Through the Dark Continent, Vol. 2 (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. 2 (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
Slowly and silently we withdrew from the shelter of the island and began
the descent of the stream. The boat took position in front, Frank’s
canoe, the _Ocean_, on the right, Manwa Sera’s, _London Town_, to the
left. Beyond Manwa Sera’s canoe was the uninhabited island, the great
length of which had ensnared us, and hedged us in to the conflict. From
our right the enemy would appear with muskets and spears, and an
unquenchable ferocity, unless we could mollify him.
We had left Observation Island about half a mile behind us when the
prows of many canoes were seen to emerge out of the creek. I stood up
and edged towards them, holding a long piece of red cloth in one hand,
and a coil of brass wire in another. We rested on our oars, and the men
quietly placed their paddles in their canoes, and sat up, watchful, but
ready for contingencies. As we floated down, numbers of canoes advanced.
I hailed the natives, who were the most brilliantly decorated of any yet
seen. At a distance they all appeared to wear something like English
University caps, though of a white colour. There was a great deal of
glitter and flash of metal, shining brass, copper, and bright steel
among them.
The natives returned no answer to my hail; still I persisted, with the
same artfulness of manner that had been so successful at Rubunga. I
observed three or four canoes approaching Frank’s vessel with a most
suspicious air about them, and several of their canoes menacing him, at
which Frank stood up and menaced them with his weapon. I thought the act
premature, and ordered him to sit down, and to look away from them. I
again raised the crimson cloth and wire, and by pantomime offered to
give it to those in front, whom I was previously addressing; but almost
immediately those natives who had threatened Frank fired into my boat,
wounding three of my young crew—Mambu, Murabo, and Jaffari—and two more
natives fired into Frank’s canoe, wounding two—Hatib and Muftah. The
missiles fired into us were jagged pieces of iron and copper ore
precisely similar to those which the Ashantees employed. After this
murderous outrage there was no effort made to secure peace. The shields
were lifted, and proved capital defences against the hail of slugs.
Boat, shields, and canoes were pitted, but only a few shields were
perforated.
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