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The
Coanza
had
overflowed
during
the
night
,
with
the
waters
of
its
tributaries
swelled
by
the
storm
.
This
Coanza
,
one
of
the
rivers
of
Angola
,
flows
into
the
Atlantic
,
a
hundred
miles
from
the
cape
where
the
"
Pilgrim
"
was
wrecked
.
It
was
this
river
that
Lieutenant
Cameron
had
to
cross
some
years
later
,
before
reaching
Benguela
.
The
Coanza
is
intended
to
become
the
vehicle
for
the
interior
transit
of
this
portion
of
the
Portuguese
colony
.
Already
steamers
ascend
its
lower
course
,
and
before
ten
years
elapse
,
they
will
ply
over
its
upper
bed
.
Dick
Sand
had
then
acted
wisely
in
seeking
some
navigable
river
toward
the
north
.
The
rivulet
he
had
followed
had
just
been
emptied
into
the
Coanza
.
Only
for
this
sudden
attack
,
of
which
he
had
had
no
intimation
to
put
him
on
his
guard
,
he
would
have
found
the
Coanza
a
mile
farther
on
.
His
companions
and
he
would
have
embarked
on
a
raft
,
easily
constructed
,
and
they
would
have
had
a
good
chance
to
descend
the
stream
to
the
Portuguese
villages
,
where
the
steamers
come
into
port
.
There
,
their
safety
would
be
secured
.
It
would
not
be
so
.
The
camp
,
perceived
by
Dick
Sand
,
was
established
on
an
elevation
near
the
ant-hill
,
into
which
fate
had
thrown
him
,
as
in
a
trap
.
At
the
summit
of
that
elevation
rose
an
enormous
sycamore
fig-tree
,
which
would
easily
shelter
five
hundred
men
under
its
immense
branches
.
Those
who
have
not
seen
those
giant
trees
of
Central
Africa
,
can
form
no
idea
of
them
.
Their
branches
form
a
forest
,
and
one
could
be
lost
in
it
.
Farther
on
,
great
banyans
,
of
the
kind
whose
seeds
do
not
change
into
fruits
,
completed
the
outline
of
this
vast
landscape
.
It
was
under
the
sycamore
's
shelter
,
hidden
,
as
in
a
mysterious
asylum
,
that
a
whole
caravan
--
the
one
whose
arrival
Harris
had
announced
to
Negoro
--
had
just
halted
.
This
numerous
procession
of
natives
,
snatched
from
their
villages
by
the
trader
Alvez
's
agents
,
were
going
to
the
Kazounde
market
.
Thence
the
slaves
,
as
needed
,
would
be
sent
either
to
the
barracks
of
the
west
coast
,
or
to
N'yangwe
,
toward
the
great
lake
region
,
to
be
distributed
either
in
upper
Egypt
,
or
in
the
factories
of
Zanzibar
.
As
soon
as
they
arrived
at
the
camp
,
Dick
Sand
and
his
companions
had
been
treated
as
slaves
.
Old
Tom
,
his
son
Austin
,
Acteon
,
poor
Nan
,
negroes
by
birth
,
though
they
did
not
belong
to
the
African
race
,
were
treated
like
captive
natives
.
After
they
were
disarmed
,
in
spite
of
the
strongest
resistance
,
they
were
held
by
the
throat
,
two
by
two
,
by
means
of
a
pole
six
or
seven
feet
long
,
forked
at
each
end
,
and
closed
by
an
iron
rod
.
By
this
means
they
were
forced
to
march
in
line
,
one
behind
the
other
,
unable
to
get
away
either
to
the
right
or
to
the
left
.
As
an
over
precaution
,
a
heavy
chain
was
attached
to
their
waists
.
They
had
their
arms
free
,
to
carry
burdens
,
their
feet
free
to
march
,
but
they
could
not
use
them
to
flee
.
Thus
they
were
going
to
travel
hundreds
of
miles
under
an
overseer
's
lash
.
Placed
apart
,
overcome
by
the
reaction
which
followed
the
first
moments
of
their
struggle
against
the
negroes
,
they
no
longer
made
a
movement
.
Why
had
they
not
been
able
to
follow
Hercules
in
his
flight
?
And
,
meanwhile
,
what
could
they
hope
for
the
fugitive
?
Strong
as
he
was
,
what
would
become
of
him
in
that
inhospitable
country
,
where
hunger
,
solitude
,
savage
beasts
,
natives
,
all
were
against
him
?
Would
he
not
soon
regret
his
companion
's
fate
?
They
,
however
,
had
no
pity
to
expect
from
the
chiefs
of
the
caravan
,
Arabs
or
Portuguese
,
speaking
a
language
they
could
not
understand
.
These
chiefs
only
entered
into
communication
with
their
prisoners
by
menacing
looks
and
gestures
.
Dick
Sand
himself
was
not
coupled
with
any
other
slave
.
He
was
a
white
man
,
and
probably
they
had
not
dared
to
inflict
the
common
treatment
on
him
.
Unarmed
,
he
had
his
feet
and
hands
free
,
but
a
driver
watched
him
especially
.
He
observed
the
camp
,
expecting
each
moment
to
see
Negoro
or
Harris
appear
.
His
expectation
was
in
vain
.
He
had
no
doubt
,
however
,
that
those
two
miserable
men
had
directed
the
attack
against
the
ant-hill
.
Thus
the
thought
came
to
him
that
Mrs.
Weldon
,
little
Jack
,
and
Cousin
Benedict
had
been
led
away
separately
by
orders
from
the
American
or
from
the
Portuguese
.
Seeing
neither
one
nor
the
other
,
he
said
to
himself
that
perhaps
the
two
accomplices
even
accompanied
their
victims
.
Where
were
they
leading
them
?
What
would
they
do
with
them
?
It
was
his
most
cruel
care
.
Dick
Sand
forgot
his
own
situation
to
think
only
of
Mrs.
Weldon
and
hers
.
