James Hannington, , , , first bishop of eastern equatorial Africa : a history of his life and work, 1847-1885 . ), atriumph of African travel. The system of blackmail-ing is one of the great hindrances to travel in the in-terior, and is a heavy tax upon both the time andresources of a caravan. On this occasion Mr. Stokestried a new route, and they escaped without the usualtrouble. By the commencement of September the caravan waswithin a short distance of Uyui, where there is a C. During the whole time Hannington had neverbeen free from fever, but he had marched res
James Hannington, , , , first bishop of eastern equatorial Africa : a history of his life and work, 1847-1885 . ), atriumph of African travel. The system of blackmail-ing is one of the great hindrances to travel in the in-terior, and is a heavy tax upon both the time andresources of a caravan. On this occasion Mr. Stokestried a new route, and they escaped without the usualtrouble. By the commencement of September the caravan waswithin a short distance of Uyui, where there is a C. During the whole time Hannington had neverbeen free from fever, but he had marched resolutely on,and kept determinedly to his own feet so long as theywould carry him. He was the life and soul of the party,and never let his companions spirits flag. This is howhe describes the incidents of a march : Take it as a rule you start at sunrise, which is oftenso gorgeous that it defies description. During the earlyhours herds of antelope bound into the thicket at yourapproach. Wild boar, giraffe, fresh tracks of elephants,but never elephants themselves, are met with. Presently you enter dense tangle, so thick that it. ?Et. 34.] Incidents of a March. 235 seems to defy even the wild beasts to penetrate it. Noview is to be had. The pathway itself is, at times, quitehidden; and yet, in the dry season, the leafless boughsform no protection against the burning rays of the we come upon the dry bed of a pool, and I dis-cover a shell that I have never seen before. It con-siderably enlivens me, and the next mile passes withouta murmur. Then a shriek of joy. Elephants ? No, or I shouldnot have made a noise! Giraffe? No. Water?No. Well, whatV A Tortilla. Whats that? Asnake ? No ; a moss ; havent seen a vestige of mossfor a hundred miles. Oh! with an emphasis that noexplanation will exactly convey. Afterwards, OnaBwana, mbuzu ! ( See, master, a baobab tree.) Ah,yes, sure enough, standing out in solitary grandeur,there it is, and that means water, and a halt for thenight. On A
Size: 1248px × 2002px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1800, booksubjectchurchofengland, booksubjectmissiona
