. 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. urdy baobalj, which relieves the nakedness of the —fresh from the hungry wilderness and the land of selfishmen, from the storm and stress of the cataracts, the solemnrock defiles of the Livingstone, and the bleak table-land—I heeded it not. The glowing warm life of Westerncivilization, the hospitable civilities and gracious kindnesseswhich the merchants of Boma showered on myself andpeople, were as dews of Paradise, grateful, sooth
. 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. urdy baobalj, which relieves the nakedness of the —fresh from the hungry wilderness and the land of selfishmen, from the storm and stress of the cataracts, the solemnrock defiles of the Livingstone, and the bleak table-land—I heeded it not. The glowing warm life of Westerncivilization, the hospitable civilities and gracious kindnesseswhich the merchants of Boma showered on myself andpeople, were as dews of Paradise, grateful, soothing, andrefreshing. Aug. 11.—On the 11th, at noon, after a last little banquetand songs, hearty cheers, innumerable toasts, and fervid clasp-ings of friendly hands, we embarked. An hour before sunsetthe big iron canoe, after a descent of about thirty-fivemiles, hauled in-shore, on the right bank, and made fast tothe pier of another of Hatton and Cooksons factories at Pontada Lenha, or Wooded Point. Two or three other Portuguesefactories are in close neighbourhood to it, lightening thegloom of the Ijacko-round of black mangrove and forest. o o o. J37T.] THE ATLANTIC OCEAN. 3611 After a very agreeable night with our hospitable English,host, the Kahinda was again under way. The puissant river Ijelow Boma reminded me of the-scenes above Uyanzi; the colour of the water, the numerou^^islands, and the enormous breadth recalled those days whenwe had sought the liquid wildernesses of the Livingstone, tr>.avoid incessant conflicts with the human beasts of preyin the midst of Primitive Africa, and at the sight myeyes tilled with tears at the thought that I could notrecall my lost friends, and bid them share the rapturous,joy that now filled the hearts of all those who had enduredand survived. A few hours later and we were gliding through the broadportal into the Ocean, the l:»lue domain of civilization ! Turning to take a farewell glance at the mighty River on,whose brown bosom
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