“Every child in the place as soon as it saw my white face let a howl out of it as if it had seen his Satanic Majesty, horns, hoofs, tail and all, and fled into the nearest hut, headlong, and I fear, from the continuance of the screams, had fits. The town was exceedingly filthy-the remains of the crocodile they had been eating the week before last, and piles of fish offal, and remains of an elephant hippo or manatee-I can’t really say which, decomposition was far too advanced- united to form a most impressive stench.”
Mary Kingsley, “A Hippo Banquet, Travels in West Africa”, 1897.
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