Tramps round the Mountains of the Moon and through the back gate of the Congo State by TBroadwood JohnsonWith an introdby Buxton . d had at length yielded and come away. Forfour years afterwards I knew him—feeble and prostratein the hospital, going home to die as he thought, andrefusing the hammock sent to bring him back to thedoctor; then again a rally and a return of spiritand hope and a return to the doctor for day, when I went to visit him in the hospital,whom should I see sitting on his bed but the manwhom one regarded as hard, sodden, almost hopelessManyumba, the
Tramps round the Mountains of the Moon and through the back gate of the Congo State by TBroadwood JohnsonWith an introdby Buxton . d had at length yielded and come away. Forfour years afterwards I knew him—feeble and prostratein the hospital, going home to die as he thought, andrefusing the hammock sent to bring him back to thedoctor; then again a rally and a return of spiritand hope and a return to the doctor for day, when I went to visit him in the hospital,whom should I see sitting on his bed but the manwhom one regarded as hard, sodden, almost hopelessManyumba, the Bamba chief ! Yeremiyas facebrightened as he said, You see, he has come tovisit me. I want so much to get better that I maygo back to my poor Bamba, for how will they hearof Jesus Christ ? The village over there had been/ a difficult post, and the Church Council would notsend any one, but had asked for volunteers, and noone had been forthcoming. Since then, however, ateacher named Paula Tibenda, who knew the peoplein former days, has volunteered with his wife, andonce again Manyumba and his people have gospelmessengers amongst RETURN THROUGH THE BAMBA FOREST 177 It was a very pleasant Sunday we spent there, justat the foot of the great snowfields and glaciers ofRuwenzori, nearer, grander, and more precipitous thanwe see them from the Toro side. The heat wasterrific, and in seeking the shelter of the edge ofthe forest at midday for a read, I was forced toretreat to the tent by the swarms of tiny black midges,whose bites raised little swellings which remained,with their irritation, for many days. These midgesmay perhaps be responsible for the carrying of thefever which infests the forest, just as the anopheles mosquito carries the malarial parasite. Dr. Christie,when engaged in his sleeping-sickness research,climbed up on to the ridge from the Toro side insearch of them, but time did not permit of hisdescending into the forest below. The boys of the village proved very l
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