"I have seen a good many starving men in my time, but this lost stranger when I found him was the most miserable object I ever beheld. He lay propped up against a tree, with his feet over a pool of water, near where my men had left him. His eyes were sunk in his head, his lips parched and cracked, his voice almost gone. A few hours more and he would have been beyond help. He had fainted, so they told me, after writing the scrawl, and only the efforts of my men and the morsel of food they could spare him brought him back to life. When I had poured a few drops of brandy down his throat and had made him a broth and warmed him up his strength began to come back. It is astonishing what a few ounces of food will do for a starving man.
"He told me he had been deserted by his carriers, who had robbed him of all he had--food, ammunition, everything--and since then he had wandered aimlessly about, living on bitter berries and fungi. He had, it appears, been sent to Zanzibar by his government to str
A group of friends sitting around a Parisian salon one evening talking about dueling become confused when an African explorer tells them there is something greater than revenge--the primeval.
Basically a white-man-out-of-place-in-Africa story that is the worse for being told second-hand instead of unfolding as it happened.
Not anything exceptional.