[Eight Hundred Leagues on the Amazon by Jules Verne]@TWC D-Link bookEight Hundred Leagues on the Amazon CHAPTER VII 10/11
But a bridge of lianas, made of _"bejucos,"_ twined together by their interlacing branches, crossed the stream.
The cipo, dividing into two strings, served for a handrail, and passed from one bank to the other. Benito, all the time in front, had already stepped on the swinging floor of this vegetable bridge. Manoel wished to keep his sister back. "Stay--stay, Minha!" he said, "Benito may go further if he likes, but let us remain here." "No! Come on, come on, dear mistress!" said Lina.
"Don't be afraid, the liana is getting thinner; we shall get the better of it, and find out its end!" And, without hesitation, the young mulatto boldly ventured toward Benito. "What children they are!" replied Minha.
"Come along, Manoel, we must follow." And they all cleared the bridge, which swayed above the ravine like a swing, and plunged again beneath the mighty trees. But they had not proceeded for ten minutes along the interminable cipo, in the direction of the river, when they stopped, and this time not without cause. "Have we got to the end of the liana ?" asked Minha. "No," replied Benito; "but we had better advance with care.
Look!" and Benito pointed to the cipo which, lost in the branches of a high ficus, was agitated by violent shakings. "What causes that ?" asked Manoel. "Perhaps some animal that we had better approach with a little circumspection!" And Benito, cocking his gun, motioned them to let him go on a bit, and stepped about ten paces to the front. Manoel, the two girls, and the black remained motionless where they were. Suddenly Benito raised a shout, and they saw him rush toward a tree; they all ran as well. Sight the most unforeseen, and little adapted to gratify the eyes! A man, hanging by the neck, struggled at the end of the liana, which, supple as a cord, had formed into a slipknot, and the shakings came from the jerks into which he still agitated it in the last convulsions of his agony! Benito threw himself on the unfortunate fellow, and with a cut of his hunting-knife severed the cipo. The man slipped on to the ground.
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