. Hunting and hunted in the Belgian Congo . d intently at me. A child of aboutthree years was playing at his feet with a miniature bowand arrow, and on seeing us the little one hid behind hisfathers legs and peeped round at us. The mans bodyand even his face was covered with cicatrised marks,from head to foot his nakedness was coated with redearth, his only pretence of clothing was a fragment ofcloth a foot square hung as an apron from his waist; apiece of grass was threaded through the lobe of each ear ;in his hands he held a long lance and bow. Seeing the boy that had come with us from the v
. Hunting and hunted in the Belgian Congo . d intently at me. A child of aboutthree years was playing at his feet with a miniature bowand arrow, and on seeing us the little one hid behind hisfathers legs and peeped round at us. The mans bodyand even his face was covered with cicatrised marks,from head to foot his nakedness was coated with redearth, his only pretence of clothing was a fragment ofcloth a foot square hung as an apron from his waist; apiece of grass was threaded through the lobe of each ear ;in his hands he held a long lance and bow. Seeing the boy that had come with us from the village,he spoke to him in a soft low voice, and listened withrapt attention to his account of the days doings. Hewas intensely interested in my wound, and laughed loudlywhen he heard that I had killed two of the Legworopeople, for although Narambas community is of the Legworo, and they are in outward appear-ance of the same tribe, they are not at all friendly withthe tribes further in, and the man made no effort to 240 i. A < I PNl . WA1 From Ik. m the Congo. ind William Heintmann* FAREWELL TO THE CONGO disguise the fact. Our guide, who was named Mweri,brought us to a village in the south-west about seven inthe evening, and here again great interest was displayedin us ; indeed, I was closely inspected by all and could not understand how it was that the arrowhad not finished me. Can you picture our camp that evening, as I sat out-side the little grass hut which the boys had erected for meamong some huge gnarled trees garlanded with creepers ?Our fire blazed away merrily. The fires in the villagea hundred yards or so off lit up the people as theydanced and shuffled their feet to the accompaniment ofrumbling drums, piping whistles, and the shouts ofmen, women, and children. Individual performanceswere given incessantly, the glare of the flames lightingup the diabolical features and glittering metal ornamentsof the natives who sat under the eaves o
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