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Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and pounded on the Pounded on the table, Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a Hard as they were able, Boom, boom, Boom, With a silk umbrella and the handle of a Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, Boom. THEN I had religion. THEN I had a vision. I could not turn from their revel in de- THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING THROUGH CUTTING THROUGH THE JUNGLE WITH A Then along that river-bank A thousand miles Tattoed cannibals danced in files; Then I heard the boom of the blood-lust And a thigh-bone beating on a tin-pan And "BLOOD" screamed the whistles and "BLOOD" screamed the skull-faced, lean "Whirl ye the deadly voodoo rattle, Harry the uplands, Steal all the cattle, Rattle-rattle, rattle-rattle, Bing! Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, Boom," A roaring, epic, rag-time tune From the mouth of the Congo To the Mountains of the Moon. Death is an Elephant, Torch-eyed and horrioble, Foam-flanked and terrible. Boom, steal the pygmies, Boom, kill the Arabs, Boom, kill the white men, Like the wind Hoo, Hoo, Hoo. Listen to the yell of Leopold's ghost Burning in hell for his hand-maimed host. Hear how the demons chuckle and yell. Cutting his hands off, down in Hell. Listen to the creepy proclamation, Blown through the lairs of the forest-nation, Blown past the white-ants' hill of clay, Blown past the marsh where the butterflies "Be careful what you do, Or Mumbo-jumbo', God of the Congo, And all of the other Gods of the Congo, Mumbo-jumbo will hoo-doo you, Mumbo-jumbo will hoo-doo you, Mumbo-jumbo will hoo-doo you." Wild crap-shooters with a whoop and a call Danced the juba in their gambling-hall And laughed fit to kill, and shook the town, And guyed the policemen and laughed them With a boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, THEN CUTTING THROUGH THE JUNGLE WITH A A Negro fairyland swung into view, A minstrel river Where dreams come true. The ebony palace soared on high Through the blossoming trees to the eve- The inlaid porches and casement shone With gold and ivory and elephant-bone. And the black crowd laughedtill their sides At the baboon butler in the agate door, And the well-known tunes of the parrot That trilled on the bushes of that magic A troupe of skuh-faced witch-men came Through the agate doorway in suits of Yea, long-tailed coats with a gold-leaf crust And hats that were covered with diamond- And the crowd in the court gave a whoop And danced the juba from wall to wall. But the witch-men suddenly stilled the With a stern cold glare, and a stern old "Mumbo-jumbo will hoo-doo you." . . . Just then from the doorway, as fat as shotes, Came the cake-walk princes in their long Shoes with a patent-leather shine, And tall silk hats that were red as wine. And they pranced with their butterfly part- Coal-black maidens with pearls in their Knee-skirts trimmed with the jessamine And bells on their ankles and little black And the couples railed at the chant and the Of the witch-men lean, and laughed them (O rare was the revel and well worth while That made those glowering witch-men The cake-walk royalty then began To walk for a cake that was tall as a man To the tune of " Boomlay, boomlay, While the witch-men laughed with a sin- And sang with the scalawags prancing "Walk with care, walk with care Or Mumbo-jumbo, God of the Congo, And all of the other Gods of the Congo, Mumbo-jumbo will hoo-doo you. Beware, beware, walk with care, Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, boom, Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, boom, Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, Boom." Oh, rare was the revel, and well worth That made those glowering witch-men A good old Negro in the slums of the town Preached at a sister for her velvet gown. Howled at a brother for his low-down His prowling, guzzling, sneak-thief days. Beat on the Bible till he wore it out, Starting the jubilee revival shout. And some had visions, as they stood on And sang of Jacob, and the golden stairs, And they all repented, a thousand strong, From their stupor and savagery and sin and And slammed their hymn books till they With " Glory, glory, glory," And "Boom, boom, Boom." THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING THROUGH CUTTING THROUGH THE JUNGLE WITH A And the gray sky opened like a new-rent And showed the apostles with their coats In bright white steel they were seated round And their fire-eyes watched where the And the twelve apostles, from their thrones Thrilled all the forest with their heavenly "Mumbo-jumbo will die in the jungle; Never again will he hoo-doo you, Never again will he hoo-doo you." Then along that river-bank, a thousand The vine-snared trees fell down in files. Pioneer angels cleared the way For a Congo paradise, for babes at play, For sacred capitals, for temples clean. Gone were the skull-faced witch-men lean. There, where the wild ghost-gods had A million boats of the angels sailed With oars of silver, and prows of blue And silken pennants that the sun shone 'Twas a land transfigured, 'twas a new crea- Oh, a singing wind swept the Negro nation; And on through the backwoods clearing Mumbo-jumbo is dead in the jungle. Never again will he hoo-doo you. Never again will he hoo-doo you." Redeemed were the forests, the beasts and And only the vulture dared again By the far, lone mountains of the moon To cry, in the silence, the Congo tune: - Mumbo-jumbo will hoo-doo you. Mumbo-jumbo will hoo-doo you, Mumbo ... jumbo ... will ... hoo-doo |