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From the Abbe Durand, librarian of the Paris Geographical Society, we learn: 1. That Loango is in the Province of Cacongo; 2. That Cacongo is considered a province of Loango; 3. That Cacongo forms a kingdom of itself, with a capital, Ringwele. The name of the late king was "Dom Joao, Capitao Mempolo," and, though he had died some years ago, he was not buried, for the usual reasons, in early 1874.
And the guards made no resistance, I suppose." "Not much," grinned the bushman. "They were not allowed to." "I see. Very simple, as you say. About as simple as our calm and unhurried departure." "Something like that, Capitao. What do you desire for breakfast salt fish and coffee, or coffee and salt fish?" "A little of everything, thanks. Here comes some monkey meat, too."
Tucu replied that they did not. He added, however, that the languages were not so dissimilar as to prevent some sort of understanding being reached between members of the two tribes. The veteran bushman nodded carelessly. "When the tongue fails, Capitao, the hands still can talk," he said. "It takes more time and work, that is all. Ah, here is a path!" It was so.
The Americans stopped. "What's the idea?" demanded McKay, looking along the innocent-appearing path. "Probably a man trap, Capitao," answered Pedro. "Follow us." "Let's see the trap first." Lourenço called to Yuara, who stopped and grunted two words. "Si, it is a trap. A pit, Yuara says." Yuara spoke again, and Lourenço added: "He says we must not touch it.
A quiet smile showed in the bushman's eyes. He glanced at Pedro. The latter met the look from the corner of his eye, without wink, nod, or other sign. But when Lourenço turned again to McKay he spoke as if all were arranged. "When do we start, Capitao?" Tim slapped his leg and cackled. "By cripes! there ain't no lost motion with these guys. Hey, Cap?" McKay smiled approvingly.
As they talked the smile of the ruler faded and his face grew dark, while into the Brazilian's voice came a wrathful growl. Finally both nodded. Lourenço returned to his hammock, frowning. "Capitao, it is all because of your black hair and beard.
"This point has been dipped in wurali poison." "You have seen such arrows before, Capitao?" "Seen the poison before, yes. Over in British Guiana.
I cannot tell you more now, for I do not wholly understand this matter myself as yet but I shall learn. Now is the time, Capitao to give presents, if you have any for the chief." "I have. But our packs are in the canoe, and I'll be hanged if I'll make a beast of burden of myself at this stage of the game." "I will have all the packs brought up, Capitao.
Tucu moved his head slightly, but gave no other sign of having heard. "Now, Capitao, step forward a little and show yourself more clearly," prompted Pedro. With another puzzled glance McKay did so. He saw that the brown eyes of the younger man held a dancing gleam, but he could not read the thought behind those eyes.
"Wherein a goodly portion of the so-called civilized world would fail to measure up to the standards of these cannibals," McKay said. "By the way, have you asked them about the Raposa?" "No, Capitao. It is as well not to put into their heads the idea that we are hunting anyone here. I shall say nothing of that matter until we reach the chief who knows me." "Good idea."
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