. In remotest Barotseland; being an account of a journey of over 8,000 miles through the wildest and remotest parts of Lewanika's empire. ,and decided to call myself later in the , at five oclock, accompanied byJohn and another interpreter and my brother, Iwent forth to pay the formal visit to the Com-mandant. His building and one or two tem-porary structures, beside the guard room, aloneoccupy the fort, which is squarely built, and onthe whole a formidable structure. The garrisonconsists of about thirty native soldiers, ofdifferent breeds and nationalities. The Com-mandant was
. In remotest Barotseland; being an account of a journey of over 8,000 miles through the wildest and remotest parts of Lewanika's empire. ,and decided to call myself later in the , at five oclock, accompanied byJohn and another interpreter and my brother, Iwent forth to pay the formal visit to the Com-mandant. His building and one or two tem-porary structures, beside the guard room, aloneoccupy the fort, which is squarely built, and onthe whole a formidable structure. The garrisonconsists of about thirty native soldiers, ofdifferent breeds and nationalities. The Com-mandant was a subaltern in the Portuguese army,short of stature, but lithe and dapper, with a kindand courteous manner. It seems, perhaps, some-what invidious to express an opinion on his house,but it certainly appeared evident that the Com-mandant had expended more time and considera- IN REMOTEST BAROTSELAND. 79 tion on the buildiiig of the fort than he had onhis personal comfort ; and in return I regret torecord that, judging from the lack of any kind ofluxury or even necessary, his zeal remains un-noticed and unrecognised by his Portuguese fort, Kakengi. Owing to the great difficulty in making eachother understood—the Commandant knowinghardly any English, and we being in the samephght respecting Portuguese—our conversationwas limited. Peter, our cook, expressed a livelycontempt for the Commandant when he came to 8o IN REMOTEST BAROTSELAND. our camp to return our visit. Having lived inCape Town, Peter is firmly convinced that allwhite men speak English and nothing else, andexclaimed, on hearing that the Commandantspoke some other language :— What ! Call himself a White Man and notspeak English! with a contempt fortunatelylost on its object. After considerable delay, and the dispatch ofseveral messengers, all of whom returned withannoying messages, Kakengi at last sent out afore-runner to say he was just leaving his houseto come and see me. Whilst we were at lunchhis dr
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