At Lulanga we left the south bank of the Congo, and after two hours’
steaming and winding among the numerous islands we had the large
district of Bungundu stretching before us on the north shore of the
river. Picking out the biggest town we could see from the deck of our
steamer, we steered our way towards it, and as we drew near we could see
the women seizing hold of their children and their fowls, and scurrying
away with them into the bush as fast as possible; the men also were
tugging at their goats and sheep to hide them in the bush and woods that
surrounded their town, for it was their unfortunate experience that the
white men who came on steamers took fowls, goats, and sheep without
paying for them.
When we landed we could not see a single person. We walked up and down
the roads calling upon the people to come out of hiding, to come and
talk with us, or sell us some fowls. After a considerable amount of
shouting an old man put his head round a corner of a house and said:
“White men, if you want to buy any fowls of us, sit down where you are,
and send your boys; we will sell to them, but not to you.”
We thereupon handed some looking-glasses, knives, bells, beads, and
cloth to our boys, and told them that after they had bartered for some
fowls they were to try to persuade the people to have some conversation
with us. After buying a few fowls our lads said: “Come and talk with our
white men. See, they are perfectly harmless, for they are sitting down
where you told them. They are not _bula matadi_ (= State officers). They
neither desire to fight you nor tie you up. They are _mindele mia
Njambi_ (= the white men of God, i.e. missionaries). Come and palaver
with them.”
After much hesitation on the part of the native, and much persuasion by
our lads, the old man drew near to us, and as he came closer he put out
his hand to greet us; but on seeing our white hands approaching his,
fear took possession of him, and he drew his hand quickly back. At last,
however, we heartily shook his hand and his courage returned. He then
went over to a large drum, and beating upon it the women quickly
returned from the bush with their children and their fowls, the men came
back with their goats and sheep, and the town resumed its usual lively
appearance.
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