. James Hannington, , , , first bishop of eastern equatorial Africa; a history of his life and work, 1847-1885. Wrays; then we had in turn to put ringson two of them. After this, the liver was examined, andfinally we were freely splashed with the entrails, and theceremony which made us brothers was completed. Wewere now permitted to make a move towards the chief andto encamp. Then another sheep had to be killed, the sameceremony yet more elaborately performed, and the con-versation began. It was not interesting. It harped toomuch upon one string. The burden was the old Africa
. James Hannington, , , , first bishop of eastern equatorial Africa; a history of his life and work, 1847-1885. Wrays; then we had in turn to put ringson two of them. After this, the liver was examined, andfinally we were freely splashed with the entrails, and theceremony which made us brothers was completed. Wewere now permitted to make a move towards the chief andto encamp. Then another sheep had to be killed, the sameceremony yet more elaborately performed, and the con-versation began. It was not interesting. It harped toomuch upon one string. The burden was the old Africansong, Give, give, give. The next day we bade themfarewell, and arrived in the truly lovely country of theyoung chief Miliali. He much wants a teacher; but, likethe rest, wants gunpowder more. All these districts are on the eastern slope of themountain, and comprise Chagga proper, the natives allappearing to speak the same tongue. I have seen no placein Africa so beautiful as this , rapid torrents dash down themountain sides, forming a succession of lovely are grassy slopes, fern-clad rocks, even shady lanes,. MOUNTAIN TORRENT, MARANGO, KILIMA-NJARO. jEt. 37.] Killed by the Rain. 305 in which the blackberry abounds. Nooks entirely tropical,and snow-clad heights. You have, in fact, panoramic viewsof the scenery of the world. March 31^-/.—We left Milialis at about 3 , beingrather delayed by the attempt of the natives to rob one ofour men. We soon reached a river, and found an absolutelyperpendicular precipice of some 50 feet, up which men canclimb by roots and creepers ; but a sheer impossibility forWrays donkey. We turned ; the guides vowed there wasno other place, and defied us to try. We braved theirwrath and found another, though the difficulties werescarcely less. Here, somehow or other, in the darkness wegot separated, my tent and several loads taking an entirelydifferent road from the one I had the misfortune to came on, and with it torren
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