Through the Dark Continent, Vol. 1 (of 2) : $b or, The sources of the Nile around the Great Lakes of Equatorial Africa and down the Livingstone River to the Atlantic OceanStanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton)
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Through the Dark Continent, Vol. 1 (of 2) : $b or, The sources of the Nile around the Great Lakes of Equatorial Africa and down the Livingstone River to the Atlantic Ocean
Stanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton)
Africa, Central -- Description and travel; Stanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton), 1841-1904 -- Travel -- Africa, Central
Three hours afterwards a canoe came from Ingira Island, bearing fifty
men, some of whom were chiefs. They brought with them several tusks of
ivory, and two young girls, daughters of the two principal chiefs of
Uvuma. These were the tribute. The ivory was delivered over to the
charge of the steward, and the young girls were admitted to the harem of
Mtesa, into the mystery of which no man dare penetrate and live. The old
Mvuma chief was surrendered to his tribe, and thus the long war
terminated on the evening of the 13th of October, 1875.
Glad shouts from both sides announced all parties equally pleased. The
same afternoon the canoe fleet of Uganda, which had by this time been
reduced to 275 in number, was escorted as far as Jinja by twenty Wavuma
canoes, and after it had departed and rounded Namagongo Point, releasing
their late foe from all fear of treachery, the Wavuma canoes presented
us with a peaceful exhibition of their dexterity, and gave us an
opportunity of viewing them more distinctly than we had previously been
able to do through the smoke of gunpowder.
_Oct. 15._—We set out next morning, the 15th of October, at three
o’clock. We were wakened by the tremendous “Jojussu,” the great king of
war-drums. Instantly we began to pack up, but I was scarcely dressed
before my people rushed up to me, crying that the immense camp was fired
in a hundred different places. I rushed out of my hut, and was astounded
to see that the flames devoured the grass huts so fast that, unless we
instantly departed, we should be burnt along with them. Hastily
snatching my pistols, I bade the Wangwana shoulder the goods and follow
me as they valued their lives.
The great road from Mtesa’s quarters to Nakaranga Point, though 100 feet
wide, was rendered impassable by furious, overlapping waves of fire.
There was only one way left, which was up the slope of Nakaranga
mountain, and through the camp of the Wasoga. We were not alone in the
attempt to escape by this way, for about 60,000 human beings had sought
the same path, and were wedged into an almost solid mass, so great was
the danger and the anxiety to be away from the cruel sea of fire below.
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