Tramps round the Mountains of the Moon and through the back gate of the Congo State by TBroadwood JohnsonWith an introdby Buxton . up on finding that they recog-nised some of the hymns we sang, and joined heartilyin scraps of the refrains, though it was difficult to getany response to the questions about the message. Wewere just on the outer fringe of our influence, andbeyond, southward and westward, all was dark forhundreds of miles. All this land had been kept under the sway of themedicine-man till quite lately, as may be understoodfrom an incident which happened so recently as ten
Tramps round the Mountains of the Moon and through the back gate of the Congo State by TBroadwood JohnsonWith an introdby Buxton . up on finding that they recog-nised some of the hymns we sang, and joined heartilyin scraps of the refrains, though it was difficult to getany response to the questions about the message. Wewere just on the outer fringe of our influence, andbeyond, southward and westward, all was dark forhundreds of miles. All this land had been kept under the sway of themedicine-man till quite lately, as may be understoodfrom an incident which happened so recently as tenyears before, shortly after the first coming of theBritish. An emissary had arrived across the Lakefrom the south-east on behalf of one of the evilspirits, and his demand for several cows and goatsand ten maidens had been complied with. Thepeople had heard him speaking with the spiritunderground, and had hurried off to collect theoffering. Three years after my visit another suchemissary arrived. A Christian chief also was on theisland collecting hut tax, and the inflammables insolence of the uncanny visitor was most trying. 10. Medicine-mans Stock-in-Trade. The little skin bag at the end of the horn with stones insideis for ratthng under the wizards garment to represent thespeech of the evil spirit concerning the sick man. The hornsare for catching the blood of the sacrifice to be smeared on thepatient. There is no idea of administering medicine. THE ALBERT EDWARD ISLANDERS 131 You couldnt hurt me if you tried. If you beatme I shouldnt feel it, was his vaunted was too much for the young chief and his follow-ing, who after all were only human, and they set aboutconvincing him of many things, and of a regret, nodoubt, that he had ever manufactured a mandate fromhis lying master. Some five years before my visit, when teaching wasin its infancy here, the Bishop had passed through on ajourney with Dr. Albert Cook, and the doctor seeingpoor old blind Kakuli, as
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