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Updated: June 29, 2025
But neither food nor repose would the fugitives take until they had joined the Christian family in thanking God for their escape and in singing His praise. "Sing the hymn of dear Ramanisa," said Ravonino as he seated himself at the side of Rafaravavy, after arranging her mat. The host smiled as he turned over the leaves of a Malagasy hymn-book. "All the fugitives like that hymn," he said.
"Because the Lord tells us to overcome evil with good," answered Ravonino, quietly. Then, wishing to draw attention from the subject, he inquired for the messenger who had brought news of his own escape. All looked round as if expecting the man to answer for himself, but no one replied. Search was made, and then it was discovered that the messenger had hastily taken his departure from the place.
Reaching a sequestered dell in a few minutes, Ravonino suddenly stopped and turned round with a calm air of satisfaction. "Well, dis am de most awrful supprise I'se had since my mudder give me my fust wollopin'." The expression on the negro's face rendered the remark needless. "It was well done," said the guide, seating himself on the trunk of a fallen tree.
Meanwhile Ravonino and his party pushed on in hot haste towards their place of refuge in the wild forest. The dangers to which they were exposed and the risks they ran on this adventurous journey were too numerous to be related in detail. We can only touch on a few of them here.
Ravonino spoke with such an earnest look and tone that the youth could not doubt the sincerity of his belief in the Saviour whom he so affectionately held up to his view. "Ravonino, I believe you are right. God help me to turn!" "He has helped you already," said the guide. "That prayer, if true, never yet came from an unrenewed heart."
You know that she openly confesses Christ in the palace, yet so great is the Queen's regard for her that she will not listen to my uncle, who would gladly see her tossed over the `rock of hurling. I had converse with her the other day, and I see that she even hopes to be the instrument of the Queen's conversion to Christianity." "God bless her!" exclaimed Ravonino, fervently.
He left the room quickly, followed by the Secretary, while Ravonino and Laihova were drinking in the news from the respective lips that pleased them best. The facts were soon communicated to all the party. The Queen, they said, who had been declining in health for a considerable time past, had latterly become much worse.
Remembering, however, that the Prime Minister had sent Soa to pretend to be a Christian, in order that he might discover the secrets of the Christians, and not having yet had much experience of the Secretary's character, he resolved to be very cautious in his reference to Ravonino, indeed to any one with whom he had to do.
Now, 'Ockins, fair play wid de marrow-bones. Hand me anoder." "Is it far, Mr Ravonino," asked Mark, "from here to the capital to Antananarivo?" "You cleared 'im that time, Doctor!" murmured Hockins, wiping his mouth with a bunch of grass which he carried as a substitute for a pocket-handkerchief. "Yes, it is a long way," said the outlaw; "many days' journey over mountain and plain."
"It is useless to go into the town," returned Laihova. "I am known now as one of those who aided Mamba to escape." "But I am not known at least not in my present guise," said Ravonino. "Have you seen Rafaravavy?" "No; I tell you we had not been long in the town when this mischance befell." "Did not Mamba tell you why he has undertaken so long a journey?"
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