Feather Woman of the Jungle

Feather Woman of the Jungle by Amos Tutuola

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grave. But when she saw the rope in her hands and that I was pulling her towards the grave instead to come out to her, she was greatly feared. She struggled to run away, but I did not allow her to do so. She tried to cut off the rope and run away for her life but I was pulling her into the grave. After a while, she was despaired and said: “Are you not my lover?” I replied with a fearful voice: “I am not your lover at all but I am a man who come to take you to heaven now! Come inside the grave and let us go together!” But she replied with fear: “Not at all! Please leave my hands and let me go away!”
    As she was still shouting with fear and struggling very roughly to escape, I jumped out of the grave. I rushed againsther and held her both arms to her back so suddenly that she was nearly to faint for fear. Then I tied the rope to her both wrists. After that I left her there because she had no power again that time. I went to her husband and I met him on that old three-legged chair, on which I sat before. When I met him, he was still perplexed, he was doing like a man who was dreaming although his body and health showed as if nothing had happened to him in his life. Anyhow, I helped him to stand up and I took him to that room. I told him to sit on one stool which was in another part of that room, and then I first cut his hairs, moustache and beard very short, because all were overgrown and fearful to see. After, I cut all finger-nails quite short, then I took one of the big clothes which the woman or his wife, hung on the walls as part of decorations. He wrapped his body with it for the cloth which was on his body before was already torn into pieces for repeatedly beating by his wife.
    After that, as he had then regained all his senses or was normal, both of us walked nearer to his wife who stood near one corner in that room. Then I forced her to surrender her supernatural power which she was using to change person into another form. She first refused to surrender it, but when she saw that I became so wild that I wanted to shoot her right out that moment, she vomited it in her both palms. It was just like a minute white bird. And it was shaking like a chicken which was just hatched. Then I took one of the calabashes which were in that room, she put it in it and then I covered that calabash with its lid before I put it in my hunting-bag because I was taking it to the town to show it to the people.
    When it was about eight o’clock in the morning, I was taking this woman and her husband to the town. But when I took them to the town and the people saw them in front of me, her husband was snatched with gladness by the people and wascarried by head to his father’s palace, although his wife was stoning along in the town until we came to the palace.
    When I took her to the king (the father of her husband) and then I told him how I had saved his son and again, I gave him the supernatural power of that woman, which she had vomited. And when the king removed the cover of the calabash and saw it, he gave the order to take the woman to the god of iron in the front of the palace. Therefore she was tied up to a tree in front of the god.
    The king and his chiefs thanked me greatly for saving his son. In the following morning, several ceremonies were started which lasted for many days. After the ceremonies had been performed, the king fulfilled his promise. He gave me many costly clothes, costly coral beads and many costly presents which I brought to the village and I sold them for a considerable amount of money.
    “And that was the end of the entertainment of this night, my people, or the end of the adventure of my second journey. So tomorrow, I shall continue to tell you the adventure of my third journey!”
    Then after the people beat the drums, sang, and danced for a few minutes they went back to their houses with gladness.

I was Caught by the Savage Men
    The entertainment of the fourth night
    (
My third Journey
)
    Now the

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