On one occasion when I was staying in his town over night it happened
that there was a great celebration. A month before this a big man of the
town, more important than popular, had died; and having mourned for him
every night for a whole month, the people thought they had done their
full duty. It remained only to give him a good “send-off” in a great
dance and feast, which released all his friends and relations from
further obligation of mourning. All the men from the neighbouring towns
had been invited and there was a great crowd and infinite noise. In the
midst of the furious dancing of the men some untoward incident occurred
that precipitated a general row, in which every man drew his sword, and
they instantly divided, according to their tribal relationships, into
two lines of glaring, dangerous savages. Before I had fully comprehended
the situation Mb’Obam, who had taken no part in the celebration, came
from his house down the street in long strides, every inch a chief, as
much so as the last of the Mohicans, but carrying no sword. At the
extreme risk of his life, as it seemed to me, he pushed into the middle,
between the lines of thrusting and parrying swords, and commanded
silence. To my surprise, they obeyed him and became quiet, the sudden
silence contrasting strangely with the former uproar and confusion.
Mb’Obam, with the gentleness of a father, reminded them that they were
no longer savages, but brothers, and that if they should hastily shed
each other’s blood they would be sure to regret it afterwards. There was
no more quarrelling that night.
Mb’Obam and his wife, Sara, had lived at Angom in the time of Mr.
Marling and had there become Christians. After Mr. Marling’s death they
had moved down the river to Makweña. Ndong Koni and Mb’Obam built a
beautiful chapel at Makweña. I have already told how that Ndong Koni
paid for the windows and doors by working in the yard at Baraka. In this
chapel Mb’Obam held a service every Sunday, besides early morning
prayers each day, at which all the people assembled before going away to
their gardens and their various occupations of work or pleasure.
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