Congo resident, Bokwala: The Story of a Congo Victim (1910)
“ Hastily we made our plans, picked up the little food we had saved from our evening meal, [41] grasped our hunting spears and knives, and slipped away into the bush at the back of the village. We went very stealthily—nya-nya, like a leopard when he is stalking his prey—scared at every sound, starting at the snapping of a twig, the call of a night-bird or the whistle of an insect. ”
