The young man speculated that he should have walked more than ten miles before he exhausted his strength and fell asleep the day before. But compared with the present, those roads are not challenging. This muddy mountain road is located on a wooded hillside, full of loose granite and stones. He is strong and healthy, only 25 years old, but he still walks hard step by step. Gradually, he couldn't keep up with his barefoot companions. Their ability to walk on wet stones is obviously much better than his wearing leather boots. He was left behind alone, and his blue cotton shirt and brown trousers were covered with mud.
Somewhere, it's hard to say where it started, and the gentle hum broke all the silence. The higher he climbed, the louder his voice became, and the hiss of his breathing gradually became a rumble. Through the dense plants, he found others standing on a vast flat ground. Then what appeared before his eyes was an unprecedented scene: from a slope that seemed to be about one or two kilometers, the torrent poured down, forming a large pool of rotating whirlpool. A mist formed on the rapids, like a gauze covering everything: swaying ferns, logs lying on the water, and creaking trees on the river bank. According to his calculation, they are about 1500 meters above sea level.
He stopped and got some water from the pool to drink, but he could only rest. On the mountain not far ahead, one of his companions found footprints that did not belong to them. This footprint left in the mud is a strange circle. The thumb seems to be very prominent, and the angle between it and the other four toes is very large.
When he saw the footprints with his own eyes, the hunter suddenly felt his heartbeat and felt that his heart was about to touch the ribs: this is the goal he pursued all the way, and now it seems within reach.
Along these tracks, these people stumbled to a seemingly abandoned tribe. A few years ago, all the collapsed huts in this land were cleared away. Sugarcane fields have become ruins. The hunter broke a cane and sucked sweet juice from it. Another of his companions found some recently ravaged plants, which seemed to be uprooted and smashed into pulp in a very violent way.
They looked at each other and picked up the rifles tied to their backs. More paths extend down the hill. The group of people crossed the river carefully on the driftwood. On the other side are many granite boulders, some of which are almost as big as a small house. The footprint here seems to have been updated, and there is still mud in it. The hunter went around to the right of the boulder, while several of his companions went around to the left. When he went around to the other side of the granite, he happened to see four dark creatures rushing into the dense forest.
Their figures disappeared in the blink of an eye, and they bowed their heads and leaned forward when running. In his later records, he felt that these furry animals "looked like people running for their lives." Just a few minutes ago, he might have vowed that the torrent in the mountains was the most magical sight he had ever seen in his life, but the blurred images of the creatures that ran away in a blink of an eye were replaced in an instant.
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(This article is authorized to be published by Facebook, and the source is: Facebook Publishing/Montrell's "Measuring Savages: Starting from the jungle, witnessing civilization and barbarism with life")
Measuring savage: starting from the jungle, witnessing civilization and barbarism all my life. Author: Montrell.
Publishing House: Facebook Publishing House