The Boy Travellers on the Congo: Adventures of Two Youths in a Journey with Henry M. Stanley "Through the Dark Continent"Stanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton)
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The Boy Travellers on the Congo: Adventures of Two Youths in a Journey with Henry M. Stanley "Through the Dark Continent"
Stanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton)
Adventure stories; Africa, Central -- Description and travel -- Juvenile fiction; Animals -- Juvenile fiction; Biographical fiction; Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Congo River -- Juvenile fiction; Hunting -- Juvenile fiction; Natural history --
"The well-remembered undulating ridges, and the gentle slopes clad
with palms and mango-trees bathed in warm vapor, seemed in that
tranquil, drowsy state which at all times any portion of tropical
Africa presents at first appearance. A pale-blue sky covered the
hazy land and sleeping sea as we steamed through the strait that
separates Zanzibar from the continent. Every stranger, at first
view of the shores, proclaims his pleasure. The gorgeous verdure,
the distant purple ridges, the calm sea, the light gauzy
atmosphere, the semi-mysterious silence which pervades all nature,
evoke his admiration. For it is probable that he has sailed through
the stifling Arabian Sea, with the grim, frowning mountains of
Nubia on the one hand, and on the other the drear, ochreous-colored
ridges of the Arab peninsula; and perhaps the aspect of the
thirsty volcanic rocks of Aden and the dry, brown bluffs of
Guardafui is still fresh in his memory.
[Illustration: ZANZIBAR, FROM THE SEA.]
"The stranger, of course, is intensely interested in the life
existing near the African equator, now first revealed to him, and
all that he sees and hears of figures and faces and sounds is being
freshly impressed on his memory. Figures and faces are picturesque
enough. Happy, pleased-looking men of black, yellow, or tawny
color, with long, white cotton shirts, move about with quick,
active motion, and cry out, regardless of order, to their friends
or mates in the Swahili or Arabic language, and their friends or
mates respond with equally loud voice and lively gesture, until,
with fresh arrivals, there appears to be a Babel created, wherein
English, French, Swahili, and Arabic accents mix with Hindi, and,
perhaps, Persian.
[Illustration: RED CLIFFS BEHIND UNIVERSITIES MISSION, ZANZIBAR.]
"In the midst of such a scene I stepped into a boat to be rowed to
the house of my old friend, Mr. Augustus Sparhawk, of the Bertram
Agency. I was welcomed with all the friendliness and hospitality of
my first visit, when, three years and a half previously, I arrived
at Zanzibar to set out for the discovery of Livingstone.
"With Mr. Sparhawk's aid I soon succeeded in housing comfortably my
three young Englishmen, Francis John and Edward Pocock and
Frederick Barker, and my five dogs, and in stowing safely on shore
the yawl _Wave_, the gig, and the tons of goods, provisions, and
stores I had brought.
[Illustration: VIEW FROM THE ROOF OF MR. AUGUSTUS SPARHAWK'S HOUSE.
Frank Pocock. Frederick Barker. A Zanzibar boy. Edward Pocock.
Kalula.
Bull-terrier "Jack." "Bull." Retriever "Nero." Mastiff "Captain."
Prize Mastiff "Castor."
(_From a Photograph by Mr. Stanley._)]
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