CHAPTER VII.

LIFE AT NKONGON-BOUMBA.--GORILLAS AND PLANTAINS.--ODANGA SCARED BY A

GORILLA.--A CAPTIVE GORILLA.--SUPERSTITIONS RESPECTING THE LEOPARD.

THE dry season had now fairly begun. We were in the month of June, and

the nights and evenings were quite pleasant. The days were generally

cloudy, and it was a good time of the year for hunting, as most of the

bog-land was drying fast.

Nkongon-Boumba was situated in a charming spot on the summit of a

gentle hill, at the foot of which ran a little stream of clear water.

The country which surrounded it was partly prairie and partly wooded;

the soil on the prairie was sandy, but where the woods grew the soil

was better. In many places the primitive growth had been cut down,

and there the fine plantation of plantain-trees and bananas of King

Olenga-Yombi were flourishing well.

How beautiful the country looked in the morning just before sunrise,

when a veil of mist seemed to hang over it, and when the dew was

still thick on the blades of grass, or was dropping fast from the

plantain-leaves! I would get up just at daylight, and would start with

my gun on my shoulder, in the hope that I might see a gazelle or an

antelope feeding.

Gorillas were very plentiful near Nkongon-Boumba, and were committing

great depredations among the plantain and banana trees; the patches of

sugar-cane were also very much devastated. I heard one afternoon that

the day before gorillas were in the forest not far from the village,

and had already begun to play sad havoc with the plantain-trees.

The morning after the news, if you had been in the village, you would

have seen me, just a little before daybreak, getting ready to go after

the gorillas. I was painting my face and hands with a mixture of

powdered charcoal and oil. After my toilet was done, I put on my old,

soiled Panama hat, took one of my best guns, called Odanga, one of my

boys, to accompany me, and started off. There was just daylight enough

for us to see our way, and in a short time we came to a plantation,

surrounded by virgin forest, covered with plantain and banana trees,

most of which were bearing fruit in different stages of growth. This

plantation had just been made on the skirt of the forest.

It was a lovely morning; the sky was almost cloudless; every thing

was still, and one could only hear the slight rustling of the

tree-tops moved by the gentle land breeze. Before reaching the grove

of plantain-trees I had to pick my way through a maze of tree-stumps,

half-burnt logs, and dead, broken, and half-burnt limbs of trees, where

the land had been prepared for a new plantation. If gorillas are to be

seen in a plantation near a village they most generally come in the

early morning.

By the side of the plantain-trees was a field of cassada, and just as I

was going by it I heard suddenly in the plantain-grove a great crashing

noise like the breaking of limbs. What could this be? I immediately

hid myself behind a bush, and then looked in the direction from which

the sound proceeded. What do I see? A gorilla, then a second gorilla,

and a third one, coming out of a thick bush; then another one made his

appearance--there were four altogether. Then I discovered that one of

the females had a baby gorilla following her.

So do not be astonished when I tell you that my eyes were wide open,

and that I gazed on the scene before me with intense excitement. These

gorillas looked so droll, walking in the most absurd way on all fours,

and now and then walking erect. How impish the creatures seemed! how

intensely black their faces were! how hideous their features! They

looked like men, but like wild men with shaggy hides, and their big,

protuberant abdomens did not make them less ridiculous or repulsive.

The gorillas went immediately at their work of destruction. I did not

stop them, but merely looked on. Plantain-tree after plantain-tree came

down; it seemed to me that they were trying to see which could bring

down the greatest number of trees in the shortest space of time. They

were amusing themselves, I suppose. In destroying a tree, they first

grasped the base of the stem with one of their powerful hand-like feet,

and then with their prodigious long arms pulled it down. This, of

course, did not require much strength with so light a stem as that of

the plantain. Then they would set their big mouths upon the juicy heart

of the tree, and devour it with great avidity; at another time they

would give one bite, or would simply demolish the tree without eating

it.

How strange sounded the chuckle they gave as if to express their

contentment! Now and then they would sit still and look around--and

such a look! Two or three times they looked in the direction where I

was; but I lay so quiet, and was so concealed, they could not see me,

and, as the wind was blowing from them to me, they could not smell

me. How fiendish their look was! A cold shiver ran through me several

times, for, of all the malignant expressions I had ever seen, theirs

were the most diabolical. Two or three times they seemed to be on

the point of running away, and appeared alarmed, but recovered their

composure, and began anew the work of destruction.

The little baby gorilla followed his mother wherever she went.

Gradually, without my taking notice of it, they came to the edge of the

dark forest, and all at once disappeared like a vision--like a dream.

I went to look at the spot where they had made such havoc, and counted

over one hundred plantain-trees down on the ground, which they had

destroyed.

The next morning I went again with Odanga to the same spot, with

no expectation of seeing gorillas again, for I did not think they

would make another visit there with their roving propensities, but I

thought I might see an antelope or two, attracted by the young leaves

of the cassada-tree, of which they are very fond. I carried a light

double-barreled shot-gun, while Odanga carried my heavy double-barreled

rifle, to use in case we should see an elephant.

The part of the plantation upon which we had come extended over two

hills, with a deep hollow between planted with sugar-cane. I was taking

the lead in the narrow path, and just as I was going down the hill

to get over to the other side of the hollow, my eyes suddenly fell

upon a monstrous gray-haired male gorilla standing erect and looking

directly toward me. I really did not know if he was looking at me or

at something else, or if he thought of crossing to my side, in which

case he would have come toward me. Without turning my head (for I did

not dare to lose sight of the gorilla), I beckoned Odanga to come

toward me, so that I might get hold of my rifle and shoot down the huge

monster. I beckoned in vain. I made a quicker motion with my hand for

Odanga to come, but no Odanga was coming. The huge beast stared at me,

or at least seemed to stare at me, for two minutes, and then, without

uttering any roar, moved off into the great forest on all fours. Then

I looked round to see what was the matter with my boy Odanga, but no

Odanga was to be seen; I was all alone. The fellow had bolted, gun and

all; the gorilla had frightened him, and he had fled. I was furiously

angry, and promised myself to give friend Odanga such a punishment as

he would not soon forget, that he might not play me such a trick a

second time.

Odanga had fled to the plantation, and a little after what I have just

related I heard a good many voices. They were the plantation people,

all armed to the teeth, coming to my rescue; but Odanga had taken good

care to remain out of the way, though he had sent the gun. The little

scamp knew very well what was coming, but when I went back he was not

to be seen, and the fellow hid himself for two days. When at last I got

hold of him he made me the most solemn promise never to do such a thing

again, and said, "Chally, Abamboo (the devil) must have made me leave

you."

On my return from Nkongon-Boumba a great surprise awaited me--a _live_

gorilla. An old chief, a friend of mine, named Akondogo, had just

returned from the Ngobi country, situated south of Cape St. Catharine,

and there, with some slaves of Olenga-Yombi, he had killed the mother,

and captured the rascal before me. He was bigger than any gorilla I

had captured, or that had ever been taken alive. Bigger he was than

Fighting Joe, which many of you no doubt remember.

Like Joe, this fellow showed the most ungovernable temper, and to bite

somebody seemed to be the object he was always aiming at. We had no

chain with which to confine him, so that a long forked stick round

his neck was the only means we could employ of keeping him at a safe

distance.

In the evening, as Akondogo and I were seated together, the good

fellow, smoking his huge pipe, said to me, "Chally, I have had a great

deal of trouble since I have seen you. A leopard has killed two of my

people, and I have had a great many palavers with their families on

account of their death."

I said, "Akondogo, you could not help it; you are not chief over the

leopards. But, after the first man had been killed, why did you not

make a trap to catch the leopard?"

"The leopard I mean," said he, "is not one that can be trapped; it was

a man who had changed himself into a leopard, and then, after he had

been a leopard for some time, he changed himself into a man again."

I said, "Akondogo, why do you talk to me in that way? You know I do not

believe that men are turned into beasts, and afterward into men again.

It is stupid for people to believe so, but I can not shake that belief

in you alombè" (black men).

Poor Akondogo said, "Chally, I assure you that there are men who change

into leopards, and from leopards into men again."

Not wishing to argue the question, I said, "Never mind; tell me the

story of your trouble." Then Akondogo once more filled his pipe with

tobacco, gave three or four big puffs of smoke, which rose high in the

air, and thus begun:

"My people and myself had been in the woods several days collecting

India-rubber. One day a man disappeared, and nothing could be found of

him but a pool of blood. The next day another man disappeared, and in

searching for him more blood was found. We all got alarmed, and I sent

for a great doctor; he came and drank the mboundou, so that he might be

able to say how these two deaths came about. After the ouganga (doctor)

had drank the mboundou, and as all the people stood round him asking

him what had killed these two men, and just as we were waiting with

breathless silence for what he was going to say, he spoke to me and

said, 'Akondogo, your own child [his nephew and heir] Akosho killed the

two men.' Immediately Akosho was sent for and seized, and he answered

that it was true that he had killed the two men, but that he could not

help it; he remembered well that that day, as he was walking in the

woods, he suddenly became a leopard; that his heart longed for blood,

and that he had killed the two men, and then, after each murder, he

became a man again.

"There was a great uproar in the village; the people shouted, 'Death to

the aniemba Akosho!'

"But," said Akondogo, "I loved my boy so much that I said to the

people, 'Let us not believe Akosho; he must have become a kendé'

(idiot, fool). But Akosho kept saying he had killed the men, and took

us into the woods where lay the two bodies, one with the head cut off,

and the other with the belly torn open.

"Upon this," said Akondogo, "I ordered Akosho to be bound with cords,

and tied in a horizontal position to a post, and to have a fire lighted

at his feet, and be burned slowly to death, all which was done, the

people standing by until he expired."

The end of the story was so horrid that I shuddered. It was a case of

monomania. Akosho believed that he had been turned into a leopard, and

committed two murders, the penalty of which he paid with his life.

Here, in our country, he would have been sent to the insane asylum.

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