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There
was
but
one
thing
to
do
,
make
camp
where
they
were
until
daylight
.
Lieutenant
Charpentier
ordered
a
clearing
made
and
a
circular
abatis
of
underbrush
constructed
about
the
camp
.
This
work
was
not
completed
until
long
after
dark
,
the
men
building
a
huge
fire
in
the
center
of
the
clearing
to
give
them
light
to
work
by
.
When
all
was
safe
as
possible
against
attack
of
wild
beasts
and
savage
men
,
Lieutenant
Charpentier
placed
sentries
about
the
little
camp
and
the
tired
and
hungry
men
threw
themselves
upon
the
ground
to
sleep
.
The
groans
of
the
wounded
,
mingled
with
the
roaring
and
growling
of
the
great
beasts
which
the
noise
and
firelight
had
attracted
,
kept
sleep
,
except
in
its
most
fitful
form
,
from
the
tired
eyes
.
It
was
a
sad
and
hungry
party
that
lay
through
the
long
night
praying
for
dawn
.
The
blacks
who
had
seized
D'Arnot
had
not
waited
to
participate
in
the
fight
which
followed
,
but
instead
had
dragged
their
prisoner
a
little
way
through
the
jungle
and
then
struck
the
trail
further
on
beyond
the
scene
of
the
fighting
in
which
their
fellows
were
engaged
.
They
hurried
him
along
,
the
sounds
of
battle
growing
fainter
and
fainter
as
they
drew
away
from
the
contestants
until
there
suddenly
broke
upon
D'Arnot
's
vision
a
good-sized
clearing
at
one
end
of
which
stood
a
thatched
and
palisaded
village
.
It
was
now
dusk
,
but
the
watchers
at
the
gate
saw
the
approaching
trio
and
distinguished
one
as
a
prisoner
ere
they
reached
the
portals
.
A
cry
went
up
within
the
palisade
.
A
great
throng
of
women
and
children
rushed
out
to
meet
the
party
.
And
then
began
for
the
French
officer
the
most
terrifying
experience
which
man
can
encounter
upon
earth
--
the
reception
of
a
white
prisoner
into
a
village
of
African
cannibals
.
To
add
to
the
fiendishness
of
their
cruel
savagery
was
the
poignant
memory
of
still
crueler
barbarities
practiced
upon
them
and
theirs
by
the
white
officers
of
that
arch
hypocrite
,
Leopold
II
of
Belgium
,
because
of
whose
atrocities
they
had
fled
the
Congo
Free
State
--
a
pitiful
remnant
of
what
once
had
been
a
mighty
tribe
.
