We now had a long journey before us: but it was for the most part on
level ground. We were travelling north, on the main ridge of the
district on its west side; and to-day we got over many miles of ground.
At times we went through inlets of the swamp which separated the ridges
from one another: and then found ourselves on a broad level terrace,
along which the men raced and ran with great speed. Parallel to us on
the east was another level ridge, running into the swamp from the
north-north-west. A large portion of the low level between has been
redeemed from the swamp and is being cultivated with rice. Villages were
seen here and there with chapels; on the grassy level the cattle were
numerous; and the little stacks of rice stood in long lines on the open
plain. Close by on the west were great gneiss hills covered with forest:
away to the north was the volcanic mass, which overhangs the town of
Ampárafárávóla; and across the swamp to the eastward were the red clay
ridges, made golden in the warm light of the afternoon sun. It was one
of the most pleasant trips we had made in the country.
Late in the afternoon we came to an inlet, which gave passage to a small
river flowing from the western hills, and was filled as usual with the
zozóro reeds. Across the inlet on the north, was a steep red hill, which
had on its summit the old walled village of Ambóhipéno. We noticed that
there was a group of people looking for us on the top of the hill: the
choir of women was on the east; the school children were on the west,
and the elders of the town stood in the centre. As we commenced the
ascent of the hill the women and children began to sing: and when we
reached the top, the old judge of the district, a man of hearty, genial
temper, came forward and shook us warmly by the hand. Recognising us as
“messengers of the churches over the sea,” and as “friends of the
kingdom,” he gave us a hearty welcome and as usual presented us with
some provision for the way. We stayed a few minutes talking with these
kind people; and as we could not remain to spend the Sabbath, we
promised to return for the afternoon service. They kindly sent our
presents on, and after another hour’s run, we arrived just after sunset
at Ampárafárávola.
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