. James Hannington, , , , first bishop of eastern equatorial Africa; a history of his life and work, 1847-1885. d., Thursday.—I found myself, perhaps aboutten oclock last night, on my bed in a fair-sized hut, butwith no ventilation, a fire on the hearth, no chimney forsmoke, about twenty men all round me, and rats andvermin ad lib.; fearfully shaken, strained in every limb;great pain, and consumed with thirst, I got little sleep thatnight. Pinto may cook my food, and 1 have been allowedto have my Bible and writing things also. I hear the menare in close confinement, but safe,
. James Hannington, , , , first bishop of eastern equatorial Africa; a history of his life and work, 1847-1885. d., Thursday.—I found myself, perhaps aboutten oclock last night, on my bed in a fair-sized hut, butwith no ventilation, a fire on the hearth, no chimney forsmoke, about twenty men all round me, and rats andvermin ad lib.; fearfully shaken, strained in every limb;great pain, and consumed with thirst, I got little sleep thatnight. Pinto may cook my food, and 1 have been allowedto have my Bible and writing things also. I hear the menare in close confinement, but safe, and the loads, except afew small things, intact. Up to one oclock I have receivedrto news whatever, and I fear at least a week in this blackhole, in which I can barely see to write. Floor covereiwith rotting banana peel and leaves and lice. iVlen reliev-ing nature at light on the floor ; a smoking fire, at whichmy guards cook and drink pombe ; in a feverish district;fearfully shaken, scarce power to hold up small I live through it ? My God, I am Thine. Towards evening I was allowed to sit outside for a little. /^^y
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