Adventure In African American Essay

Deep in the jungles of Africa, an expedition of tribesmen led by two scientists from America hack their way through the thick brush and dense shrub searching for an unidentified cache. The flashlight beams pierce the pitch-blackness as they fight off the warlike attacks of the hungry mosquitoes. The beams shoot in all directions searching out the source of a familiar breathing that has spooked the natives. Off in the distance, an intense red illumination mysterious dominates the gloomy skyline, with its radiant, shimmering suggestive the impression of a distant fire.

In a panic the tribesmen scurry in many directions, remaining on edge, as the breathing gets closer, the mumblings among the tribesmen troubles the scientists and their worst fears are confirmed when alarming snarls from a hungry

lion manifest. The expected roar sends the natives in panic. The flashlights expose the endless darkness as they load their weapons in a nervous scuttle, in search for the king of the jungle.

To scare off the beast, the natives start shouting and kicking into the darkness, generating noises using Brushwood and Rungu, an exclusive club made from the roots of the jungle trees used in battle, as they try to locate the evasive man-eater. The tribesmen watch as a flashlight beam centers on a nearby tree, exposing a slight movement of a possible would-be Lion.

The tribesmen cautiously move within feet of the tree in hopes to frighten off the predator. A heavy breathing startles one native who turns fully expecting to see his worst nightmare, as the flashlight beam focuses the illumination reveals the native is only a few inches away from the face of a full-grown male lion. Staring into the predator's eyes, the tribesman observes the vast and powerful jaws of the growling man-eater. As the mighty jaws open, his deadly razor-sharp teeth are exposed. With a mighty roar, the lion lets out a shrieking growl frightening the tribesman who stumbles back catching his footing in time to get a first-hand glimpse into the face of death.

A flash of light

Southern California the Mansion of DR. Paul B. Lawton:

The door opens slowly; in the center of the room is a huge water fountain accented with a brass figure of a most unusual dolphin, positioned precisely in the middle of the structure. The water designed uniquely so it is purposely spluttering from the mouth of the figure giving the simulated feeling that the porpoise is alive. A closer look reveals that the dolphin is moving ever so slightly. Priceless carvings and valuable paintings fill the entire foyer. A broad stairway made of marble elegantly winds to the second-floor landing. A crystal chandelier with extraordinary sculptures suspends securely from the ceiling. The carpet made exceptional of fine consigned antique Persian, custom designed just for the Doctor.

The railing immaculately polished and finished with fine mahogany; special artistic decorations emulate the many paintings and unusual mementos that so elegantly canvass the walls. With a distinct heavy English accent, a well-mannered man speaks, “Welcome to Lawton Estates, the home of Doctor Paul B. Lawton.
“As you can see, Doctor Lawton is a very prosperous world-renowned inventor a distinguished Scientist, novelist, and three-time Nobel Prize winner.
“He designed and constructed numerous Top-Secret inventions all of which he developed and sold to the government. Some of these magnificent inventions consist of Nanotechnology, the manipulation of matter measured on an atomic molecular and supramolecular scale.
“Doctor Lawton sold the Nanotechnology concept with the possibilities to include medicine and energy production.” The English man so elegantly explains. Dressed in a well-tailored black suit and an utmost fascinating tie, he stops in front of an oversized entrance right next to the study just adjacent to the stairs.
“This is the library, or should I say one of the many that exist here at the Estate. This is where for the most part the good doctor spends his time. You see, Master Lawton has not been able to get around too well since the accident, a very unfortunate mishap indeed.
“Allow me to explain, approximately ten years ago, Doctor Lawton and his colleague Professor Boniface the 3rd were on an expedition in Africa.”

A flash of light

In the pitch-blackness of the African jungle, a terrified tribesman stands face to face with a ferocious male lion.

His hands trembling from the emanate fear; his weapon seems frozen in time. Staring into the face of death, he stands frightfully evaluating whether or not to run, knowing it will assuredly accelerate his demise if he tries to move. The lion gazes at the horrified staff, he moves unexpectedly at the tribesman, who a remains powerless with fear, cautiously the man takes another step back.
However, for some strange reason, the lion glancing back as if he was looking for something evades the tribesman. Then, with a sudden and deafening roar, he turns.
Their eyes meet, but for a moment, long enough for the man to realize, those eyes may be the last thing he ever sees. Leaping forward the lion prepares to attack. With his last act of defiance, the tribesman closes his eyes and screams. However, spooked by something it senses is approaching the lion unexpectedly runs off frightened by the unseen

danger.

Opening his eyes, the sight of the lion running away has the tribesman amazed. Realizing something is dreadfully wrong for that to happen. He is dumbfounded by the dramatic turn of events. What he believed to be his last breath was not, and he finds himself alive but somewhat shaken, miraculously avoiding being devoured by the hungry beast. Lawton, who is standing within eyesight of the tribesman witnesses the entire incident, and cannot believe what he has seen.
“The lions are running away,” he yells to his colleague who is hiding somewhere in the pitch-blackness wondering what could have spooked the beast. Without warning, the Monkeys, in an erratic screaming panic break out from among the trees scampering quickly to escape the jungle. A high-pitched sound penetrates the air as a flock of Birds and other foul scatter into the night sky.
Surprised by the fleeing birds Boniface expresses
“What’s going on?” Several female lions dart pass the tribesmen without giving them a second thought. The animals of the night are running away in a mass frenzy, Black Wilder Beast, Bushbuck, Stripped Hyena, Black Back Jackal to name a few, running away as if someone had opened the floodgates of a rushing dam. The tribesmen watch in disbelief as one of them whispers.
“Beelzebub!
“Evil has awakened”