Their raids were sudden and swift. They seized ivory and retreated
into the trackless wastes of the north before the guardians of
the territory they raped could be made aware of their presence.
Relentlessly they slaughtered elephants themselves as well as
stealing ivory from the natives. Their following consisted of a
hundred or more renegade Arabs and Negro slaves--a fierce, relentless
band of cut-throats. Remember them--Carl Jenssen and Sven Malbihn,
yellow-bearded, Swedish giants--for you will meet them later.
In the heart of the jungle, hidden away upon the banks of a small
unexplored tributary of a large river that empties into the Atlantic
not so far from the equator, lay a small, heavily palisaded village.
Twenty palm-thatched, beehive huts sheltered its black population,
while a half-dozen goat skin tents in the center of the clearing
housed the score of Arabs who found shelter here while, by trading
and raiding, they collected the cargoes which their ships of the
desert bore northward twice each year to the market of Timbuktu.
Playing before one of the Arab tents was a little girl of ten--a
black-haired, black-eyed little girl who, with her nut-brown skin
and graceful carriage looked every inch a daughter of the desert.
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