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Updated: June 24, 2025
He drank rather noisily, after his fashion, and began: "My dear young lady, I think the time has come when I should expound to you " Here he broke off and commenced singing very badly, for his voice was somewhat raucous: From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand.
"Where that foul stain of manhood, slavery, flow'd Through Afric's sons transmitted in the blood; Hereditary slaves his kindness shar'd, For manumission by degrees prepar'd: Return'd from war, I saw them round him press, And all their speechless glee by artless signs express."
"From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand. From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain." Those are beautiful verses, and they have remained in my memory all my life.
The main ambulance is on the cricket ground. The battalion tents are pitched among the rocks or by the river side, where Kaffirs bathe more often and completely than you would otherwise suppose. The river water, by the way, is a muddy yellow now and leaves a deep deposit of Afric's golden sand in your glass or basin. The headquarters staff has seized upon two empty houses, and can dine in peace.
Where the wild Joliba Rolls his deep waters, Sate at their evening toil Afric's dark daughters: Where the thick mangroves Broad shadows were flinging, Each o'er her lone loom Bent mournfully singing "Alas! for the white man! o'er deserts a ranger, No more shall we welcome the white-bosomed stranger!
"The secret is, Hank was being chased by a whole family of wolves that's the gist of it fortune-hunters with tushes like the ravening lion in Afric's gloomy jungle. They were not only cold, stone broke, mind you, but hyenas into the bargain the father and the mother and the girl, too.
Every muscle of the body is stretched, and rubbed, and coaxed. To burning, bleeding, and charms, some Moorish doctors add manipulation, as the fourth sovereign remedy. These cultivated lands are a continuation of Zeiten; but Sahel is in a much higher state of cultivation. The golden harvest is nodding over Afric's sunny plains.
They called on the Shah, and the mighty Czar, And on all the crowned heads near and far; Shook hands with the Cid they really did! And lunched on top of the pyramid! To Afric's strand, or northern land, They steer as the captain gives command; And fly so fast that the slender mast Goes quivering, shivering in the blast!
There was no cooking done in this room, there being a small shed for that purpose, back of the house; not a spot of grease dimmed the whiteness of the floors, and order reigned supreme, marvellous to relate! where a descendant of Afric's daughters presided.
Oh, better worship at pagan shrine; Or, prophet of Islam, e'en at thine; To seek Nirvana in Buddhist lore, Or pray to Isis on Afric's shore; Better the dark, mysterious rites Of Ceres on Elusian heights; Better the Gueber's fierce God of fire Oh, better to wake the trembling lyre To any Savior than to be hurled Godless and hopeless out of the world; To madly plunge in death's dark river, Lost to life and heaven forever.
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