The Twelve African Novels (A Collection). Edgar Wallace

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СКАЧАТЬ had not been a scholar at the Catholic mission for nothing. Elebi was nonplussed.

      “We will let these magic matters rest,” said Elebi wisely, “it is evident to me that you are a learned man. Now I go to seek some wonderful treasures. All that I told you before was a lie. Let us speak as brothers. I go to the wood of devils, where no man has been for many years. I beg you, therefore, to give me food and ten men for carriers.”

      “Food you can have but no men,” said Bosambo, “for I have pledged my word to Sandi, who is, as you know, the husband of my brother’s wife’s sister, that no man of mine should leave this country.” With this Elebi had to be content, for a new spirit had come to the Ochori since he had seen them last, and there was a defiance in the timid eyes of these slaves of other days which was disturbing. Besides, they seemed well armed.

      In the morning the party set forth and Bosambo, who took no risks, saw them started on their journey. He observed that part of the equipment of the little caravan were two big baskets filled to the brim with narrow strips of red cloth.

      “This is my magic,” said Elebi mysteriously, when he was questioned, “it is fitting that you should know its power.” Bosambo yawned in his face with great insolence.

      Clear of Ochori by one day’s march, the party reached the first straggling advance guard of the Big Forest. A cloud of gum-trees formed the approach to the wood, and here the magic of Elebi’s basket of cloth strips became revealed.

      Every few hundred yards the party stopped, and Elebi tied one of the strips to a branch of a tree.

      “In this way,” he communicated to his lieutenant, “we may be independent of gods, and fearless of devils, for if we cannot find the ivory we can at least find our way back again.” (There had been such an experiment made by the missionaries in traversing the country between Bonguidga and the Big River, but there were no devils in that country.) In two days’ marches they came upon a place of graves. There had been a village there, for Isisi palms grew luxuriously, and pushing aside the grass they came upon a rotting roof. Also there were millions of weaver birds in the nut-palms, and a choked banana grove.

      The graves, covered with broken cooking pots, Elebi found, and was satisfied.

      In the forest, a league beyond the dead village, they came upon an old man, so old that you might have lifted him with a finger and thumb.

      “Where do the young men go in their strength?” he mumbled childishly; “into the land of small devils? Who shall guide them back to their women? None, for the devils will confuse them, opening new roads and closing the old. Oh, Ko Ko!” He snivelled miserably.

      “Father,” said Elebi, dangling strips of red flannel from his hand, “this is white man’s magic, we come back by the way we go.” Then the old man fell into an insane fit of cursing, and threw at them a thousand deaths, and Elebi’s followers huddled back in frowning fear.

      “You have lived too long,” said Elebi gently, and passed his spear through the old man’s neck.

      They found the ivory two days’ journey beyond the place of killing. It was buried under a mound, which was overgrown with rank vegetation, and there was by European calculation some £50,000 worth.

      “We will go back and find carriers,” said Elebi, “taking with us as many of the teeth as we can carry.” Two hours later the party began its return journey, following the path where at intervals of every half-mile a strip of scarlet flannelette hung from a twig.

      There were many paths they might have taken, paths that looked as though they had been made by the hand of man, and Elebi was glad that he had blazed the way to safety.

      For eight hours the caravan moved swiftly, finding its direction with no difficulty; then the party halted for the night.

      Elebi was awakened in the night by a man who was screaming, and he leapt up, stirring the fire to a blaze.

      “It is the brother of Olambo of Kinshassa, he has the sickness mongo,” said an awestricken voice, and Elebi called a council.

      “There are many ways by which white men deal with this sickness,” he said wisely, “by giving certain powders and by sticking needles into arms, but to give medicine for the sickness when madness comes is useless — so I have heard the fathers at the station say, because madness only comes when the man is near death.”

      “He was well last night,” said a hushed voice. “There are many devils in the forest, let us ask him what he has seen.” So a deputation went to the screaming, writhing figure that lay trussed and tied on the ground, and spoke with him. They found some difficulty in gaining an opening, for he jabbered and mouthed and laughed and yelled incessantly.

      “On the question of devils,” at last Elebi said.

      “Devils,” screeched the madman. “Yi! I saw six devils with fire in their mouths — death to you, Elebi! Dog—” He said other things which were not clean.

      “If there were water here,” mused Elebi, “we might drown him; since there is only the forest and the earth, carry him away from the camp, and I will make him silent.” So they carried the lunatic away, eight strong men swaying through the forest, and they came back, leaving Elebi alone with his patient. The cries ceased suddenly and Elebi returned, wiping his hands on his leopard skin.

      “Let us sleep,” said Elebi, and lay down.

      Before the dawn came up the party were on the move.

      They marched less than a mile from their camping ground and then faltered and stopped.

      “There is no sign, lord,” the leader reported, and Elebi called him a fool and went to investigate.

      But there was no red flannel, not a sign of it. They went on another mile without success.

      “We have taken the wrong path, let us return,” said Elebi, and the party retraced its steps to the camp they had abandoned. That day was spent in exploring the country for three miles on either side, but there was no welcome blaze to show the trail.

      “We are all N’Gombi men,” said Elebi, “let us tomorrow go forward, keeping the sun at our back; the forest has no terrors for the N’Gombi folk — yet I cannot understand why the white man’s magic failed.”

      “Devils!” muttered his lieutenant sullenly.

      Elebi eyed him thoughtfully.

      “Devils sometimes desire sacrifices,” he said with significance, “the wise goat does not bleat when the priest approaches the herd.” In the morning a great discovery was made. A crumpled piece of flannel was found on the outskirts of the camp. It lay in the very centre of a path, and Elebi shouted in his joy.

      Again the caravan started on the path. A mile farther along another little red patch caught his eye, half a mile beyond, another.

      Yet none of these were where he had placed them, and they all bore evidence of rude handling, which puzzled the lay brother sorely. Sometimes the little rags would be missing altogether, but a search party would come upon one some distance off the track, and the march would go on.

      Near sunset Elebi halted suddenly and pondered. Before him ran his long shadow; the sun was behind him when it ought to have been in СКАЧАТЬ