Africana; or, the heart of heathen Africa, Volume 2 (of 2) : $b Mission lifeMacdonald, Duff
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Africana; or, the heart of heathen Africa, Volume 2 (of 2) : $b Mission life
Macdonald, Duff
Africa, East -- Social life and customs; Missions -- Africa, East
A few nights after this a rumour arose that Mityoche the headman of a
Cherasulo village, was going to attack the station. The old members of
the Mission heard the news with comparative unconcern, but it took them
all their might to prevent a panic. A plan was set on foot to pack us
all together into one spot. Now ignorant as these savages may be, there
is nothing that they interpret sooner than cowardice, and nothing that
they more despise. They actually laughed at the exhibitions of terror
that were but too manifest among the new comers. They said, “We are all
about you—we will not run away!” On serious occasions it has always done
us good to reflect that the lives of the natives are as precious as our
own. We had all along seen that in the event of an attack on the station,
any attempt at a scamper would be terribly hopeless. The natives, we
believed, would run but we could not. All our prestige would be gone.
We need never go back. Mrs. Macdonald on hearing of the expected attack
hastened home from an evening visit to Kumlomba’s to prevent an alarm in
her household, but the news had spread like wild-fire and she found her
visitors declaring in great excitement that the manse would be set on
fire by the enemy, and that everything valuable ought to be removed! She
thought it would be better to pack a few of the children’s clothes and
send to a safer place. While she was thus engaged some of her servant
boys came and asked what she was doing, and on being told they were much
astonished at the novel proceeding, and exclaimed “You doing that, Ma’am!
you never did that before! People set fire to your house! Not when your
boys are standing round it all night!” Gradually the excitement toned
down and only the strangers left the manse. The nurse however kept our
eldest boy dressed all night, so that she might be in readiness to flee
with him if it were necessary.
From the earliest days of the Mission, the rule had been for each man to
have a supply of powder and shot. I found I had been transgressing this
and went in quest of cartridges. Several of the schoolboys came in, and
we spent the evening in loading these. Our great hope, however, was
placed in two military rockets which were to be discharged into the air.
We thought a native army would be so terrified by such an exhibition,
that it would not wait to see what the white man would do next! The
deputation wished barrels of powder placed round the station, which were
to be exploded when a hostile group drew near! Our house was filled with
a number of women and children. One boy went into a bedroom and locked
himself in. He had evidently been frightened, and would answer no calling
or knocking.
Everyone was now prepared for the enemy; but no enemy appeared!
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