Cuthbert, who dabbled in stocks and shares, was an acquisition to any syndicate, and on the understanding that part of his duty would be the obtaining of the concession, he gladly financed the syndicate to the extent of seven thousand pounds, four thousand of which Messrs. Isidore and McPherson very kindly returned to him to cover the cost of his expedition.
The other three thousand were earmarked for office expenses.
As Mr. McPherson truly said:
"Whatever happens, we"re on velvet, my boy," which was perfectly true.
Before Cuthbert sailed, McPherson offered him a little advice.
"Whatever you do," he said, "steer clear of that dam" Commissioner Sanders. He"s one of those pryin", interferin"--"
"I know the breed," said Cuthbert wisely. "This is not my first visit to Africa. Did I ever tell you about the lion I shot in Uganda?"
A week later he sailed.
In course of time came a strange white man through Sanders" domain. This white man, who was Cuthbert, was following the green path to death-but this he did not know. He threw his face to the forest, as the natives say, and laughed, and the people of the village of O"Tembi, standing before their wattle huts, watched him in silent wonder.
It was a wide path between huge trees, and the green of the undergrowth was flecked with sunlight, and, indeed, the green path was beautiful to the eye, being not unlike a parkland avenue.
N"Beki, chief of this village of the O"Tembi, a very good old man, went out to the path when the white man began his journey.
"White man," he said solemnly, "this is the road to h.e.l.l, where all manner of devils live. Night brings remorse, and dawn brings self-hatred, which is worse than death."
Cuthbert, whose Swaheli was faulty, and whose Bomongo talk was nil, grinned impatiently as his coastboy translated unpicturesquely.
"Dam n.i.g.g.e.r done say, this be bad place, no good; he say bimeby you libe for die."
"Tell him to go to blazes!" said Cuthbert noisily; "and, look here, Flagstaff, ask him where the rubber is, see? Tell him we know all about the forest, and ask him about the elephants, where their playground is?"
Cuthbert was broad-shouldered and heavily built, and under his broad sun-helmet his face was very hot and moist.
"Tell the white man," said the chief quietly, "there is no rubber within seven days" journey, and that we do not know ivory; elephants there were cala cala-but not now."
"He"s a liar!" was Cuthbert"s only comment. "Get these beggars moving, Flagstaff. Hi, alapa", avanti, trek!"
"These beggars," a straggling line of them, resumed their loads uncomplainingly. They were good carriers, as carriers go, and only two had died since the march began.
Cuthbert stood and watched them pa.s.s, using his stick dispa.s.sionately upon the laggards. Then he turned to go.
"Ask him," he said finally, "why he calls this the road to what-d"ye-call-it?"
The old man shook his head.
"Because of the devils," he said simply.
"Tell him he"s a silly a.s.s!" bellowed Cuthbert and followed his carriers.
This natural path the caravan took extended in almost a straight line through the forest. It was a strange path because of its very smoothness, and the only drawback lay in the fact that it seemed to be the breeding-place of flies-little black flies, as big as the house-fly of familiar shape, if anything a little bigger.
They terrified the natives for many reasons, but princ.i.p.ally because they stung. They did not terrify Cuthbert, because he was dressed in tapai cloth; none the less, there were times when these black flies found joints in his armour and roused him to anger. This path extended ten miles and made pleasant travelling. Then the explorer struck off into the forest, following another path, well beaten, but more difficult.
By devious routes Mr. Cuthbert came into the heart of Sanders" territories, and he was successful in this, that he avoided Sanders. He had with him a caravan of sixty men and an interpreter, and in due course he reached his objective, which was the village of a great chief ruling a remarkable province-Bosambo, of the Ochori, no less; sometime Krooman, steward of the Elder Dempster line, chief on sufferance, but none the less an interesting person. Bosambo, you may be sure, came out to greet his visitor.
"Say to him," said Cuthbert to his interpreter, "that I am proud to meet the great chief."
"Lord chief," said the interpreter in the vernacular, "this white man is a fool, and has much money."
"So I see," said Bosambo.
"Tell him," said Cuthbert, with all the dignity of an amba.s.sador, "that I have come to bring him wonderful presents."
"The white man says," said the interpreter, "that if he is sure you are a good man he will give you presents. Now," said the interpreter carefully, "as I am the only man who can speak for you, let us make arrangements. You shall give me one-third of all he offers. Then will I persuade him to continue giving, since he is the father of mad people."
"And you," said Bosambo briefly, "are the father of liars."
He made a sign to his guard, and they seized upon the unfortunate interpreter and led him forth. Cuthbert, in a sweat of fear, pulled a revolver.
"Master," said Bosambo loftily, "you no make um fuss. Dis dam" n.i.g.g.e.r, he no good; he make you speak bad t"ings. I speak um English proper. You sit down, we talk um."
So Cuthbert sat down in the village of Ochori, and for three days there was a great giving of presents, and signing of concessions. Bosambo conceded the Ochori country-that was a small thing. He granted forest rights of the Isisi, he sold the Akasava, he bartered away the Lulungo territories and the "native products thereof"-I quote from the written doc.u.ment now preserved at the Colonial Office and bearing the scrawled signature of Bosambo-and he added, as a lordly afterthought, the Ikeli district.
"What about river rights?" asked the delighted Cuthbert.
"What will you give um?" demanded Bosambo cautiously.
"Forty English pounds?" suggested Cuthbert.
"I take um," said Bosambo.
It was a remarkably simple business; a more knowledgeable man than Cuthbert would have been scared by the easiness of his success, but Cuthbert was too satisfied with himself to be scared at anything.
It is said that his leave-taking with Bosambo was of an affecting character, that Bosambo wept and embraced his benefactor"s feet.
Be that as it may, his "concessions" in his pocket, Cuthbert began his coastward journey, still avoiding Sanders.
He came to Etebi and found a deputy-commissioner, who received him with open arms. Here Cuthbert stayed a week.
Mr. Torrington at the time was tremendously busy with a scheme for stamping out sleeping sickness. Until then, Cuthbert was under the impression that it was a pleasant disease, the princ.i.p.al symptom of which was a painless coma. Fascinated, he extended his stay to a fortnight, seeing many dreadful sights, for Torrington had established a sort of amateur clinic, and a hundred cases a day came to him for treatment.
"And it comes from the bite of a tsetse fly?" said Cuthbert. "Show me a tsetse."
Torrington obliged him, and when the other saw the little black insect he went white to the lips.
"My G.o.d!" he whispered, "I"ve been bitten by that!"
"It doesn"t follow--" began Torrington; but Cuthbert was blundering and stumbling in wild fear to his carriers" camp.
"Get your loads!" he yelled. "Out of this cursed country we get as quick as we can!"