I Heave Rocks Down
It, As We In Fanland Would Offer Rocks To An Ombwiri, And Hear Them
Go "Knickity-Knock, Like A Pebble In Carisbrook Well." I Think I
Detect A Far Away Splash, But It Was An Awesome Way Down.
This
mountain seems set with these man-traps, and "some day some
gentleman's nigger" will get killed down one.
The mist has now cleared away from the peak, but lies all over the
lower world, and I take bearings of the three highest cones or peaks
carefully. Then I go away over the rocky ground southwards, and as
I stand looking round, the mist sea below is cleft in twain for a
few minutes by some fierce down-draught of wind from the peak, and I
get a strange, clear, sudden view right down to Ambas Bay. It is
just like looking down from one world into another. I think how
Odin hung and looked down into Nifelheim, and then of how hot, how
deliciously hot, it was away down there, and then the mist closes
over it. I shiver and go back to camp, for night is coming on, and
I know my men will require intellectual support in the matter of
procuring firewood.
The men are now quite happy; over each fire they have made a tent
with four sticks with a blanket on, a blanket that is too wet to
burn, though I have to make them brace the blankets to windward for
fear of their scorching.
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