The boughs were so tangled that in following the obstructed track it became necessary to screen his face with his hands to escape the risk of having his eyes filliped out by the twigs that impeded his progress.

The mokele mbembes' favorite hangout was a big lake frequented by the local fishermen […]

One could see part of the dimly lit court where under an enclosed poplar two soldiers on a stone bench were playing lansquenet.

Flashlights in hand, they made their way down the slope and racqueted out upon the lake.