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"Travelers," says Bücher, "have often observed this tribal or local development of industrial technique. 'The native villages, relates a Belgian observer of the Lower Congo, 'are often situated in groups. Their activities are based upon reciprocality, and they are to a certain extent the complements of one another. Each group has its more or less strongly defined specialty.
What of its future? I went to the Congo to find out. My journey there was the logical sequel to my visit to the Union of South Africa and Rhodesia, which I have already described. It seemed a pity not to take a plunge into the region that I had read about in the books of Stanley. In my childhood I heard him tell the story of some of his African experiences.
At that time the eye of faith discerned in the King of the Belgians the ideal godfather of a noble undertaking, and great was the indignation when Portugal interfered with freedom of access to the sea at the mouth of the Congo.
However, "Dick Fid, that arrant old foretop man, and his comrade, Negro Sip, are the true lovers of the narrative; the last, indeed, is a noble creature, a hero under the skin of Congo." "The Red Rover" is all a book of the sea. In Sir Walter Scott's journal, January, 1828, appears: "I have read Cooper's new novel, 'The Red Rover. The current of it rolls entirely on the ocean.
"There's my wife's address, sir. I'd like my half-pay sent to her." "She shall have it direct from Brussels, skipper, so long as you are alive I mean, so long as you remain in the Congo Service." Captain Kettle sighed again. "Shall I have to wait long before this appointment is confirmed?" "Why, no," said the agent.
They showed a gleam of satisfaction as the Kaffir declared that he preferred remaining with his new master; and the only favour he now asked of Willem was some compensation for his past services. Had Congo been one of the brothers, Hans or Hendrik Von Bloom, Willem could not have done more towards effecting a reconciliation.
After bidding farewell to the residents at Boma, I left in the Wall on January 10th and after a rapid journey to Banana, joined the Anversville which immediately put to sea and by sunset the mouth of the Congo was out of sight. The voyage home was uneventful, except for a few days of strong head winds. Among the passengers were Mr.
It can only be brought about by a slow and almost imperceptible effort, unsleeping, tireless, and convinced: something of the same sort as has destroyed the power of militarism upon the Continent of Europe; something of the same sort as has scotched landlordism at home; something of the same sort as has freed the unhappy natives of the Congo from the misrule of depraved foreigners; something of the same sort as has produced the great wave in favour of temperance through the length and breadth of this land.
"The Congo is a pretty big stream, isn't it?" questioned Sam. "Very large indeed. At its mouth it is about ten miles wide, and it is from twelve to fourteen hundred miles long. Stanley traced its course after an expedition in which he fought over thirty battles with the natives." "They must be fearfully savage." "Those in the interior are.
"Do you think they really intend to kill us, Congo?" asked Willem. "Yaas, baas. Sure they intend it," answered the Kaffir. "They 'fraid now to let us go." "But, if they intend killing us, why do they not do so at once?" inquired Hendrik. Congo explained, that their captors belonged to a wandering tribe of Zooloo Kaffirs, a warlike people, who had but little respect for white men.
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