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
We proceeded still in the same direction, and passed only two small
hamlets during the day. Except the noise our men made on the march,
everything was still around us: few birds were seen. The appearance of a
whydahbird showed that he had not yet parted with his fine long plumes.
We passed immense quantities of ebony and lignum-vitae, and the tree from
whose smooth and bitter bark granaries are made for corn. The country
generally is clothed with a forest of ordinary-sized trees. We slept in
the little village near Sindabwe, where our men contrived to purchase
plenty of beer, and were uncommonly boisterous all the evening. We
breakfasted next morning under green wild date-palms, beside the fine
flowery stream, which runs through the charming valley of Zibah. We now
had Mount Chiperiziwa between us, and part of the river near Morumbwa,
having in fact come north about in order to avoid the difficulties of our
former path. The last of the deserters, a reputed thief, took French
leave of us here. He left the bundle of cloth he was carrying in the
path a hundred yards in front of where we halted, but made off with the
musket and most of the brass rings and beads of his comrade Shirimba, who
had unsuspectingly intrusted them to his care.
Proceeding S.W. up this lovely valley, in about an hour's time we reached
Sandia's village. The chief was said to be absent hunting, and they did
not know when he would return. This is such a common answer to the
inquiry after a headman, that one is inclined to think that it only means
that they wish to know the stranger's object before exposing their
superior to danger. As some of our men were ill, a halt was made here.
As we were unable to march next morning, six of our young men, anxious to
try their muskets, went off to hunt elephants. For several hours they
saw nothing, and some of them, getting tired, proposed to go to a village
and buy food. "No!" said Mantlanyane, "we came to hunt, so let us go
on." In a short time they fell in with a herd of cow elephants and
calves. As soon as the first cow caught sight of the hunters on the
rocks above her, she, with true motherly instinct, placed her young one
between her fore-legs for protection. The men were for scattering, and
firing into the herd indiscriminately. "That won't do," cried
Mantlanyane, "let us all fire at this one." The poor beast received a
volley, and ran down into the plain, where another shot killed her; the
young one escaped with the herd. The men were wild with excitement, and
danced round the fallen queen of the forest, with loud shouts and
exultant songs. They returned, bearing as trophies the tail and part of
the trunk, and marched into camp as erect as soldiers, and evidently
feeling that their stature had increased considerably since the morning.
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