. Through the dark continent : or, The sources of the Nile around the great lakes of equatorial Africa and down the Livingstone River to the Atlantic Ocean. d; their sunken eyes and unfleshedbodies were a living reproach to me ; their vigour was nowgone, though their fidelity was unquestionable ; their kneeswere bent with weakness, and their backs were no longerrigid with the vigour of youth, and life, and strength, andfire of devotion. Hollow-eyed, sallow, and gaunt, unspeak-ably miserable in aspect, we yielded at length to imperious 1877.] GOADED TO CEIME. 337 nature, aud had but one thought
. Through the dark continent : or, The sources of the Nile around the great lakes of equatorial Africa and down the Livingstone River to the Atlantic Ocean. d; their sunken eyes and unfleshedbodies were a living reproach to me ; their vigour was nowgone, though their fidelity was unquestionable ; their kneeswere bent with weakness, and their backs were no longerrigid with the vigour of youth, and life, and strength, andfire of devotion. Hollow-eyed, sallow, and gaunt, unspeak-ably miserable in aspect, we yielded at length to imperious 1877.] GOADED TO CEIME. 337 nature, aud had but one thought only—to trudge on for onelook more at the blue ocean. Rounding, after a long stretch of tolerably calm water,a picturesque point, we view another long reach, and half-way on the left bank we camp. Maddened by sharp pangsof hunger, the people soon scatter about the district ofKilolo. What occurs I know not. Likely enough thewretched creatures, tormented by the insufferaljle insolenceof the aborigines, and goaded by a gnawing emptiness,assisted themselves with the wanton recklessness of necessity,and approjiriated food unpaid for. AVhile I am seated. CAMP AT KILOLO. among a crowd from the right bank, who have come acrossthe river to elate me with stories of white men whom theyhave seen by the sea, and from whom I learn the news thatthere are whites like myself at Emljomma, I hear shots onthe cultivated uplands ; and though I pretend to take nointerest in them, yet a bitter, restless instinct informs methat those shots have reference to myself; and presently thepeople return, some with streaming wounds from oxide ofcopper pellets and iron fragments which have been fired atthem. Uledi comes also, bearing a mere skeleton on hisback, whom, with his usual daring, he has rescued from thepower of the men who would shortly have made a prisonerof him ; and he and the rest have all a horrible tale to tell. VOL. II. z 338 THBOUGH TEE DARK CONTINENT. [1877. • Several men have been captu
Size: 1880px × 1329px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookauthorhenrymst, bookcentury1800, bookdecade1890, bookyear1899
