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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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have seen the glittering of keen eyes. Butthe palm-juice had proved too potent. The Arabssentries slept. Dark figures led by the native girl Tinola climbednoiselessly over the stockade and swarmed like antsinto a shady corner of the camp. If one of the sen-tries had but raised his head he would have seen thegleam of murderous knives and spears. There was a silent movement among the captives.One by one they arose, freed from their bonds. Theycrouched like leopards, ready to spring upon theirprey. A shout, a rush of footsteps, and the Arab campwas doomed. Dazed and surprised in their drunken slumbers,the Manyema staggered and fell before the revenge-ful natives. Deft and alert the natives swarmedupon them, hacking and hewing with their keen-edged weapons; until, panic-stricken, the survivingManyema rushed towards Osmanis tent. There theyfound Khalifan with a flaming fire-brand. Holdingthe canvas aside, the negro entered. The light ofhis torch fell upon the lifeless body of their chief.
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A sketch at Yambinga Draicn by the Author A FOREST DRAMA 95 Osmani bin Seyf had been stabbed in the heart withhis own dagger. This discovery completed the disorder of theManyema marauders, not one of whom lived to seethe approaching dawn. SULIMAN THE SLAVER Karib Bwana. Enter my house; and, nshallah, Iwill tell you my story. The speaker was my host, Faradji Ibn Suliman,one of the most notorious slave-raiders in CentralAfrica. I was among the Arab slave-hunters in theGreat African forest at that time, travelling towardsTippo Tibs camp, and being familiar with the Kis-wahili language spoken by the Arabs, I took a deepinterest in obtaining personal information from themconcerning their adventures. From the first moment when I made the acquaint-ance of Suliman, I was impressed by his air of re-finement. He was tall and distinguished-looking,and his face bore no indication whatever of his call-ing. He was gracious in his manner, and his wholepersonality suggested the courteous dignity of a

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