The Jago-Nini they say is still in the swamps and rivers. Giant diver it means. Comes out of the water and devours people. Old men'll tell you what their grandfathers saw, but they still believe it's there. Same as the Amali I've always taken it to be. I've seen the Amali's footprint. About the size of a good frying pan in circumference and three claws instead o' five. There are some very big lakes behind the Cameroons. Used to be full of nice seal at one time.
Manga, they call it. But the Jago-Nini's wiped 'em almost out, the old natives say. [...]
"What but some great creature like the Amali could account for the broken ivories we used to come across in the so-called elephant cemeteries? Fine old green ivory that's valuable for inlaying wood. Snapped right across in the thickest part and left in splinters.[...]
"That amali. I told you I've seen a drawing of him in those Bushman caves. I chiseled one out whole once and gave it to President Grant for a souvenir.
Horn, Alfred Aloysius, Trader Horn, ed. Ethelreda Lewis, New York: Simon and Schuster, 1927, pp. 257-258.
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