A voice from the Congo : comprising stories, anecdotes, and descriptive notes . I raised her in my arms inorder to administer an emetic with which I had pro-vided myself. The gaudy-coloured paints that had been smearedupon her body by her barbarous accusers, stainedmy clothes. The natives who were hiding in theunderscrub called repeatedly to me to leave her. White man go—leave that woman—she har-bours an evil spirit in her body! Alas! I had arrived too late to save her face was distorted with agony. Her handswere clenched, her body shook convulsively, shegasped, and her head fell back
A voice from the Congo : comprising stories, anecdotes, and descriptive notes . I raised her in my arms inorder to administer an emetic with which I had pro-vided myself. The gaudy-coloured paints that had been smearedupon her body by her barbarous accusers, stainedmy clothes. The natives who were hiding in theunderscrub called repeatedly to me to leave her. White man go—leave that woman—she har-bours an evil spirit in her body! Alas! I had arrived too late to save her face was distorted with agony. Her handswere clenched, her body shook convulsively, shegasped, and her head fell back. As she died, theyells and shouts of her heathen kinsmen filled theair. When at length I left the forest I was half-deafened by the jeers and harsh laughter of thenatives, all of them too cowardly to come forth andface me. One night shortly after this tragedy, and whilstpoor Mavonda Nzau lay half delirious with fever, Iwas awakened by the loud report of a gun, firedwithin a few feet of my tent. I sprang from my bedand rushed out into the darkness, just in time to rec-.
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