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At
that
moment
a
paw
passed
under
the
door
.
Dick
Sand
seized
it
,
and
recognized
Dingo
's
paw
.
But
,
if
it
had
a
letter
,
that
letter
could
only
be
attached
to
its
neck
.
What
to
do
?
Was
it
possible
to
make
that
hole
large
enough
for
Dingo
to
put
in
its
head
?
At
all
events
,
he
must
try
it
.
But
hardly
had
Dick
Sand
begun
to
dig
the
soil
with
his
nails
,
than
barks
that
were
not
Dingo
's
sounded
over
the
place
.
The
faithful
animal
had
just
been
scented
by
the
native
dogs
,
and
doubtless
could
do
nothing
more
than
take
to
flight
.
Some
detonations
burst
forth
.
The
overseer
half
awoke
.
Dick
Sand
,
no
longer
able
to
think
of
escaping
,
because
the
alarm
was
given
,
must
then
roll
himself
up
again
in
his
corner
,
and
,
after
a
lovely
hope
,
he
saw
appear
that
day
which
would
be
without
a
to-morrow
for
him
.
During
all
that
day
the
grave-diggers
'
labors
were
pushed
on
with
briskness
.
A
large
number
of
natives
took
part
,
under
the
direction
of
Queen
Moini
's
first
minister
.
All
must
be
ready
at
the
hour
named
,
under
penalty
of
mutilation
,
for
the
new
sovereign
promised
to
follow
the
defunct
king
's
ways
,
point
by
point
.
The
waters
of
the
brook
having
been
turned
aside
,
it
was
in
the
dry
bed
that
the
vast
ditch
was
dug
,
to
a
depth
of
ten
feet
,
over
an
extent
of
fifty
feet
long
by
ten
wide
.
Toward
the
end
of
the
day
they
began
to
carpet
it
,
at
the
bottom
and
along
the
walls
,
with
living
women
,
chosen
among
Moini
Loungga
's
slaves
.
Generally
those
unfortunates
are
buried
alive
.
But
,
on
account
of
this
strange
and
perhaps
miraculous
death
of
Moini
Loungga
,
it
had
been
decided
that
they
should
be
drowned
near
the
body
of
their
master
.
One
can
not
imagine
what
those
horrible
hecatombs
are
,
when
a
powerful
chief
's
memory
must
be
fitly
honored
among
these
tribes
of
Central
Africa
.
Cameron
says
that
more
than
a
hundred
victims
were
thus
sacrificed
at
the
funeral
ceremonies
of
the
King
of
Kassongo
's
father
.
It
is
also
the
custom
for
the
defunct
king
to
be
dressed
in
his
most
costly
clothes
before
being
laid
in
his
tomb
.
But
this
time
,
as
there
was
nothing
left
of
the
royal
person
except
a
few
burnt
bones
,
it
was
necessary
to
proceed
in
another
manner
.
A
willow
manikin
was
made
,
representing
Moini
Loungga
sufficiently
well
,
perhaps
advantageously
,
and
in
it
they
shut
up
the
remains
the
combustion
had
spared
.
The
manikin
was
then
clothed
with
the
royal
vestments
--
we
know
that
those
clothes
are
not
worth
much
--
and
they
did
not
forget
to
ornament
it
with
Cousin
Benedict
's
famous
spectacles
.
There
was
something
terribly
comic
in
this
masquerade
.
The
ceremony
would
take
place
with
torches
and
with
great
pomp
.
The
whole
population
of
Kazounde
,
native
or
not
,
must
assist
at
it
.
When
the
evening
had
come
,
a
long
cortège
descended
the
principal
street
,
from
the
tchitoka
as
far
as
the
burial
place
.
Cries
,
funeral
dances
,
magicians
'
incantations
,
noises
from
instruments
and
detonations
from
old
muskets
from
the
arsenals
--
nothing
was
lacking
in
it
.
