How I Found Livingstone Travels, Adventures And Discoveries In Central Africa Including Four Months Residence With Dr. Livingstone By Sir Henry M. Stanley
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Behind These Warriors Came A Liberal Gift, Fully Equal In
Value To That Sent To Him, Of Several Large Gourds Of Honey, Fowls,
Goats, And Enough Vetches And Beans To Supply My Men With Four
Days' Food.
I met the chief at the gate of my camp, and bowing profoundly,
invited him to my tent, which I had arranged as well as my
circumstances would permit, for this reception.
My Persian carpet
and bear skin were spread out, and a broad piece of bran-new
crimson cloth covered my kitanda, or bedstead.
The chief, a tall robust man, and his chieftains, were invited to
seat themselves. They cast a look of such gratified surprise at
myself, at my face, my clothes, and guns, as is almost impossible
to describe. They looked at me intently for a few seconds, and
then at each other, which ended in an uncontrollable burst of
laughter, and repeated snappings of the fingers. They spoke the
Kinyamwezi language, and my interpreter Maganga was requested to
inform the chief of the great delight I felt in seeing them.
After a short period expended in interchanging compliments,
and a competitive excellence at laughing at one another, their
chief desired me to show him my guns. The "sixteen-shooter,"
the Winchester rifle, elicited a thousand flattering observations
from the excited man; and the tiny deadly revolvers, whose beauty
and workmanship they thought were superhuman, evoked such
gratified eloquence that I was fain to try something else.
The double-barrelled guns fired with heavy charges of power,
caused them to jump up in affected alarm, and then to subside into
their seats convulsed with laughter. As the enthusiasm of my
guests increased, they seized each other's index fingers, screwed
them, and pulled at them until I feared they would end in their
dislocation. After having explained to them the difference
between white men and Arabs, I pulled out my medicine chest,
which evoked another burst of rapturous sighs at the cunning
neatness of the array of vials. He asked what they meant.
"Dowa," I replied sententiously, a word which may be
interpreted - medicine.
"Oh-h, oh-h," they murmured admiringly. I succeeded, before long,
in winning unqualified admiration, and my superiority, compared to
the best of the Arabs they had seen, was but too evident. "Dowa,
dowa," they added.
"Here," said I, uncorking a vial of medicinal brandy, "is the
Kisungu pombe " (white man's beer); "take a spoonful and try
it," at the same time handing it.
"Hacht, hacht, oh, hacht,! what! eh! what strong beer the
white men have! Oh, how my throat burns!"
"Ah, but it is good," said I, "a little of it makes men feel
strong, and good; but too much of it makes men bad, and they die."
"Let me have some," said one of the chiefs; "and me," " and me,"
"and me," as soon as each had tasted.
"I next produced a bottle of concentrated ammonia, which as I
explained was for snake bites, and head-aches; the Sultan
immediately complained he had a head-ache, and must have a little.
Telling him to close his eyes, I suddenly uncorked the bottle, and
presented it to His Majesty's nose.
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