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At
last
Queen
Moini
made
a
gesture
,
and
the
barricade
that
held
back
the
upper
waters
gradually
opened
By
a
refinement
of
cruelty
,
the
current
was
allowed
to
filter
down
the
river
,
instead
of
being
precipitated
by
an
instantaneous
bursting
open
of
the
dam
.
Slow
death
instead
of
quick
death
!
The
water
first
drowned
the
carpet
of
slaves
which
covered
the
bottom
of
the
ditch
.
Horrible
leaps
were
made
by
those
living
creatures
,
who
struggled
against
asphyxia
.
They
saw
Dick
Sand
,
submerged
to
the
knees
,
make
a
last
effort
to
break
his
bonds
.
But
the
water
mounted
.
The
last
heads
disappeared
under
the
torrent
,
that
took
its
course
again
,
and
nothing
indicated
that
at
the
bottom
of
this
river
was
dug
a
tomb
,
where
one
hundred
victims
had
just
perished
in
honor
of
Kazounde
's
king
.
The
pen
would
refuse
to
paint
such
pictures
,
if
regard
for
the
truth
did
not
impose
the
duty
of
describing
them
in
their
abominable
reality
.
Man
is
still
there
,
in
those
sad
countries
.
To
be
ignorant
of
it
is
not
allowable
.
Harris
and
Negoro
had
told
a
lie
in
saying
that
Mrs.
Weldon
and
little
Jack
were
dead
.
She
,
her
son
,
and
Cousin
Benedict
were
then
in
Kazounde
.
After
the
assault
on
the
ant-hill
,
they
had
been
taken
away
beyond
the
camp
on
the
Coanza
by
Harris
and
Negoro
,
accompanied
by
a
dozen
native
soldiers
.
A
palanquin
,
the
"
kitanda
"
of
the
country
,
received
Mrs.
Weldon
and
little
Jack
.
Why
such
care
on
the
part
of
such
a
man
as
Negoro
?
Mrs.
Weldon
was
afraid
to
explain
it
to
herself
.
The
journey
from
the
Counza
to
Kazounde
was
made
rapidly
and
without
fatigue
.
Cousin
Benedict
,
on
whom
trouble
seemed
to
have
no
effect
,
walked
with
a
firm
step
.
As
he
was
allowed
to
search
to
the
right
and
to
the
left
,
he
did
not
think
of
complaining
.
The
little
troop
,
then
,
arrived
at
Kazounde
eight
days
before
Ibn
Hamis
's
caravan
.
Mrs.
Weldon
was
shut
up
,
with
her
child
and
Cousin
Benedict
,
in
Alvez
's
establishment
.
Little
Jack
was
much
better
.
On
leaving
the
marshy
country
,
where
he
had
taken
the
fever
,
he
gradually
became
better
,
and
now
he
was
doing
well
.
No
doubt
neither
he
nor
his
mother
could
have
borne
the
hardships
of
the
caravan
;
but
owing
to
the
manner
in
which
they
had
made
this
journey
,
during
which
they
had
been
given
a
certain
amount
of
care
,
they
were
in
a
satisfactory
condition
,
physically
at
least
.
As
to
her
companions
,
Mrs.
Weldon
had
heard
nothing
of
them
.
After
having
seen
Hercules
flee
into
the
forest
,
she
did
not
know
what
had
become
of
him
.
