Sitting in airport Abu Dhabi traveling to ” End of the Earth ” writhing this blog with help of Lord Huron And Mary Gaunt enjoy put your volume up. And stay tuned.
The fascination Africa has always held for those who have visited her shores has hitherto been the fascination of the mistress, never of the wife.
She held out no lure, for she was no courtesan. A man came to her in his eager youth asking, praying that she would give him that which should make all life good; and she trusted and opened her arms.
What she had to give she gave freely, generously; there was no stint, no lack. and he took. Her charm he counted as a matter of course, her tenderness was his due, her passion his pleasure; but the fascination he barely admitted could not keep him.
Though she had given all, she had no rights and, when other desires called, he left her, left her with words of pity that were an injury, of regret that were an insult.
But all this is changing.
Africa holds. The man who has known Africa longs for her.
In the sordid city streets he remembers the nights and loneliness of her forests, by the rippling brook he remembers the wide rivers rushing tumultuous from the lakes, in the night when on the roof the rain is plashing drearily, he remembers the mellow tropical nights, the sky of velvet far away, the stars like points of gold, the warm moonlight that, with its deeper shadows, made a fairer world.
Even the languor and the heat he longs for, the white surf on the yellow sand of the beaches, the thick jungle growth densely matted, rankly luxuriant, pulsating with the irrepressible life of the tropics.
All other places are tame
Mary Gaunt sierra leone 1910