IN AFRICAN FOREST AND JUNGLE 



the ocean to those southern latitudes had taken me 

 away from them. Many stars that were unknown to 

 me had taken their place, and though they were beau- 

 tiful and I admired them, I did not love them. The 

 stars that twinkle and look down upon the bright 

 glittering snow, the Mississippi, the Rocky Mountains, 

 the Alleghanies, upon our great lakes, prairies, dales, 

 and hills, upon the pine, the oak, the beech, the 

 elm, and the birch, upon the violets, buttercups, and 

 goldenrods, were those I loved the best. 



An uncontrollable fit of sadness seized me as I 

 missed them. I thought of home, of friends. Tears 

 filled my eyes, I could not help it. Fortunate was it 

 that Rogala was not near me. He might have thought 

 that the Oguizi was, after all, a human being. 



But there were stars that were old friends. The 

 Pleiades were there, the stars of the constellation of 

 the Great Bear. Vega, that I loved so much at 

 home, seemed to be right above me ; so were Aldebaran 

 and the stars of the constellation of Orion. Here the 

 position of the stars made the sword perfectly straight. 



The sky of the southern hemisphere was very unlike 

 that of the northern. One of the most striking sights 

 was the constellation of the Cross, commonly known 

 by mariners as the Southern Cross, composed of four 

 brilliant stars. The three brightest stars in the 



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