled in unison with the booming of hugehollow log drums, the deep, full sound of whichfilled the clear night air with reverberation. The lightest-hearted dancer in all the gatheringof childish-minded revellers was Balala, the proudand happy favourite of Makwata. From time totime she glanced upwards at the waning moon, andthought how wearily the time passed. Makwata, the hero of the hour, was absent thatnight in the great dark forest, guarding the precioustusks of ivory, which, at sunrise, were to purchase. Bust of Bakongo girl {Musee de Lux, uxembourg, Paris)From a bronze by the Author A VILLAGE ROMANCE 171 Balala from her father. Makwata too glancedsometimes at the moon, which shone faintly throughthe foliage overhead, and he pictured to himselfthe lithe and supple form of his young favouritepirouetting and prancing as the leader of the savage heart was softened by the influence oflove. During the next two weeks the waning moonpassed gradually away; and Makwata, who hadsatisfactorily concluded his bargain with Balalasfather, and who had been busy building a hut withbundles of tall reeds and plaited palm fronds, nowgazed contentedly upon his future home, which wascompleted even to the three-stoned hearth uponwhich the family cooking-pot was to rest above theburning logs. At last the long-looked-for day of the new moonarrived, and as it was dull and showery Makwatadecided to take advantage of the aus
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