Ten years in Equatoria; . in an up-right position, with his head towards the sky ; his dutiful son,when his father passed to eternity, in 1883, scrupulously executedhis last injunctions. After passing through groves of banana trees, bordering thefields of maize and manioc, along groups of huts, saluted by thebarking of dogs and the timid looks of the natives, we reached, onthe morning of the fourth day after our departure from Tangasi,the banks of a small river, the Tago, from whence we could see thevast residence of King Azanga. Hung at the gate of Olopo were six human skulls, still coveredwi
Ten years in Equatoria; . in an up-right position, with his head towards the sky ; his dutiful son,when his father passed to eternity, in 1883, scrupulously executedhis last injunctions. After passing through groves of banana trees, bordering thefields of maize and manioc, along groups of huts, saluted by thebarking of dogs and the timid looks of the natives, we reached, onthe morning of the fourth day after our departure from Tangasi,the banks of a small river, the Tago, from whence we could see thevast residence of King Azanga. Hung at the gate of Olopo were six human skulls, still coveredwith pieces of flesh and tufts of hair. Whose were those heads? I asked. They are those of our enemies, the Sandeh, whom Kanna ledagainst us a short time ago. Were they killed in war ? I inquired. By Azangas shield, no; they were prisoners, who, upon ourreturn, were immolated, to celebrate our victory. And were anv of your tribe prisoners of the enemy ? I asked. Oh yes. Why did you not exchange them for your friends then ?. KING AZANGA. 117 We do not make au exchange of prisoners, except in the case ofpersons of rank ; an exchange of common soldiers is never made. I was invited to take a seat in the hut, whicli is used for solemnreceptions. Azanga kept me waiting a long while ; he sent word after atime that he was di-essing, in order to receive me properly. Ihoped that the superstitious practices in which I felt sure he wasoccupied would have a favourable result for me. The great bugle resounded. General silence. A tall, robust,and good-looking man, followed by a crowd of warriors and women,advanced towards me, bending his knees, and moving his hips in apeculiar manner. Hcc ! Hce ! Azanga momhc (the King is beautiful) wasshouted by all present. Drums and trumpets sounded; heapproached me, shook hands, and both of us sat down. He wasdelighted at my visit, said he would take care of me, and after afew more words withdrew, saluted by the respectful crowd. At the Court of Azanga, the
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