Safe or not safe, however, Park soon found that the stranger and the
traveller were nowhere beyond the reach of extortion. Half of the
little property which had escaped the fangs of the Kajaaga people, was
here taken from him. He was then permitted to depart. Among the honest
negroes with whom he had set out from Pisania, on the Gambia, there was
a blacksmith from the interior, who, having amassed some little money
upon the coast, was now returning to spend the remainder of his days
in his native land. Shortly after quitting Teesee, the last place where
our traveller had submitted to legal robbery, he and his companions
came within sight of the blacksmith’s village. The news of his return
had, it seems, preceded him. His brother, accompanied by a singing-man,
came forth to welcome the wanderer home, and brought along with him a
horse, that the blacksmith “might enter his native town in a dignified
manner.” Park and his companions were desired to put a good charge of
powder into their guns. The singing-man led the way; the two brothers
followed; and the cavalcade was quickly joined by a considerable number
of the inhabitants, who, by extravagant gestures and songs of triumph,
testified their joy at the return of their townsman. “When we arrived
at the blacksmith’s place of residence, we dismounted, and fired our
muskets. The meeting between him and his relations was very tender;
for these rude children of nature, freed from restraint, display their
emotions in the strongest and most expressive manner.--Amid these
transports, the blacksmith’s aged mother was led forth, leaning upon a
staff. Every one made way for her; and she stretched out her hand to
bid her son welcome. Being totally blind, she stroked his hands, and
arms, and face with great care, and seemed highly delighted that her
latter days were blessed by his return, and that her ears once more
heard the music of his voice. From this interview, I was convinced,
that whatever difference there is between the Negro and European in the
conformation of the nose, and the colour of their skin, there is none
in the genuine sympathies and characteristic feelings of our common
nature.
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