Having taken a few observations, we proceeded ten miles to the
southward, in order to round the great swamp, which was now on our right
hand and impassable except by strong canoes. We crossed in succession
the ends of the ridges over which we had passed two days before, and had
conspicuous before us our noble observing hill, Ambohiborona. The little
rivers between the ridges were shallow and sandy. Under Ambohiborona we
came to the village of Manákambahiny, where a little congregation
awaited us, and offered us their welcome and a present. Beyond this
village we got into one of the arms of the swamp; and now saw what noble
reeds grow in it. The zozóro papyrus, with its triangular stalk was very
fine and very tall: the flat _hérena_ also grew luxuriantly: the colour
of both was a rich, strong green. Our journey ended at the village of
Ambódinónoka, on the northern edge of Ankay.
Here a curious scene took place. The elders of the village, with a fine
old judge at their head, had made their little speech; had thanked their
“friends over the sea” for sending us to visit them; and had offered us
their hospitable present; but none of our bearers were at hand; and when
we called them to take the beef and rice away, they declined to come. On
inquiry we found that they were in the sulks and were holding an
indignation-meeting, to protest against the ill treatment they were
suffering at our hands. Asking for particulars, we were informed that
they had two grievances; first, three days ago, we had continued our
journey a whole quarter of an hour after sunset; (we had not reached the
village;) and secondly, we had publicly reproved them to-day, because
they had taken up the geese offered as presents. We replied that we were
astonished at their impudence; that they had greatly disgraced us
to-day, by greedily seizing the birds and the rice, even before the
hospitable people had formally offered them to ourselves. They might
sulk if they pleased; we should give them no beef or rice this evening;
we should give the whole of it to the poor of the village: which we did.
A moderate supper at their own expense, followed by a placid night,
restored their moral tone; and the next day, they did a good day’s work
with energy and spirit. What a petulant set of children they were!
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