"Me
look for safe place too stay."
"You think the storm will be a heavy one?" asked Randolph Rover
anxiously.
"Werry heavy, massah; werry heavy," returned Cujo. "Come wid me,
all ob you," and he set off on a run.
All followed as quickly as they could, and soon found themselves
under a high mass of rocks overlooking the Kassai River. They had
hardly gained the shelter when the storm burst over their heads in
all of its wild fury.
"My, but this beats anything that I ever saw before!" cried Sam,
as the wind began to rush by them with ever-increasing velocity.
"Him blow big by-me-by," said Cujo with a sober face. "Him big
storm, dis."
"The air was full of a moanin' sound," to use Aleck's way of
expressing it. It came from a great distance and caused the
monkeys and birds to set up more of a noise than ever. The trees
were now swaying violently, and presently from a distance came a
crack like that of a big pistol.
"Was that a tree went down?" asked Randolph Rover, and Cujo
nodded. "It is a good thing, then, that we got out of the
forest."
"Big woods werry dangerous in heap storm like dis," answered the
African. "Tree come down, maybe kill um. Hark! now um comin'!"
He crouched down between two of the largest rocks and instinctively
the others followed suit. The "moanin" increased until, with a
roar and a rush, a regular tropical hurricane was upon them.
The blackness of the atmosphere was filled with flying tree
branches and scattered vines, while the birds, large and small,
swept past like chips on a swiftly flowing river, powerless to
save themselves in those fierce gusts.
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