We spent some delightful days with our kind host and hostess and with
two other mission families, which were rusticating at Ambohimanga during
the Christmas holidays. We scoured the country, looking in upon the
“lions,” and finding among them many objects of interest. The idol
village of Amboatány we found embowered in trees, the Aviávy fig, the
Amóntana with its broad glossy leaves, and the gigantic nettle-tree, the
Amiana. Near it are the enormous boulders of Mánga-be. North of
Ambohimanga are three beautiful hills, richly clothed with green, with
flourishing villages at their feet. Four miles to the east on an
isolated hill is the old royal city of Ambóhidrabíby; it is named from
its king Rá-bíby, who is said to have discovered the excellence of beef,
just as Charles Lamb’s Chinese friends found out the delicate flavour of
roast-pig. He was a noted hunter too, and among the swamps filled with
huge reeds and rushes, like Macaulay’s Etruscan hero, he brought to bay
and slew the great wild boar, which was the terror of the country:—
“The great wild boar, which had his den,
Among the reeds of Cosa’s fen:
And wasted fields and slaughtered men
Along Albinia’s shore.”
From this exploit he was named Ralámbo. His tomb stands outside the old
house where he lived and is a simple structure. His lineal descendant,
the head of the tribe here, still occupies the house; and being of a
practical turn of mind ornaments his little garden with beans, cabbages
and onions, as well as dahlias and roses.
A mile from this antiquated town, we came upon a pretty chapel in
Ambodi-fáhitra, built with good taste in Gothic style and having
coloured glass windows. We were not expected: and were pleased to find a
good school of boys and girls busily at work. The pastor of this church
is a younger brother of one of the martyrs, Andriamán-anténa, who lived
close by. When I took his hand, said I was glad to see him, and told him
how his brother was honoured in England, he was profoundly astonished;
and said how could you know anything about me and him? The martyr’s
widow still lives and is one of the most hospitable ladies in all
Imérina. On two occasions we visited her house and were most comfortably
provided for.
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