GOLD

“Nothing yet!” DeForest wiped the sweat from his brow as Wilhelm joined him in the bow of the skiff.

Shortly after beginning their journey two days ago, they discovered that the lower Niger River meandered with many twists and turns and had numerous small tributaries emptying into it.  That plus the dense vegetation that formed walls on each side of the river made it difficult to approximate the distance they had come.

“But I think vee are close.” Wilhelm cupped his hand to his forehead shielding his eyes from the midday sun.

The letter directed them to a tributary with ‘double twin trees’ but did not indicate which side of the river.  All of them were intently watching both sides of the river knowing that if they missed the offshoot, their quest would fail.

“There!” shouted Vilas.  “Just ahead on the left. There’s a pair of mahogany trees on each side of that tributary.”

“Ja,” Wilhelm nodded.  “Doppelzwillingsbaume!”

Jung steered the skiff into the tributary.

“Now, if this is the right stream, we should see a waterfall in about a kilometer.”  Ignatius’ voice revealed his anticipation.

But moving the skiff against the current of the tributary was slow and arduous.  The channel narrowed and rock cliffs replaced the mangrove, baobab and tamarind trees.  They were all hot and exhausted when they heard the roar from upstream. Rounding a bend, they saw water cascading over a steep rock wall.

“We’re here!”  Ruth cheered and the others joined her nearly capsizing the boat in their excitement.

Jung maneuvered the skiff to a rock ledge near the waterfall and secured it to a large stone.

Ignatius pointed at the rock face.  “That ledge continues upward and disappears behind the waterfall.”

They climbed cautiously along the ledge and entered the area behind the falling water.  The cool mist covered them and they were soon wet but their hearts raced with expectation.  Each of them slowly entered the hidden cave.

As their eyes adjusted to the dim light, DeForest called out.  “There, at the back of the cave! There’s a chest.”

The chest was closed but unlocked.  Ignatius spoke. “All together!” Each of them placed a hand on the chest lid and lifted it together.  The gold coins spilled out onto the cave floor.

Ignatius reached into his hip pocket and pulled his flask.  Holding it in the air he said, “For the Gamesmen Society!” 

“THE GAMESMEN SOCIETY!” they all cheered.

3oz straight Whiskey.

DOWN STREAM

After only barren sand and rocky outcroppings visible out the windows of the train, the travelers welcomed the sight of green grasses and scrub brush appearing on the landscape outside.  It meant soon they would be seeing the tropical forest that marks the end of the Trans-Saharan rail line at Timbuktu. A few hours later, they got off the train and made their way south to the docks of the Niger River ready for the next stage of their adventure.

Vilas scanned the boats along the pier.  “Most of these are ancient or too small for what we want.”

“How about that one?”  Ruth pointed to a skiff near the end of the wharf.

“Let’s hope we can secure that one.”  Ignatius led them down the wooden pier.

Upon closer inspection, the skiff did appear to be large enough for all of them.  Midway on the boat was a canvas covered shelter.

“Hello! Is anyone aboard?” called DeForest.

A woman emerged from the canvas enclosure, straightened her jeogori and eyed them cautiously.

“We would like to rent your boat to go to the lower Niger River?”  DeForest said.  “We need to go about fifty kilometers beyond the bend.”

She shook her head assertively. “No, that’s not possible. I would lose my boat!”

“What do you mean?” asked Vilas.

After introductions were made they learned her name was Jung Ja Lee, known for mastering the currents of the Niger River, and she explained that if they went that far downstream, there would be no way to return against the current.  The only option would be to ride the current south to the Niger Delta at the Gulf of Guinea.

Ignatius gave the others one of his looks. The five of them walked a short distance up the pier.

“We must get down the river to find the gold and once we do, it is probably a good idea to have a plan to take it with us.”  He paused and looked back at Jung Ja Lee and the skiff.  “If the amount we offer could sway her to change her mind, we could load it on the boat, head south, and book passage back to civilization at the Gulf of Guinea.”  

“Listen, no amount will convince her when she would lose the boat.” Ruth reminded them.

“Being a member of our adventure society might!” Ignatius decidedly spoke up.

So, they shared their mission with Jung Ja Lee and convinced her that with her share of the gold she would not need to worry about her boat ever again.

“Your quest and your society sound intriguing…let me ponder it over a drink.”

2 Cups Soju
1/2 Cup Thinly Sliced Unpeeled Ginger
Add thinly sliced unpeeled ginger into a jar and top with 2 cups of soju. Let it infuse for 1 week. Filter out the solids using a sieve and store the infused soju in a tightly sealed container.

2 Ounces Ginger Infused Soju
1 Ounce Yuzu Juice
3-4 Ounces Alcoholic Ginger Beer
Ice
Candied Ginger
Fill a mug with ice. Add soju and yuzu juice to the cup and top with alcoholic ginger beer. Garnish with candied ginger.