Through the dark continent - or, The sources of the Nile around the great lakes of equatorial Africa and down the Livingstone River to the Atlantic Ocean (1899) (14598562987)
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Title: Through the dark continent : or, The sources of the Nile around the great lakes of equatorial Africa and down the Livingstone River to the Atlantic Ocean
Year: 1899 (1890s)
Authors: Henry M. Stanley
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Publisher: George Newnes
Contributing Library: Gumberg Library, Duquesne University
Digitizing Sponsor: Lyrasis Members and Sloan Foundation
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can for the time being. Possiblyfamiliarity would beget greater confidence. They expressed themselves delighted to see me ; con-gratulated me with great warmth of feeling, and offered tome the Freedom of Boma ! AVe travelled together alongthe path for a mile, and came to the frontier village of Boma,or Embomma, where the king was at hand to do thehonours. My courteous friends had brought a hamper con-taining luxuries. Hock and champagne appeared to be cheajjenough where but a few hours previous a cup of palm-winewas as precious as nectar ; rare dainties of Paris and Londonabundant, though a short time agro we were stinted of evenground-nuts. Nor were the Wangwana forgotten, for plentyhad also been prepared for them. My friends who thus welcomed me amongst the descen-dants of Japhet were Mr. A. da Motta Veiga, Senhores LuizPinto Maroo, Joao Chaves, Henrique Germano Faro, andMr. J. F. Miiller, of the Dutch factory. They had brought ahammock with them, and eight sturdy, well-fed bearers.
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3 c: -< ?; 1877.) AMONGST WHITES. 359 Tliey insisted on my permitting them to lift mc into thehammock. I declined. They said it was a Portuguese■custom. To custom, therefore, I yielded, though it appearedvery effeminate. It was a gradual slope through a valley, which soon•opened into a low alluvial plain, seamed here and there withnarrow gullies, and then over the heads of the tall grass as Ilay in the hammock I caught a glimpse of the tall squaretox of a frame-house, with a steep roof, erected on risingground. It brought back a host of old recollections ; for•everywhere on the frontiers of civilization in America onemay see the like. It approached nearer and larger to theview, and presently the hammock was halted by whitewashedpalings, above which the square two-storied box rose on pilesAvith a strangeness that was almost weird. It was the resi-■dence of those in charge of the English factory. Looking from the house, my eyes rested on the river.Ah ! the hateful, murderous