Stanley and the white heroes in Africa; being an edition from Mr Stanley's late personal writings on the Emin Pasha relief expedition .. . e hunters forever. Such a one, they toldDu Chaillu, was this gorilla which had escaped them. After three or four days unintermittiug travel, the advent-urer reached the first village of the Fan tribe, distant onehundred and fifty miles, as the crow flies, from the people had never before seen a white man, or one withstraight hair; and they fled in terror from the presence of thewhite spirit. Re-assured as to his intentions, they were atlength in
Stanley and the white heroes in Africa; being an edition from Mr Stanley's late personal writings on the Emin Pasha relief expedition .. . e hunters forever. Such a one, they toldDu Chaillu, was this gorilla which had escaped them. After three or four days unintermittiug travel, the advent-urer reached the first village of the Fan tribe, distant onehundred and fifty miles, as the crow flies, from the people had never before seen a white man, or one withstraight hair; and they fled in terror from the presence of thewhite spirit. Re-assured as to his intentions, they were atlength induced to return; and then they flocked about him incrowds. One most wonderful thing about the stranger, andsomething which they could not explain, was the fact thatwhile his face was white, and his hands white and shaped liketheirs, his feet were black and had no toes; for they assumedthat his boots were his feet. Although their first gorilla hunt proved unsuccessful, it isworth while to transcribe the description of a second, as show-ing the danger of pursuing the animal : *Presently I noticed, ahead of us, seemingly, a noise as of. r>U CHAILLU AND THE GORILLA COUNTRY. 159 some one breaking down branches or twigs of trees. This wasthe gorilla, I knew at once, by the eager and satisfied looks ofthe men. They looked once more carefully to their guns, tosee if by any chance the powder had fallen out of the pans;I also examined mine, to make sure that all was right; andthen we marched on cautiously. The singular noise of the breaking of tree-branches con-tinued. We walked with the greatest care, making no noiseat all. The countenances of the men showed that theythought themselves engaged in a very serious undertaking;but we pushed on, until finally we saw through the thickwoods the moving of the branches and small trees which thegreat beast was tearing down, probably to get from them theberries and fruits he lives on. Suddenly, as we were yet creeping along, in a silencew^hich
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