Word: mooning
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Along that riverbank a thousand miles Tattooed cannibals danced in files. . . . Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, Boom! Boom, steal the pigmies. . . . Boom, kill the white men. . . . From the mouth of the Congo To the Mountains of the Moon...
More than three miles tall, the "Mountains of the Moon" tower above Central Africa, regal in tremendous ermine robes of perpetual snow. Last week a white King & Queen passed with the pomp of a state visit before the white Moon Mountains. Black buck Negroes and black buxom Negresses prostrated themselves, as was fitting, before His Majesty Albert I, King of the Belgians and of Belgian Congo Blackamoors-and Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth. The white Sovereigns, complacent, were on tour through their Afric domains, which are larger in area than all Western Europe and contain almost as many Blackamoors as does...
...Like some prodigious bended bow the River Congo curves away from the Moon Mountains and flows 3,000 miles across Africa to the Atlantic. Of all rivers whatsoever, only the Amazon, in Brazil, is greater. Every time a second ticks, prodigal Mother Congo empties into the ocean more than a million cubic feet of water. Stopping last week beside a river of such magnitude, Their Belgian Majesties must have given many a thought to the cold, relentless businessman who first exploited good Mother Congo and her Blackamoors as his hirelings, slaves and strumpets. The strumpeteer was King Leopold...
Descending the Congo valley, last week, on their way back to the Atlantic, King Albert & Queen Elizabeth came, after passing the Mountains of the Moon, to the border of what is perhaps the Congo's greatest wonder: the "Pigmy Forest," also called the "Stanley Forest" and the "Great Forest of the Congo." Strong, hearty, cheerful, white men have not seldom emerged from a journey through the Pigmy Forest with hair turned white and mind temporarily unhinged by its stark terror. Darkness. The Great Forest is always dark. So prodigious is the foliage that even at high noon deep twilight...
STREETS IN THE MOON-Archibald MacLeish-Houghton Mifflm...