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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I Found Myself Looking Down A Steep Ravine, On The
Other Bank Of Which A Fine Buffalo Cow Was Scrambling Upward.
She
had just reached the summit, and was turning round to survey her
enemy, when I succeeded in planting a shot just behind the shoulder
blade, and close to the spine, evoking from her a deep bellow of pain.
"She is shot!
She is shot!" exclaimed the Doctor; "that is a sure sign
you have hit her." And the men even raised a shout at the prospect
of meat. A second, planted in her spine, brought her to her knees,
and a third ended her. We thus had another supply of provisions,
which, cut up and dried over a fire, as the Wangwana are accustomed
to do, would carry them far over the unpeopled wilderness before
us. For the Doctor and myself, we had the tongue, the hump, and
a few choice pieces salted down, and in a few days had prime
corned beef. It is not inapt to state that the rifle had more
commendations bestowed on it than the hunter by the Wangwana.
The next day we continued the march eastward, under the guidance
of our kirangozi; but it was evident, by the road he led us,
that he knew nothing of the country, though, through his
volubility, he had led us to believe that he knew all about Ngondo,
Yombeh, and Pumburu's districts. When recalled from the head of
the caravan, we were about to descend into the rapid Loajeri, and
beyond it were three ranges of impassable mountains, which we were
to cross in a north-easterly direction; quite out of our road.
After consulting with the Doctor, I put myself at the head of the
caravan, and following the spine of the ridge, struck off due east,
regardless of how the road ran. At intervals a travelled road
crossed our path, and, after following it a while, we came to the
ford of the Loajeri. The Loajeri rises south and south-east of
Kakungu Peak. We made the best we could of the road after crossing
the river, until we reached the main path that runs from Karah to
Ngondo and Pumburu, in Southern Kawendi.
On the 9th, soon after leaving camp, we left the travelled path,
and made for a gap in the are of hills before us, as Pumburu was
at war with the people of Manya Msenge, a district of northern
Kawendi. The country teemed with game, the buffaloes and zebras
were plentiful. Among the conspicuous trees were the hyphene and
borassus palm trees, and a tree bearing a fruit about the size of
a 600-pounder cannon-ball, called by some natives "mabyah,"*
according to the Doctor, the seeds of which are roasted and eaten.
They are not to be recommended as food to Europeans.
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* In the Kisawahili tongue, "mabyah," "mbyah, "byah," mean bad,
unpleasant.
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On the 10th, putting myself at the head of my men, with my
compass in hand, I led the way east for three hours.
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