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Leave Tete and proceed down the River Pass the Stockade of Bonga Gorge of Lupata "Spine of the World" Width of River Islands War Drum at Shiramba Canoe Navigation Reach Senna Its ruinous State Landeens levy Fines upon the Inhabitants Cowardice of native Militia State of the Revenue No direct Trade with Portugal Attempts to revive the Trade of Eastern Africa Country round Senna Gorongozo, a Jesuit Station Manica, the best Gold Region in Eastern Africa Boat-building at Senna Our Departure Capture of a Rebel Stockade Plants Alfacinya and Njefu at the Confluence of the Shire Landeen Opinion of the Whites Mazaro, the point reached by Captain Parker His Opinion respecting the Navigation of the River from this to the Ocean Lieutenant Hoskins' Remarks on the same subject Fever, its Effects Kindly received into the House of Colonel Nunes at Kilimane Forethought of Captain Nolloth and Dr.
The friends of our Mazaro men, who had now become good sailors and very attentive servants, turned out and gave them a hearty welcome back from the perils of the sea: they had begun to fear that they would never return.
A passport must also be bought whenever a man wishes to go up the river to Mazaro, Senna, or Tette, or even to reside for a month at Quillimane. With a soil and a climate well suited for the growth of the cane, abundance of slave labour, and water communication to any market in the world, they have never made their own sugar. All they use is imported from Bombay.
"Mazaro," said he, "I'm go-un around the caurnur a bit; I want ye to wait heer till I come back. I say I want ye to wait heer till I come back; I'll be gone about three-quarters of an hour." Mazaro assented.
Pauline," responded the father, "but I have been letting the enemy in and out at pleasure." "Good-night," she answered, and kissed him three times on either cheek; "the blessed Virgin will take care of us; good-night; he never said those things; not he; good-night." The next evening Galahad Shaughnessy and Manuel Mazaro met at that "very different" place, the Café des Réfugiés.
The whole of the fertile region extending from the Kongone canal to beyond Mazaro, some eighty miles in length, and fifty in breadth, is admirably adapted for the growth of sugar-cane; and were it in the hands of our friends at the Cape, would supply all Europe with sugar.
Major Shaughnessy's habit of repeating part of his words arose from another, of interrupting any person who might be speaking. "They must know I say they must know that whenever I'm nowhurs else I'm heer. What do they want?" Mazaro made a gesture, signifying caution and secrecy, and smiled, as if to say, "You ought to know." "Aha!" said the Irishman softly. "Why don't they come here?"
In him sadness and doubt were so mingled with anger that he dared not lift his eyes, but gazed at the knot in the wood of the table, which looked like a caterpillar curled up. Mazaro, he concluded, had really asked the Major to come. "Mazaro tol' you?" he asked. "Yes," answered the Irishman. "Mazaro told me I was watched, and asked"
"He's r-right!" emphatically whispered Galahad. She attempted to draw back a step, but found herself against the shelves. M. D'Hemecourt had not answered. Mazaro spoke again. "Boat-a you canno' help-a, eh? I know, 'out-a she gettin' marry, eh?" Pauline trembled.
Had Manuel Mazaro wished to personate the prince of darkness, his beautiful face had the correct expression for it. He slowly turned, opened the door into the café, sent one glowering look behind, and disappeared. Pauline laid her hand upon her lover's arm. "Madjor," began her father.
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