A Popular Account of Dr. Livingstone's Expedition to the Zambesi and Its Tributaries: And of the Discovery of Lakes Shirwa and Nyassa, 1858-1864Livingstone, David
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A Popular Account of Dr. Livingstone's Expedition to the Zambesi and Its Tributaries: And of the Discovery of Lakes Shirwa and Nyassa, 1858-1864
Livingstone, David
Africa, Central -- Description and travel; Africa, Central -- Discovery and exploration
thought his master did perfectly right to kill Mpangwe, when asked to do
it for the fee of ten tusks, and he even justified it thus: "If a man
invites you to eat, will you not partake?"
We continued our journey on the 28th of June. Game was extremely
abundant, and there were many lions. Mbia drove one off from his feast
on a wild pig, and appropriated what remained of the pork to his own use.
Lions are particularly fond of the flesh of wild pigs and zebras, and
contrive to kill a large number of these animals. In the afternoon we
arrived at the village of the female chief, Ma-mburuma, but she herself
was now living on the opposite side of the river. Some of her people
called, and said she had been frightened by seeing her son and other
children killed by Sequasha, and had fled to the other bank; but when her
heart was healed, she would return and live in her own village, and among
her own people. She constantly inquired of the black traders, who came
up the river, if they had any news of the white man who passed with the
oxen. "He has gone down into the sea," was their reply, "but we belong
to the same people." "Oh no; you need not tell me that; he takes no
slaves, but wishes peace: you are not of his tribe." This antislavery
character excites such universal attention, that any missionary who
winked at the gigantic evils involved in the slave-trade would certainly
fail to produce any good impression on the native mind.
CHAPTER VI.
Illness--The Honey-guide--Abundance of game--The Baenda pezi--The Batoka.
We left the river here, and proceeded up the valley which leads to the
Mburuma or Mohango pass. The nights were cold, and on the 30th of June
the thermometer was as low as 39 degrees at sunrise. We passed through a
village of twenty large huts, which Sequasha had attacked on his return
from the murder of the chief, Mpangwe. He caught the women and children
for slaves, and carried off all the food, except a huge basket of bran,
which the natives are wont to save against a time of famine. His slaves
had broken all the water-pots and the millstones for grinding meal.
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