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Title: A voice from the Congo : comprising stories, anecdotes, and descriptive notes
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Ward, Herbert, 1863-1919
Subjects: Ward, Herbert, 1863-1919 Africa, Central -- Description and travel Africa, Central -- Social life and customs
Publisher: New York : Charles Scribner's Sons
Contributing Library: University of Connecticut Libraries
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s second attempt to reach his post, after a tardyrecovery from his wound, I was appointed to thecommand of the station of Bangala, a very popu-lous district midway between Stanley Falls andStanley Pool, which, it may be well to mention, areseparated by a distance of eleven hundred miles.As our journeys lay in the same direction, we trav-elled five hundred miles together, as far as Bangala. On the way we halted one day at Lukolela, andvisited the grave of an Englishman, Kemble Keys,who had been killed by a buffalo in 1884. With asentiment of sympathy for our unfortunate country-man, we cleared away the tangled undergrowth andrearranged the piles of stones that marked the lonelyresting-place of a brave young fellow. In doing sowe each preserved a few leaves from a tropical vinethat grew upon the spot. In due time we separated. Ten months passedaway, and in the meantime I had occasion to traveldown country to the caravan track of the cataractregion. One evening I pitched my tent beside a
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THE ADVENTURES OF CAPTAIN DEANE 77 native market-place where the noisy Africans bab-bled and quarrelled over their gourds of frothy palmwine. Suddenly I heard distant shouts, and abovethe hubbub of the market I distinguished the notesof the Zanzibari caravan song. Soon I detected theadvancing leaders, loaded with boxes, rifles, andother odds and ends of equipment which figure inevery white mans march in Central Africa. A few minutes later I observed two stalwart na-tives bearing a hammock upon a pole. I advanced,and as the hammock was lowered I saw first a thinwasted hand and then a blanched haggard facewith sunken eyes, which I was shocked to recogniseas that of Captain Deane. As I helped the thin,feeble figure to alight, I could scarcely believe thatit was the same man with whom I had parted buta few short months before. That evening when allwas quiet, Captain Deane lay before my camp fireand in a feeble voice he related the story of his ad-ventures at the Falls, and he told me of t

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