ROBERT IIAM1LL NASSAU Frontispiece MY OGOWE Being a Narrative of Daily Incidents Dur- ing Sixteen Years in Equatorial West Africa By ROBERT HAMILL NASSAU, M.D., S.T.D. Author of "Fetishism in West Africa," "Where Ani- mals Talk," "The Youngest King," "In an Ele- phant Corral," and so forth NEW YORK THE NEALE PUBLISHING COMPANY 1914 Copyright, 1914, by Robert Ham ill Nassau BANTU PRONUNCIATION In Bantu all the English letters are used, except C, Q, and X. Instead of hard C is used K, e.g., Kongo. Instead of soft C is used S, e.g., Sette. Instead of Q is used Kw, e.g., kwango. G is always hard. 5J has the nasal sound of ng. Close every syllable with a vowel. Accent the penult. Among the vowels : a has the sound as in far, e.g., ka-la-ka. a has the sound as in all, eg., Ba-na-ka. e has the sound as in they, eg., E-lo-bi. e has the sound as in met, e.g., A-ye-nwe. o has the sound as in note, e.g., Ko-ngo. u has the sound as in rule, e.g., U-ga-nda. Ng reduplicates itself, e.g., Mba-ngwe, as in the English "finger" (as if, fing-nger). In the case of two or three initial consonants, a semi- vowel sound may he prefixed, e.g., Ngweya, as if iNgweya. TABLE OF CONTENTS PAGE Preface n CHAPTER I Preparations 13 II Entering the Ogowe 18 III Prospecting 40 IV Overland to the Coast December, 1874 . . 59 V At the Seaside Stations December, 1874- March, 1875 63 VI Return to the Ogowe April, 1875 .... 67 VII At Kasa's Town April-June, 1875 ... 70 VIII Up the Ogowe by Canoe August, 1875 $9 IX With an Insane Companion August, 1875 . 93 X Return to Kasa's, August, 1875 96 XI The Belambla Hut October, 1875 .... 100 XII The Belambla House -March, 1876 . . . 132 XIII A Highway Robber, August, 1876 149 XIV Belambla Plundered, August, 1876 .... 155 XV Belambla Station Abandoned, September, 1876 162 XVI With Re-nkombe, November, 1876 .... 174 XVII At the Kangwe Hut, January, 1877 .... 195 XVIII Ox the Kangwe Hill-side, October, 1877-jAN- UARY, 1880 233 XIX On a Furlough February, i88o-December, 1881 335 XX A Honeymoon, October-December, 1881 . . . 360 XXI Prospecting Again, January, 1882 .... 368 TABLE OF CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE XXII In Camp at Talaguga, July, i882-December, 1882 397 XXIII In the Talaguga Hill-side Cottage, February, 1883-DECEMBER, 1883 424 XXIV In the Valley of the Shadow, January, 1884- AUGUST, 1884 445 XXV A Mother-Task, August, 1884-1886 .... 461 XXVI The Mother-Task Continued, February, 1886- JULY, 1888 515 XXVII The Task Ended, August, i888-February, 1891 583 XXVIII Furloughed. February, 1891-JuLY, 1893 . . 696 XXIX The Ogowe Passes, 1892 700 Index 701 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS Robert llamill Nassau Frontispiece FACING PAGE Mission du Congo (map) n English Trading-house, Libreville (side view) 16 English Trading-house, Libreville (front view) 18 The Lower Ogowe 21 Climbing Perch 23 View Down the Ajumba Branch from Eyenano Island ... 34 Baraka Premises 62 Plateau Government House 64 Bamboo-palm Building Material 82 Hut Building 84 River Canoe-travel 89 Mygale Spider 138 Fetish Doctor and Attendant Drummers 153 A Village Palaver 158 View Up-river from Kangwe Hillside 160 Congo Francais (map) 174 Mpongwe Woman and Child 193 Village Preaching 203 Otanga, German Trading-house, Lambarene 218 Rear View from Kangwe House 232 Baraka House 240 The Ravine Bridge 247 Galwa Women 258 Palm-wine Gourd-bottles 271 The Man-leopard 286 A Bunch of Palm-nuts 338 English Trading Steamer at Aguma. Lambarene .... 368 Andende Boat-landing 370 Fanwe Woman 380 Fan we Man and Wife 382 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS FACING PAGE French Fleet of Canoes 399 The Mountain Brook 406 Mouth of Talaguga Brook, and Log-bridge 408 Fanwe 439 Ivory Tusks 453 Big Tree-stumps at East End of the House 481 Ogowe 1st Church, Andende (side view) 495 Ogowe 1st Church, Andende (rear view) 497 Rear View of Andende House 506 Kangwe School-girls 513 Miss I. A. Nassau, Dr. Nassau and Infant, and Nurse Keva . 515 Talaguga, Ogowe River 517 Caught 520 Kangwe Hill and Andende House 522 English Trading-house, Asange 527 Talaguga Chapel 566 Palm-oil Trees 580 French Trading-house, Asange 594 English Trading-house (Ivory and Thatch), Asange . . . 602 Igenja Church 607 German Trading-house, Cape Lopez 633 Flat-bottomed, Stern-wheel French Steamer, Lambarene . . 665 Fan we Warrior 681 I'anwe Warrior 683 Faiiwe Warrior 685 Talaguga Brook, Bridge, Chapel, and Shop 687 Talaguga House, Grove, Prayer-room, and Chapel .... 689 PREFACE I In June, 1842, a Mission of the A. B. C. F. M. had been es- tablished on " Baraka " Hill, in the town of Libreville, on the Estuary of the Gaboon River, West Africa, twenty-three miles north of the equator. Efforts to extend to the interior by route of that river, reached only seventy miles, at a point called Angom. Native obstruction barred farther advance. A Mission of the Presbyterian Church (north) was located, in 1850, on Corisco Island, in Corisco Bay, one degree north of the equator. An attempt, some ten years later, by Rev. Messrs. Mackey and Clemens, to penetrate the interior, by route of the Muni River (one of the two affluents of the Bay), was success- ful for only thirty miles, being barred by native obstruction ; and was never again attempted. In 1869, Rev. S. Reutlinger, my associate at Mbade, the mouth of the Benito River, one hundred miles north of the equator, tried to reach the interior, by that river. He penetrated only fifty miles, and returned, dying of erysipelas. All along the coast, the native tribes welcomed white men, both missionaries and traders, for the sake of the trade of the latter, and for the goods that the former necessarily spent in purchase of food, and employment of workmen. As long as these white men prosecuted their respective works within the lim- its of the coast tribe, on only the sea-beach, or not more than a few miles interior-ward, they were treated with respect, were allowed large liberty in the control of their households, and in the making of short journeys. But, any attempt, by a white man, to make any permanent location interior-ward beyond the limits of the coast tribe that claimed a monopoly in him and his goods, was met by a boycott of all means of travel. A deter- mined attempt on his part, would be met by personal injury, and, as an extreme means of prevention, even his murder. Coast monopoly must be maintained at any cost ! The despised " bush- men " of any interior tribe must not be allowed a full share in the foreigner's riches! That monopoly had thus, for thirty years of the Mission's life, barred all missionaries from reaching the tribes of the Interior. 12 PREFACE During my furlough in the U. S.. of iS>y2-'jT after more than ten uninterrupted years of service on the coast at Corisco and Benita, Secretary Rev. F. F. Ellinwood, D.D., spoke to me very decidedly as to our Mission's duty to reach the interior. Said he, " All these thirty years you missionaries have been hanging on to only the edge of the continent. Why don't you go ahead inland?" I explained that our apparent slowness was not due to indolence or lack of attempt, but to that impassable monopoly, that thus far had hindered even the traders who possessed stronger means of power than we. He still protested, " The Church at home will not be satisfied with that explanation, nor will it continue cordially to support the work, unless a demon- stration is made to prove progress." A spirit of adventure that, from boyhood, had made me wish to be a soldier, had always quickened my pulses at thought of the interior. T enjoyed the idea of itineration, and forest-travel, and camp-fires. And, I had been the first to obtain, in 1864, permission to break away, from the restriction of the little Co- risco Island, to the larger field of the mainland at Benita. (Though, to my regret, I had allowed my friend George Paull to precede me alone by a few months, to what proved to be his death.) I replied, " Dr. Ellinwood. the Gaboon, the Muni and Benito rivers have been tried, in vain, as pathways to the Interior. When my furlough is ended, I am willing to attempt a route by the Ogowe River: but, I do not think the Mission will permit me. Will you. not only authorise me to make the attempt, but also direct the Mission to appoint me?" He promised that he would see that the Board should make the way clear for me. Thus it was that I returned to Africa in the Spring of 1874, authorised to make a station on the Ogowe. MY OGOWE CHAPTER I PREPARATIONS ON my arrival at Libreville, in June, 1874, while waiting formal appointment by the Mission, I gathered infor- mation from various sources, acquainting myself with the topography of the Ogowe region. At Cape Lopez, some sixty miles south of the equator, a large river, whose name is variously spelled : by the English, Ugobai ; by the French, Ogooue; by the Germans, Ogowe; by the native Mpongwes, Ogovi (pronounced, Ogowi), empties itself into the South Atlantic by numerous mouths, making an enormous Delta, as in the case of the Nile, the Niger, and the Mississippi. Two of those months, viz., the Nazareth, and the Ogowe (proper), open into Nazareth Bay, north-east of Cape Lopez: a third, the Yambe, at the Cape itself; the Mexias and Fernan Vaz emerge to the south of the Cape. The stream that opens by the Fernan Vaz mouth is the longest side of the tri- angle of the Delta, as it starts from the Ogowe, at least seventy- five miles up the river. Living at the mouths north of the Cape was the Orungu tribe. They had done a large business in slaves in past years, and had amassed a great deal of wealth. One of their kings at Sanga- tanga on the coast, was the possessor of three hundred wives, and slaves whose number he had ceased to reckon. Notwith- standing the proximity of the Orungu to the French at Gaboon, they were still, by aid of the Portuguese, exporting slaves to St. Thomas and Prince's Islands, some two hundred miles west- ward. Up the Ogowe. for seventy miles, were scattered villages of the Nkami tribe (mis-written by Du Chaillu, " Commi " ; and by the English, "Camma"). Beyond this, for seventy miles farther, there were the Galwa, with a sprinkling of two or three other smaller tribes. All these. Orungu, Nkami. Galwa, Inenga, etc., spoke such close dialects of Mpongwe, that they 13 i 4 MY OGOWE had no difficulty in making - themselves perfectly well understood by each other. For forty miles beyond the Galwa, was the Akele (plural Bakele). Their language (called Dikele) resem- bled more the Benga than it did Mpongwe. Farther on, were the Okota and other tribes, whose speech also was said to resemble the Benga. So, of the numerous tribes of this river, the two dialects, Benga and Mpongwe (in the former of which I was fluent) already written, would suffice for my prospective interior ad- vance, without requiring me to reduce any to a grammar, or to print the Scriptures for each. Except, it might be, for the one tribe, larger than any other of which we knew, the Faiiwe. Nevertheless, in each tribe, it still would be the first and all- important duty of the missionary to learn to speak the dialect of his people. I regarded this as indispensable. Happily, for whoever should locate among the Bakele, their language had been written, and a portion of the Scriptures printed in it, by Rev. Ira S. Preston, when he lived among that tribe on the Gaboon River. Without disparagement of the admitted attain- ments of others, it is true that the old Gaboon Mission lost its best linguist when Mr. Preston, by a strange Providence that deprived him of his voice for even extended conversation, had reluctantly to return with his wife, a most devoted missionary. to America. Mrs. Preston, in the United States, still tried to work for Africa, by writing a little book, " Gaboon Stories " (published by the American Tract Society). Though no missionary work had been done in the Ogowe, it had not been entirely closed to the entrance of white men. Portuguese slave-traders, under the guidance and control of na- tive chiefs, had been allowed to enter 140 miles, to the mouth of an affluent, the Ngunye. Its point was a sacred fetish, beyond which no white man might go. The entrance of these Portuguese was an exceptional privilege. Their only trade was for slaves from the far interior, in which they were hand-in- hand with the lower river tribes, and for which they paid, not in goods but in cash. Long ago also, in the prosperous days of the old " Gaboon Mission," before its weakness had made it seek strength, in 1871. by union with the (then) equally weak former " Corisco Mission." Rev. Messrs. Wm. Walker and Ira Preston had made an inspection of the Ogowe, in an open boat. They found the usual mangrove forest lining the marshy shores, for the first twenty miles; scarcely enough of solid land on which to build PREPARATIONS 15 even native huts. Then, for the next forty miles, they found only a scattering Nkami population. But, there was so much opposition by that tribe to their even visiting" the next tribe, the Galwa, where might be found healthy high grounds for a white station, that the Gaboon Mission made no further effort, though either of those gentlemen was willing to make the difficult at- tempt, if the other members of the Mission had relieved them of their posts in Libreville. The French Government had entered the river, and made a survey, with its gun-boat. But it did no trading, nor built any house. Its guns prevented any native opposition. But that same Orungu and Nkami opposition would probably have been made to my entering. I thought of attempting an overland journey, via the Gaboon and one of its affluents, the Rembwe, with the expectation of emerging onto the Ogowe, in the limits of the Galwa tribe, who, I believed, would welcome me. That had been done, by a Frenchman, simply as a traveler. And, again in 1866 by a trader, Mr. R. B. N. Walker, in an attempt to circumvent the Orungu and Nkami. He had emerged on the Ogowe, in the limits of the Akele tribe, beyond that sacred Fetish Point. For which offense he had been held a prisoner by the Inenga tribe, until a French gun-boat came to his rescue. With their aid, he forced his way, with much danger and loss, in an exploration for a hundred miles farther. And fortunately for me, in 1872, he had safely ran the gauntlet of opposition from the Orungu at the mouth of the river, by means of a small steamer, the Pioneer, and had established a trading-house ("factory") in the Galwa tribe, at a point 130 miles up the course of the river. His success had been followed by a rival German firm of Woermann. And French explorers, March and Compeigne, had availed themselves of the fruits of his daring. Our Mission, though reduced by the final return to the United States of several of its members, felt called on, like Gideon with only his 300, to go up to the Ogowe interior. I was formally ap- pointed for this purpose, at the mission meeting held on Corisco Island, Monday, July 13. I immediately proceeded to Libre- ville, to prepare for the journey, intending to go over-land, with a chosen few of the mission employees, and a minimum of bag- gage. Various hindrances, by the season of the year, by mis- sion necessity, and even by native traders and others who did not sympathize with the idea of enlightening the interior tribes among whom they traded, delayed me. 16 MY OGOWE I could have gone in our mission cutter, the Hudson, the seventy-five miles south to the Ogowe, towing a boat, in which I might attempt to ascend the river. But the attempt would have been in vain. Personally, I would not have been injured ; but. my goods would have been robbed and the boat seized. A request to the German firm, to give me passage on their little steamer, was refused. They had little sympathy with missionary work. In a very different spirit. Mr. Walker offered me passage and protection on the Pioneer. But, I was to wait until near the close of the long, cool, dry season (June-September), when the beginning of the rains would flood the river, and make safe the Pioneer's passage of the Ogowe's many sand-bars. His observation of previous years made him willing to start the vessel, in advance of any rains, the river always rising from in- terior floods in its sources lying under a different latitude from its mouth. Returning to Benita to pass the interval in visiting my sister, I finally, at Mr. Walker's appointment, started from there, with two faithful Kombe young men. on Saturday. Aug- ust 29, to Elobi Island, opposite the mouth of the Muni River, arriving on the 31st. But. the Pioneer was not readv until Sat- urday. September 5. By the courtesy of Mr. Walker. I was made a comfortable passenger on the Pioneer. (The same as used by Livingstone on the Zambesi, in 1858. while he was British consul.) With healths drank, and a hand-shake all around, and kind good wishes, the Pioneer steamed out of Corisco Bay. to stop en route at Libreville. There I took on my supply of goods and provisions. Of the two young Kombe men. one, Ingumu. was to be my cook; the other, Mediko. my general helper. Both understood English. Everybody at Libreville prophesied that there was no use in our starting so very early in the rainy season: that the water of the river was not risen: and that the steamer, drawing five feet, could not pass the numerous sand-bars. Nevertheless. as the Pioneer was proceeding on its own trade-orders. T clung to its fate. So. with Captain Johns, we started out of the Gaboon, and around Pongara Point, and out to sea. southward the seventy miles to Nazareth Bay. The Ogowe, after flowing through a delta's length of over a hundred miles, dividing and subdividing itself in a series of intricate channels, finally emerges into the South Atlantic by the alreadv mentioned five months. Of the two that empty PREPARATIONS 17 into Nazareth Bay, one is regarded as the proper Ogowe. It is reached, from the north over extended shallows, made by de- posits of soil brought down by the river's swift currents in the semi-annual rloodings, that require careful soundings as a vessel approaches. At the very mouth itself lies a small island, the narrow channel around which describes a perfect capital S. CHAPTER II ENTERING THE OGOWE IT was an inspiration, at the very inception of my Ogowe life, as, on the ioth of September, 1874, we entered the Naz- areth mouth of the river, to know that I was standing on the deck of a vessel that once had been Livingstone's ! When he made his second great journey, back from Angola, to the Zambesi, down its canyons, out to its mouth on the Indian Ocean, revealing to the world the magnificent Victoria Falls of that river, and its possibilities for the development of the eastern Interior through the Shire branch and Lake Nyasa connections, the British Government rewarded him with a consulship of East Africa, assigning to him for the support of consular dig- nity, one of its damaged gun-boats, the Pioneer. With its engines wheezing with age, he had threaded the shallow chan- nels of the lower Zambesi ; in it he had explored the Shire ; and, in its cabin, Mrs. Livingstone had died. Condemned, as no longer fit to represent Britain's power, the Pioneer, at public sale, was bought by the Liverpool firm of African merchants. Hatton & Cookson. and was sent by them, dismantled of all signs of war, except two little cannon, on the forward deck, to their trading-house in the Gaboon. And, now, I was treading where Livingstone had trod, and was resting in the little cabin where his brave Mary Moffat had yielded up her life for Africa! Could I win, even in a small measure, some of his success! Might I be inspired with some of her bravery! Captain Johns could not conceal his anxiety, as the Pioneer, not daring to go at more than " half-speed," slowly crept through the tortuous S channel. What if he should run aground! Within view were villages of the monopolist Orungu tribe. Out in the Bay were canoes. Were they fishing, or were they spying? In motion, the vessel was safe; but, aground, it could readily be robbed by a horde of Orungu, who viewed with bitter jealousy the passage by steamer of their once dominated trade from their hands to the hands of the interior Galwa tribe, from whom they had obtained their riches of ivory and rubber, 18 ENTERING THE OGOWE 19 but to whom they had allowed only a very small per cent, of the profits received from white men. And, now, those white men were dealing directly with the Galwas, who, the tables turned, were permitting only a small share of gain to the proud Orungu. The two little cannon on the bows were loaded and shotted. A dozen rifles were conveniently arranged on the captain's quarter-deck. The native crew could not be depended on in any contest with other natives. Besides the captain, the only other white men were the mate, the engineer, two young trading-clerks, and myself. I had with me a sixteen-repeater Winchester rifle, intended for defense against wild beasts. The captain revealed that in any encounter with the Orungu, I would not be allowed to be a neutral. My transportation was a favor ; my interest to reach the Interior was a common one with the traders. " Dr. Nassau! fill up that sixteen magazine of yours! I'll call on you if we are attacked ! " The Orungu probably knew of the Pioneer's armament; and, whatever they may have thought or felt, we saw no signs of any demonstration against us. We drew a sigh of relief as the vessel glided into the deep and safe though narrow stream of the river itself. Instead of fearing, we seemed to have inspired fear on a crew of Portuguese whom we met emerging from the river with a large canoe-load of slaves. Notwithstanding the vigilance of British cruisers, Portugal was still carrying on a successful slave- trade for the supply of labor in its plantations of the adjacent islands of St. Thome and Principe. The three tribes succes- sively parallel to the coast, Orungu for thirty miles, Nkami for fifty more, and Galwa for seventy more, encouraged Portuguese to enter the river for the one object of trading slaves. (But. beyond the 140 miles no white man was allowed to go.) Those tribes, with salt (more valuable than gold), went them- selves into the interior, and bought the criminal, the disorderly, the maimed, the idiotic, the orphan child, the useless woman, and the witch or wizard whose death-penalty had been commuted to sale into slavery. These slaves, as gathered at small depots near the coast, were well hidden with their boats in the back channels of the delta, under the dense mangroves, and in streams uncharted too small for the cruisers, miles out at sea, to ob- serve or follow. Under the shadows of dark nights, and with the favorable land-breeze, the small slave-schooners could run out of the river, unseen by the cruiser, and escape to St. Thome. 20 MY OGOWK This canoe's crew looked on the Pioneer with terror. They hid behind the canoe's gunwales. Our flag was English ! Perhaps we were a British gun-boat! And, perhaps, they had forgotten to make the fetish charm (trusting in the same super- stitious beliefs of their helpless captives) that was to make them invisible to any enemy! But, we passed without sign, on our re- spective ways, the slavers glad to escape the Pioneer, and the Pioneer glad to escape the Orungu. At its mouth, the river was lined on each side by a growth of mangrove fifteen or twenty feet in height. No shore was visible, nor any spot where one could have set one's foot ; every- where was the encroaching mangrove. It emerges from the shallow water, a stem only a few inches in thickness ; and, im- mediately, as it shoots up to its attainable height, sends out a variety of branches ; while, from its base there are pushed out rootlets that turn downward and enter the mud as supports for the future tree, the original tap-root finally disappearing. The tree therefore seems to stand on stilts. From the ends of the branches spring leafless feelers or air-roots, themselves sub- dividing and depending until they reach the water where they finally take root. And, from these arise new trunks; which, in their turn, send down new air-feelers or rootlets. It was most astonishing! A perfect palisade, impenetrable by man. and almost so by beast. Only with an axe or hatchet could one have made any advance through it ; and, even then, only at a snail's pace. How wonderful that mangrove forest! For miles and miles, no other tree or plant! Tall trees, big and little, some of them eighteen inches in diameter, with bare lower trunks, their interlaced tops struggling to the light. Standing in water and an ooze of mud. with no firm ground: and yet. by their mesh oi twisted, bent, intertwined mass of roots, defending a conti- nent's ragged edges from the ocean's abrasion; and, in the con- test, coming off victor by adding to the continent year by year a few more acres taken from the sea. The silt and sand and float- ing jetsam of the river's semi-annual floods are caught in that mesh. The deposited soil pushes its swampy way into the ocean; and the mangrove promptly follows with new seedlings, whose clawlike root-lingers grip the mud for a new outpost in the endless contest for supremacy. Without a tap-root, the trees stand on their meshed feet, as Mary Kingslev wittily wrote. " Dame Nature up-gathering her skirts from the ambient mud." Tn and out of these meshed roots the tide flows. Down from ENTERING THE OGOWE 21 the tree-tops, seeds, already sprouted before they fall, are drop- ping into the mud, the young tree, from the very first contact with earth, already supplied with leaves, and fitted for the fray with the tides. And, banyan-like, the long forty-foot hangars grow down to anchor themselves in that soft swamp, and thence start a new tree-growth. The tall tree branches, pushing everywhere for sun-light, hang out over the stream so far that the steamer with ample depth of water, safely rushed at full-speed so near - to them that they brushed her side-wheels. Some travelers have called the mangrove forest monotonous. True, there is mingled with it no other tree or vine ; and, in its outline against the horizon, there is no feature of height or prominence or any other mark to distinguish one point from another in the stream's frequent windings. But, I never felt any monotony. Rather, there was a fascination in the infinite variety of the twists and turns and curves of those stilted roots, thrown out at tangents from the trunk to every point of the compass. No forest is ever entirely silent. In other forests, there is constantly either the tread of beast, or whisper of leaves, or twitter of birds, or at least the song of the cicada. But, in the mangrove, there are no beasts, unless it be a crocodile, breaking the silence with a splash in the muddy ooze. Yet, for the mangrove, there is the tense mystery of the silence of expectation. Silence! but, hark! the crash of the expected fall of a dead branch. Silence ! listen to the scream of the fish-eagle ! Silence ! only a few yards away see the ridicu- lously eyed peri-ophthalmus fish flopping out of the mud, and climbing those endlessly varied, claw-fingered roots. The mangrove, loving only brackish water, monopolizes the first ten miles of the river. For the next ten miles, it shares the interest of the traveler's eye with impenetrable thickets of the pandanus or screw-pine. No " pine " at all : but, its long thorn^edged bayonet-like leaves are most regularly arranged around the stem in the curve of a pine-cone. Its fruit, a good imitation of a pine-apple in shape, is inedible, except its large nut-like seeds. The pandanus too loves only the brackish waters. Its strong-fibered leaves are a veritable blessing to the women of coast-tribes. Dried, split, and dyed, they are skil- fully woven into matting graced with a variety of geometrical figures : which mats form very comfortable bedding, and are a valuable commodity in sale to the interior tribes, with whom the pandanus refuses to grow. As we advanced, the land began to rise, and a larger and more varied vegetation presented itself. 22 MY OGOWE The mangroves still continued, but in very much fewer num- bers. As they decreased in number, they grew in size; and, though now large trees in height, they continued to send down those same long feelers, leafless, swinging in the air, and seeking toward the water thirty or fifty feet below. The tall, shady, dark-green, waxy-leafed, cotton-wood tree ramified its gnarled roots in the fertile soil of the ascending bank. It is a tree; not an over-grown cotton-plant, though its flowers do produce a cot- tony filament. Another ten miles was marked by a decrease of both man- grove and pandanus, the appearance of low but solid earth banks, and the growth of palms of the bamboo-, oil-, and calamus or rattan species, and other varieties of trees. The palms stood with their tall leafless branchless trunks, crowned, at the height of twenty or forty feet, with their tufts of feathery-looking fronds fifteen or twenty feet long, and each narrow leaflet two feet in length. From one palm came the coco-nut ; from another the oil nut; and from another the leaves are used for thatch. Farther on, beneath and closely set around these trees, was a wilderness of shrubs and bushes and vines; some, beautiful for their flowers; one, white and resembling the camellia japonica: another, large straw-colored and campanulate ; another blue, of the convolvulus family; others, singular for their leaves of re- markable shape or color ; one with mixed white and green leaves, another with leaves alternately white and green. Sunset brought the Pioneer at the end of thirty miles, to the village of Angala, the first place where land stood sufficiently high and solidly above the river's edge, for human habitations. The alternating river current and ocean tide, swung the vessel as it lay at anchor. It was the boundary between the Orungu and the Nkami tribes. Old Chief Esongi came off to the vessel, to ask the captain, in a friendly way, for a " present.'' For- merly, it would have been demanded as " tribute." But, Esongi was a wise old man. He appreciated the shadow cast forward by coming events. His Orungu acquaintances might attempt to avenge their injured pride by threats of assault on the trading white men who were breaking the traditional monopoly. But, Esongi hasted to bow to the new power, and make his gains by a demonstration of friendship. He included me in his welcome ; and, instead of asking the newcomer for a " gift," courteously recognised that, in his status of host, he should give me one. Thus began a friendship that lasted unbroken to the end of his life. He never deceived me, or took an unfair advantage of w fr mm mm u w o ENTERING THE OGOWE 23 my needs. He was, at least to me, whatever he may have been to other white men who met him on only commercial grounds, true, honest, and just. He had gathered comfortable riches and position, by his slave-dealings with the Portuguese. He did not hesitate to tell me of the sums of silver he had handled, before Great Britain's cruisers had made the foreign slave-trade pre- carious. His conversations on religion, in subsequent years, were most intelligent; though he always retained his supersti- tions. In a later year, while resting in his village over-night, I heard him make the official new-moon prayer to the spirits of the air. Pleading his own virtues, he begged them not to in- jure him or his people. As the spirits were supposed to be malevolent, his prayer contained no praise, no love, no thanks, only an offering, and deprecation ! The next day, the next twenty miles showed a greater variety in the vegetation, until we came to long stretches of level delta- land where the papyrus was almost the only plant. The banks still rose; but, the rivers sides were steep perpendicular cuts. The feathery papyrus was mingled with large white convolvuli. I looked with intense interest, for the first time, on those papyri. Little Moses' basket could readily have been placed among these, on the very verge of the bank, but safe from being carried away by the water; for, the edge of the bluish-clay cut of the bank was a perpendicular height of a fathom or more above the stream (during dry seasons). This Ogowe, three thousand miles dis- tant from the Egyptian Nile, was sharing in its papyrus, but had never shared in the civilization that had left its records on the tissue of that plant. As the stretches of the river widened, its depth decreased. The channels were numerous and tortuous. Which should we choose ? Captain Johns depended on the native pilot. Pilot was of the kind that depended on memory. " Last year there was a channel on this line, and a sand-bar over yonder/' The lead was thrown constantly, and the Pioneer went cautiously ahead. But, bump ! here we are aground ! Last year's " yon- der " bar had, with the last rains, shifted over onto " this " line. That is the Ogowe's habit. A more successful pilot is of the kind who almost ignore all of " last year's " outlines, and, with rarely alert eyes, watch the difference in color of shal- low or of deep water, and the gentle surface-ripple near the edge of a submerged bank, warning of a decrease in depth of water. 24 MY OGOWE Progress became slower; groundings and backings-off became more frequent. While thus aground near certain villages, two old chiefs came off to visit the steamer, to hear the news, and definitely to be given presents appropriate to their dignity. " Treating," on the African coast, was universal, outside of Protestant missionary circles. The host's very first invariable act is to set out the bottles, varying, according to the character of the guest, over rum, gin, brandy, wine, vermuth, absinthe, soda, and lesser mixtures, with a flourish of " What'll you have? " The two old men promptly took their glass of rum. But, native etiquette and inherited superstition were seen even in this act. Good form forbids inferiors, and even equals (if strangers) to look on one's act of eating. And, the common fear of " evil eye," particularly of a white man's hard eye (other than black) hides also the act of drinking. One of these chiefs, a very big tall man, held up a towel before his face, as he drank; and the other, a very fat man, " blew a blessing " over the fetish- charm ring on one of his fingers. This blowing is so forcible. that saliva is sometimes ejected in the act. Some travelers have misunderstood the rite, and have regarded the " spitting " as the essential part of the ceremony. We had entered the Ogowe on the morning of Thursday, September 10, and, after going some fifty-five miles, by the even- ing of September 12, the shallows and impassable sand-bars definitely blocked our further progress. The river was still run- ning with a swift current, and less than one thousand yards wide ; for, my Winchester rifle, ranged for that distance, had no diffi- culty in striking almost any point on the journey, from bank to bank. The Pioneer lay at anchor there, for two weeks, waiting for the unusually late and daily expected rains. We were in a cul-de-sac. We could back out ; and that the captain did several times, only to ground at any turn to right or left. Back again into the cul-de-sac there was water under us ; also, for a few yards to our right; and, a few feet distant, on our left the per- pendicular clay edge of the river's right bank, crowned with the dense papyri. The vessel's bow also was clear, but barred by the end of the pocket in which we lay. And, there we lay for twelve days! Mr. R. B. N. Walker had told the captain that he would find the water rising as he advanced. That was usually true. But, the rains were late. Those were anxious days. There was no lack of fresh provisions brought by the natives from the adjacent villages: and. the vessel lay safe with free keel. But, how long would native cupidity refrain from avail- ENTERING THE OGOWE 25 ing itself of our helplessness? Those two old chiefs had been satisfied with their present on the first day. But, able to sum- mon a horde of their adherents, might not the ethics held by them, in common with the modern civilized wrecker, claim the " imano " that Providence had cast in their way? How easy to make a night attack! There was a sudden and startling alarm on the night of Sep- tember 13. The day had been quiet ; but, no opportunity or audi- ence for any Sunday services. At night, there was an outcry on the forward deck, among the Kroo crew. And, then, there were shouts from the startled ones. Then, shouts from those who did not know at what they were shouting. And, then shots from the officer, who thought a warning demonstration desir- able. When all was investigated, it was found the whole con- fusion had begun with the yells of a vicious monkey protesting against a deserved punishment ! I varied time during the long delay. One day, I borrowed the captain's little boat, and, with my two Benita employees, rowed to the left bank of the river, to the town of that fat old chief Njagu (Elephant). It was an unusually large town. In- stead of only the typical one long street, there were cross streets ; and the huts were larger and well-built. I had a long and pleasant conversation with Njagu. Around the houses I found lime and orange trees, the seeds of which he had procured from the sea-coast. He presented (or. to quote a very objectionable trade-English word, which, though adopted even by some mis- sionaries. I have never used) " dashed " me a duck. At the village of the other old chief, Onwa-ombe (Bad-child), I was given two chickens. The immense quantity of water brought down in the semi- annual flood was shown when I saw distinctly, on the face of the perpendicular clay bank, the water-line of the previous rise. Sitting on the Pioneer's deck, some yards below that line, it was difficult to believe that, in a few weeks, all those lands would be submerged. We thrust into that bank a broken plate, on a level with the water; and then daily we watched whether the water would rise above it. It spoke well for the good natural traits of most of the Nkami people, that so far from attempting to rob (they never having had contact with missionaries, and. for only a few years previ- ously, with any white men, other than Portuguese) they were glad of the opportunity to find a market for their meats and 26 MY OGOWE garden products. We feasted on fresh fish, and vegetables, and wild meats, or chickens and eggs, etc. One day, there was brought a crocodile. The white flesh looked attractive ; but, at that time, I had not been taught by the stern mother Necessity to accept almost any flesh for food. Our crew of Kroo-men, however, had a feast. The days were not without amusement. I had brought with me from the United States a quantity of fire-crackers, torpedoes, Roman candles and rockets, which I had found useful, in previ- ous years, for pleasing our Benito children on holiday occasions. With permission of the captain, one evening, I started some fun among the Kroo-men, by carefully exploding some of my treas- ures in the vicinity of their feet. They soon appreciated the fun, and were quick to beg of me a supply, with which in turn to startle their companions. Soon, the whole deck was in con- fusion. There was a great deal of chasing and screaming. The vessel's dog "Lion," entered into the excitement; he felt that something was wrong. Or, why should these men be flee- ing, when (as far as he could tell) no one was pursuing? Ris- ing to an apparent sense of duty, he pursued a flying cook, much to the terror of the latter, and caused, as evidence of the ef- ficiency of his pursuit, a sad rent in the cook's trousers. But, my candles and rockets, and especially the captain's blue-lights, attracted an immense number of white-winged insects from the papyri. Fascinated, they rushed into the burning lights, and were destroyed by hundreds of thousands. Their assaults on our hands and faces became intolerable. All lights had to be extinguished. The next day I saw a bushel basketful of their remains swept up from the deck. Slave-canoes occasionally stopped to barter for food ; they having, on their route, learned that we were not a British gun- boat. In one of those canoes was a little boy certainly not four years of age. He was such a bright-looking child ! After all this long interval of years, I can still see that boy's eyes, as clearly as yesterday. Not, as I had seen in others, terror, or pain, or hopelessness. He was not speaking, nor were the muscles of his face moving. But, the eyes were full of intense interest of expectation. I do not think that such a child had been sold to the man in whose charge he was. I felt sure he had been kidnaped. Such things happened. Little packets of the valued salt (too precious, in the Interior, to be allowed to children or women) would be laid on the path by the village spring. When children came to their task of drawing water, ENTERING THE OGOWE 27 they seized the salt, as our children would seize candy. From an ambush would spring out the slave-trader, and would carry off the child (if justification were needed) on the charge of stealing. By our long stay in that neighborhood, undesirable acquaint- ances were made. Under the low code of native morals, it was everywhere a part of a host's hospitality to provide for a guest a female companion at night. This hospitality was extended also to all white visitors. Most of the traders accepted ; and the simple-hearted woman, who willingly came, at the suggestion of her husband or brother, felt that to be even the " temporary wife " of a white man was an honor. The next morning, she returned to her hut, laden with yards of calico print and an abundance of trinkets. There were actual prostitutes in her village; but, her temporary alliance did not place her down among them. Some of the latter were brought to the Pioneer, doubtless at the request of the crew. The captain probably would not have taken notice of the transaction, had not dispute, and finally angry quarrel, arisen over the matter of the amount of compensation. Confusion finally became so pronounced, that, under the captain's direction, the mate, with a long " kasa-nguvu " ( hippopotamus-hide lash ; in later years King Leopold's " chi- cotte") invaded the crowd, and the visitors were driven tumbl- ing pell-mell over the railing and into the river, whence they swam ashore. Quiet was soon restored ; and our sleep was not again broken by that cause. Mutterings of distant thunder made us hopeful of a rise in the river. Other mutterings, that kept the captain in daily anxiety, of the possibility of native demands on his goods, ma- terialised one day. Fifteen miles farther up river from our fifty-five mile limit, lived, at the town of Ngumbe, the Nkami Chief, Isagi. Unlike Chief Esongi, he had not fully accepted that the Orungu-Xkami monopoly should be broken. When Mr. Walker had made his daring journey, carrying trade to the interior Galwa and Bakele, he had succeeded in passing Ngumbe only by consenting to Isagi's demands that a trading- house should be built there, a trader permanently located with him, and a regular supply of goods be placed in his hands. It was sheer piracy. But, Mr. Walker yielded. He built the house, sent there an intelligent American mulatto, John Ermy, and deposited with Isagi a large amount of goods. All these were only a sop to Cerberus, the price of freedom from assault. And, on his books, he put the cost to Profit and Loss. Little 28 MY OGOWE would he receive from Isagi, in ivory or rubber, in return for those goods! The real gain for the firm of H. & C. was to be made (and was made) in the Galwa trading-house, under his sub-factor, Mr. T. Sinclair. The Nkami were jealous of the Pioneer's goods being carried beyond Ermy's " factory." Capt. Johns, hopeless of getting up the river, had sent a canoe messenger to Mr. Sinclair, distant about eighty miles, asking him to come with boats and canoes into which the cargo should be transferred and carried to its destination. On the night of Sep- tember 1 8, arrived Ermy, with a tale of native reports of how Isagi intended to seize the Pioneer's entire cargo! If Isagi did that, I thought he would despise the little I had, and per- haps I might slip through his fingers ! I planned with Ermy about getting up river in one of his canoes. But, next morn- ing, I arranged to send my two young men with him. Just as he was about leaving, arrived his employer, Mr. Sinclair. I handed him the excellent letter of introduction Mr. Walker had given me, and I felt at once that Mr. Sinclair would be all atten- tion. With this gentleman began an agreeable acquaintance that extended over a dozen years. Though, like most of the Traders, he had let down the bars of civilized morality, his Scotch Presbyterianism and former Christian life constantly as- serted themselves. He never treated me with discourtesy; was sympathetic with missionary work ; and, during all those years, was generous and helpful in matters of transportation. And, presently, came Isagi, with five large war canoes, and flags, and native drums, and shouts, and songs of more than a hundred men ! I have never known what was his real intention. Cer- tainly, intimidation was part of his scheme. He succeeded. A spectator would have thought that he owned the Pioneer. Captain Johns and Mr. Sinclair gave him deference as a King. They " saved their face." by giving him. as if an advance on account in the usual " Trust " system of the Ivory Trade, a large amount of goods, that were at once placed in his canoes. Mr. Sinclair also lightened the Pioneer by loading his canoes, in which he kindly placed also my goods. Isagi having been satisfied, there was assurance that the vessel would not be molested in passing Ngumbe. The dove of peace settled on the heads of all; and it drank to the safety, good-will and prosperity of all, in many a glass of liquor. Isagi was in- troduced to me; but, he deigned me slight notice, on being told that I was a missionary. He had heard of missionaries, and he was not interested in them ; they were poor; did not drink rum; ENTERING THE OGOWE 29 had no presents to give in exchange for a female companion at night; and did not buy ivory and rubber. In subsequent years, on my boat-journeys, I stopped at Ngumbe ; but, I never had any conversation with Isagi. There seemed an impassable bar between us. He was tall, thin, silent, stern. His face seemed marked with treachery and cruelty; and, I knew that his hands were red with many a murder. After our formal salutation at his town, he would disappear. I never knew whether it was because of hatred or of fear. For, he was intensely supersti- tious. He left me to the good-will of his women, of whom he had many. But, they too, seemed constantly under fear of him. He had few children. But, his imperious tribal government could summon at will a thousand men for any purpose. Ermy assured me that the demonstration had no reference to myself, and he and my two young men left, in company with Isagi's flotilla. Mr. Sinclair followed shortly after. Besides the two firms doing a regular business up the river in Galwa. there was a third man, Schmieder, acting for the great German firm of Woermann, who lived on a little steam-yacht, that could run anywhere over the shallows of the sand-banks, and who wasted no goods in giving out " trust " on account. In a somewhat free-booting way, he flitted from place to place, buying up at first hand from the natives, ivory and rubber that had been obtained by them, through " trusted " goods and which really belonged to the two other firms. He came down river, and anchored near us. On board with him was a young Ger- man, who years later, achieved fame as a traveler to Timbuctoo. I wrote letters to Mr. Bushnell. to my sister at Benita, and to my sons in the U. S. And, the little steam-launch carried them to Libreville. The long delay in that low water and by those marshy banks began to have a malarious effect. Even at the sea-side, I had found the two rainy seasons, with their skies that cleared so beautifully after the almost daily or nightly rain, were enliven- ing to one's spirits, and better for one's health, than the long dry season ; which, though cooler, was murky and obscured with dull November-like clouds. Intermittent fever and diarrhea laid hold of me. They were an old story. I knew what to do for them. They are not fatal, though they may so far weaken. as to make an open road for either of the two more dangerous " African " fevers, a bilious remittent, or a globo-hematuric. Such beautiful moonlights! I have reveled in the moonlights 30 MY OGOWE of America, on the Ocean, at the sea-coast, under a variety of surroundings. But, none of them surpass the sunsets and the moonlights of the nights of the African Interior. It is difficult, even now, to say just what it is that constitutes its superior charm. Whatever it was, was mysterious in its fascination. Perhaps something in the shade of coloring; perhaps a shim- mering that may have been caused by the amount of moisture diffused ; perhaps in the intense darkness of the preceding moon- less nights ; perhaps in the fewer stars of the southern hemis- phere. True, there was the faithful Bear, and Scorpio, and Orion, and the Southern Cross ; but, then, there were large patches of sky that were either starless, or marked by stars of small magnitude. During all those thirteen days, I went ashore to " King " Njagu's only once. I sat in the shade of the Pioneer's roofed quarter-deck ; enjoyed the afternoon sea-breeze, and cool land wind at nights ; luxuriated in abundance of fresh fish ; wrote a good deal ; and read a great deal. I felt a little ashamed of the easy time I was having on the steamer, doing nothing compared with the busy lives of my associates at the sea-coast stations. Yet I was not doing nothing. I was learning Mpongwe, for use up river, and making large notes of flying pieces of information about the river. I might have gone ashore oftener ; but I wished to avoid any questionings about my pro- jects, from the Nkami people, as my objective point of location lay even beyond Galwa. Hurrah ! on September 23, we saw that our broken plate sign in the river's bank was covered by a few inches of water. The river was rising! Though no rains had conje to us, they had begun to fall in a different latitude, where lay the Ogowe sources, and, in their downward flow, the rising flood had reached us. Cap- tain Johns, in a serio-comic spirit, put up a memorial to his long trial, by nailing to two stout posts on the top of the bank, a long board, on which was painted. "JOHNS' REST, Pioneer, 1874." The next day. September 24, the Pioneer backed out of her cul-de-sac, dropped down the river a few hundred yards to get below the point of the shallow, and then dared diagonally across the river. The lead line constantly sounding, at " dead-slow " speed, with what intensely quiet anxiety we felt ourselves just scraping on the e(\^e of the long shallow opposite Chief Njagu's town ! Then stuck for a little while ! Then off again ! Passed ENTERING THE OGOWE 31 Chief Oiiwa-ombe's; startled a sleeping crocodile; stuck! Off again; and drew a long breath of relief, as we emerged into a wider channel. Of course, we anchored at night. We had made only seven miles that day! The river became broader, the channels more numerous and perplexing, and all of them shallow. Such places are the chosen resorts of hippopotami, who do not like deep water. Our prog- ress had a new interest, in watching the animals that we alarmed ; crocodiles dreaming on logs that they simulated ; hippos variously submerged, often only nose, ears, and eyes on the surface. Startled, the father would lift his massive head, open his enor- mous mouth, and uttering a combined snort and bellow, called his family to sink out of sight until the vessel had passed. Mon- keys peered from the few trees (we had not left the papyrus en- tirely behind us), chattered their indignation at the wheezing of the engine, and leaped from tree to tree for a safer distance from the guns of my fellow-passengers. How those hippos did bel- low at night! Perhaps mystified by the lights of our anchored vessel. Perhaps males fighting for supremacy ! One evening, borrowing the little boat, Mr. Percy, one of the two young clerks, and I rowed out to do a little hunting for fresh meat. There were kingfishers, but they are small prey; a wild duck was wounded, but lost ; and we lay in ambush for two hippopotami. We had been told that hippo-steak is good. (I frequently, in later years, found it was true.) But, the ap- parently wary animals did not come ashore ; to shoot them in the water is waste, unless the hunter has time to go down stream and meet the body, that, having sunk, will rise a few hours later, at some point to which the current will carry it. On Sunday, September 27, we had safely passed the shallows fronting Ngumbe, the half-way house of our hundred and thirty mile journey. My two Benitas again joined the Pioneer, and we were met by Mr. Sinclair's clerk. Woodward, who had come clown with canoes, into which to lighten the Pioneer's cargo, and which, preceding us and punting instead of paddling, kept us constantly informed of the water's depth. We were next in Galwa territory. The river banks became higher, heavily wooded ; and, in the distance, were blue hills. Every hour's advance toward them brought us to deeper water, straighter channels, and oftener the order of, " Full speed, ahead!" The whole panorama of the Ogowe was a most interesting study. The river is remarkably varied in the aspect of its banks, 32 MY OGOWE and the characteristics of its vegetation. The advance up the river showed day by dav the constant rise in the land toward the in- terior highland. In the first thirty miles the banks were lined successively with mangroves, pandanus, and palms. Then, un- til the seventy-mile limit, with papyrus, bulrush, palms and a few forest trees. Next, until the hundredth mile, palms, forest trees, high banks, and rocky points. Then, to the trading limit, at which we were aiming, high rocky banks, and isolated hills. Singularly, because of the delta, the mouth, which in most rivers would be wide, was narrow. And it widened, instead of nar- rowing as we ascended, until just beyond the delta's end, it was a mile in width. It is thus splendidly described by Miss Mary Kingsley. some twenty years later, on her journey with the Ger- man steamer Move: "The day soon grew dull, after the delusive manner of the dry season. The climbing plants are finer here than I have ever seen them. They form great veils and curtains between and over the trees, often hanging so straight and flat, in stretches of twenty to forty or so wide, and thirty to sixty or seventy feet high, that it seems incredible that no human hand has trained or clipped them into their perfect forms. Sometimes these cur- tains are decorated with large bell-shaped, bright-colored flowers, sometimes with delicate sprays of white blossoms. This forest is beyond all my expectations of tropical luxuries and beauty; and it is a thing of another world to the forest of the Upper Calabar, which, beautiful as it is. is a sad dowdy to this. There you certainly get a great sense of grimness and vastness: here, you have an equal grimness and vastness, with the addition of superb color. This forest is Cleopatra, to which Calabar is but a Quaker. Not only does this forest depend on flowers for its illumination; for, there are many kinds of trees having their young shoots, crimson, brown, pink, and creamy yellow. Added to this, there is also the relieving aspect of the prevailing fashion among West African trees, of wearing the trunk white, witli here and there upon it splashes of pale-pink lichens, and ver- milion-red fungus, which alone is sufficient to prevent the great mass of vegetation from being a monotony in green. All day long we steam past ever-varying scenes of loveliness, whose component parts are ever the same, yet the effect ever different. Doubtless, it is wrong to call it a symphony; yet T know no other word to describe the scenerv of the Ogowe. It is as full of life and beaut v and passion as any symphony ever written, the parts changing, interweaving and returning. There are lc'\t motifs ENTERING THE OGOWE 33 here in it, too. See the papyrus ahead ; and you know when you get abreast of it you will find the great forest sweeping away in a bay-like curve behind it against the dull gray sky, the splen- did columns of its cotton- and red-woods, looking like a facade to some limitless, inchoate temple. Then again, there is that stretch of sword-grass, looking as if it grew firmly on to the bottom, so steady does it stand. But as the Move goes by, her wash sets it undulating in waves across its broad acres of ex- tent, showing it is only riding at anchor; and you know after a grass-patch you will soon see a red, dwarf, clay cliff, with a vil- lage perched on its top, and the inhabitants thereof, in their blue and red cloths, standing by to shout and wave to the Move, or legging it like lamp-lighters from the back streets and the plan- tation, to the river frontage, to be in time to do so. And, through all these changing phases, there is always the strain of the vast forest, and the swift, deep, silent river." * We had left the ocean-tide far behind us. Even at Ngumbe, where we marked a rise of a few inches, the sweep of the sur- face current was still down river. No anchored boat any longer swung to the tide. Swifter and stronger against our bow came the rapidly rising flood from the Interior. And, out of the lake region, at Oranga, the triple bodies of Onanga-Ogemwe-Isanga, rushed the water that had been pent up in them. The journey now was exhilarating. We had left behind us the marshes. Those hills, in the vistas opened by every turn in our now rapid progress, looked life-giving! So many new birds! Flamin- goes, with their streaks of red ! Stories of the rich meat of manatee or dugong. (Which in later years I proved true. I know no richer meat.) Here, also, natives repeated to me stories that had been told me at Benita, of a strange monster, one hundred feet in length, with a mouth somewhat like that of a crocodile, and with scales, but without feet. I have never been able to identify it with any known animal. For some of the strange stories told by coast tribes, of monsters of the In- terior, there have been found bases, on which native fancy had built. For example, the tailed tribe of the Interior has been proved to be people who wore skins of beasts, the tail being re- tained as an ornament. But for the hoofed tribe I have heard no explanation. Their existence was asserted by Benita people. "Where?" "In the Interior." And here, on the Ogowe, the assertion was the same, " In the Interior." But, I never found what was the basis. *" Travels in W. Africa," page 129. 34 MY OGOWE Finally, in the morning of Thursday, October i, the Pioneer reached its journey's end, before Mr. Sinclair's trading-house at the Galwa town of Adali-na'nanga (Observed-of-the- Tribes). All rivers are dotted with islands in their course to the ocean. They div r ide their waters at each island's head, and unite again at its lower end. But there conies a day when an exceptional island is met with, around which the divided waters never again unite; but, as they continue their flow to the sea, they divide again, and subdivide in a network of streams that finally reaches the sea through several distinct mouths. That exceptional island always marks the beginning of the river's delta. In the case of the Ogowe, its divisive island was 130 miles of the river's course from the sea. The Ogowe, coursing from the east, there made a sudden turn northward. Dividing at the head of a large island several miles in length, the " main " branch swept to the left, the smaller branch taking its independ- ent course to the right. At the island's head was the town of Eyenano (the Seen). Three miles farther up, on the left bank, a town of the Inenga tribe. It was by them that Mr. Walker had been made captive. On a high ridge, to the right bank in the river's angle, and at the head of the smaller branch, was Adali-na-'nanga, the town of the Galwa king. One of the women of his harem had devoted herself to the captive white man. When the French rescued him, and authorized him to re- main and set up a trade, he rewarded her by locating his trad- ing-house at her town. Mr. Sinclair with his clerk Mr. Woodward, and a German house with its clerk and assistant, were the only white residents in the river; though there were others who had been attracted, in the interest of science or adventure, to this only open door to the Interior from the equatorial portion of the west coast. Two French gentlemen, the Marquis de Compeigne and M. March, had lately returned from 400 miles farther up the river. And Dr. Lenz, of Dr. Geisefeldt's German Kongo expedition. That expedition had not been successful. Tt had lost two sets of instruments and other equipments worth $10,000; one, on the African steamer Nigrctia, wrecked at Sierra Leone, and another on a steamer never heard from in the Bay of Biscay. Dr. (ieise- feldt had gathered several good skeletons, specimens of the gorilla, and numerous auriferous quartz and other stones, indi- cating the geological presence of diamonds and other stones. At the German house was also the Baron von Koppenfels, an officer in the German Army, seeking independent adventure. o < in i O < c ps! U < PQ < PC ENTERING THE OGOWE 35 He had gathered $1500 worth of rare birds and skins and curi- osities. A mile down the smaller branch was Andende Creek and Kangwe Hill (to appear later in this history). A few years later the deposit of silt in front of Mr. Sinclair's house (called " Aguma") so barred the approach of all vessels that he removed it out into the main stream, a half mile below the island's head, at a place since then called Lembarene ; which, still later was occupied also by the French as their government Paste. I remained at Mr. Sinclair's ; and purposely did not go out to visit in any of the villages. I feared that the Gal was might at- tempt to detain me : so, I avoided communication with them. From Mr. Sinclair and others, I acquainted myself with " the lay of the land." Some ten miles farther up river was a large affluent of the Ogowe, the Ngunye, on the left bank. Its sources were from the south and west. Its upper region was the locality of Du Chaillu's, " My Apinji Kingdom." When it joins the Ogowe, the natives called the latter by a new name, the Okanda (because it comes from an interior tribe, the Akanda). But in this narrative I shall disregard that. It is a mistake; just as if the Mississippi, above the junction with the Missouri, should be called by some other name. That custom, of calling different parts of a river by different names, exists all across the continent, and has given travelers trouble. It was one of the confusing causes that were constantly starting up in Dr. Living- stone's way, in his search for the sources of the Nile. How glad I was to reach an end, though it was not really my objective point, and though I at once met several trying prob- lems. Mr. Walker had prejudiced me against the Galwa people. I think he had some reason (though I now believe, not sufficient) for his dislike of them. But there was, to me, good reason why I avoided making acquaintance with them just at that time. Galwa is a very near dialect of Mpongwe. which language I did not know. I spoke Benga fluently. Air. Walker had told me that, at a place. Mbomi, some thirty miles farther up river from Mr. Sinclair's, was the Okota tribe, whose dialect was cog- nate with Benga. I would make my location there. And lest in the monopolistic spirit, the Galwa, who had so recently been relieved of its exercise against themselves by Orungu and Nkami, should attempt to exercise it on me against the Okota and Bakele. I sought no acquaintance with them, secluding my- self in Air. Sinclair's house. 36 MY OGOVVE He entered into my plans, and promised to further my journey to Mbomi. But, he was just then overwhelmed with business. A dozen of his Mpongwe and Nkami native traders had been lying" there for two weeks, awaiting the Pioneer's coming, with three hundred of their crews, idle, quarrelsome, and the entire crowd fed by him daily, but rendering no service to him. He was anxious to get rid of them, by dividing to these traders their promised share of the Pioneer's goods. He was having an hourly battle with the native cupidity that grasped for more than had been promised. And I was having a contest, almost every hour of the day and night, with the chigoes ! They were a new pest. Africa had possessed a variety of insect pests, especially of the ant kind. But, in 1872, a vessel sailed from Central America, to St. Paul de Loanda, having sand as ballast. Portuguese law forbidding this to be cast into the harbor, it was dumped ashore. The American chigoes (miscalled "jiggers") in that sand have since then spread over the entire African continent ! I had never seen or known of chigoes. On my return to Africa in 1874, I heard much of them; but during the three months at Libreville and Benita. under good sanitation, I was not an- noyed much by them. They may attack any part of the body, but preferably one's feet, particularly the toes, especially around the quick. The little female, a small red flea, half as large as a pin-head, burrowing under the skin, produces a hundred eggs in a sac as large as a pea. If allowed to remain, these will hatch and make an ulcer, resulting sometimes in the loss of the toe. Experience taught us that the insect, or its sac, must be extracted at once and crushed or burned. Rains destroy the chigoe: but, the long dry season (June to September) had favored their production. The Galwas, to whom they were new, in extracting the sac, threw it on the ground, and its eggs hatched there. The crowd around Mr. Sinclair's house were more reckless in their habits than they were in their own villages ; and, the place had become very unsanitary. Mr. Sinclair, hos- pitable as he was, had, as the only space he could offer me for a bedstead, the top of the counter in his shop. T sat there in ter- ror of those hateful insects. Every hour of the day T removed my shoes and socks, to pick off the frightful invaders, whom no amount of cleanliness, nor solidity of shoe could exclude. And, at night, I awoke almost every hour to rub on kerosene as a slight deterrent. In previous years, on my Benita journeys, in affiliating with the natives in their huts, and sleeping on their bedsteads (but carrying my own little pillow), I had endured. ENTERING THE OGOWE 37 but could not control, the bedbugs; with great care I had en- tirely escaped the prevalent head lice; only occasionally had I contracted the as prevalent body lice (but, they were readily re- moved). But here no amount of care, of sanitation, or cleanli- ness, could save me from this little monster. I shuddered with horror, not at its itching bite, but at the very thought of a per- sistent parasite on my body! I had met with fever, with danger from poison, drowning, wild beasts, affliction, sorrow, trial, native daggers, and human treachery. None of these things had moved me from my devo- tion to Africa and missionary duty. But, after all these years, I confess, that, for the first and only time in my entire African life, the thought did then come to me : " I can not endure this ! I will give up the work, and go back to the United States ! " But, relief came. The blessed rains came ! The pests were de- stroyed, only enough surviving for reproduction the next year. Before that came I found myself in less unsanitary surround- ings, and had learned better how either to check somewhat the chigoe's advance, or, more skilfully and promptly to extract it. I never succeeded in doing so without drawing blood; and that left a small wound. In the first year's invasion, I had daily seen men, women, and children, the latter with tears rolling down their cheeks, digging from their feet the pests that had burrowed there. But the children, having more frequent practice, than I, on their own bare feet, especially the girls, became very skilful in blood- less extraction. In later years I came to depend on them and their services as the last act of the day before retiring to bed. For the first time in my life I felt what it was to be on the last verge of civilization. At dinner, for a welcome to the Pioneer, Mr. Sinclair invited his few white neighbors to meet Captain Johns. With whom, besides himself, his clerk Woodward, the young man Percy, and myself, there were Captain Stone, an Englishman, head of a rival firm, and his guest, the German Baron von Koppenfels. The Baron was a powerfully built man, an adventurer seeking excitement in hunting. He had found it one day, on a Nkami prairie, when a wild ox charged him at close quarters. Without his gun. he stood still, and, as the fierce beast plunged its lowered horns at him, he seized them, and, under the tremendous force of necessity, slowly and steadily twisted the beast's neck until it broke (as is related to have been done by a gladiator in a Roman amphitheater). We were thus, at the table, seven white men. On the Pioneer also were its mate and engineer and a Mr. Dixon temporarily left 3 8 MY OGOWE in charge. Somewhere on the river were Schmieder and another man. In all, only twelve white men in the entire course of the river. But, when the Pioneer should leave, there would be only nine, of whom no more than three would be in the same house- hold. And, for me, going - to the Beyond, to the east, there would be only myself, and Superstition, and Bakele and cannibal Fan we.* As I deliberately avoided the Galwa, and Mr. Sinclair was very busy trying to get his traders off to their places, there was much of the time that I was alone. Thinking of the future made me anxious. Thinking of the past made me sad. I thought I had conquered homesickness. But. familiar home tunes played on a hand-organ, one evening, made me feel that there was still much in me that I had not entirely controlled. The Pioneer left on Monday, October 5, for its return to the seaside, taking with it a large mail I had written. She would have no trouble with shallows. The rains had come, and the river was rising very rapidly. Mr. Sinclair kindly gave me the benefit of his experience with the river tribes, as to customs, prices, etc. But, living in narrow quarters was painfully accentu- ating a local eczema which was irritating me. I had suffered with it chronically years before, at Benita. It and boils were two of the alternatives I had accepted as exemption from African fever. Both disappeared during my furlough of i872-'73 in the United States. There, a doctor, who had ostracized him- self from the " regular " profession, because of his making pro- prietary a cure he had discovered for certain diseases, gave me an eczema ointment to use in the future. I had no faith in it. but, having no other relief, I tried it at Mr. Sinclair's. Its first application, one night, was torture endurable for only fifteen min- utes; next night, I was able to endure it for thirty minutes; and, the third night, for one hour. The fourth day. the eruption was gone, and my skin smooth and healthful. The sunsets were incomparably beautiful, under the clear air of the rainy season ; far surpassing any I had seen on the sea- coast. In the distance south-eastward were the blue hills of the river Xgunye ; in the middle distance the green of the forest; and, in the foreground, an orange sheen on the sands on the * This word has several forms of spelling. At the sea-coast, the Bengas called it, Pa-ngwe ; the Mpongwe, Mpanwe; Du Chailhi had written it, Fan (with the French nasal ending); l)e Brazza wrote it. Pahonin ; the tribe itself certainly, with an explosive sound, said Fang, though there seemed to my ear also an elusive final W, like Pfangw. I compromise on the form, Fanwe. ENTERING THE OGOWE 39 beach and islands. The views of the entire river had been very- line up to that Aguma Point; but, Mr. Sinclair promised me something magnificent in the lakes. He had, as far as he was able, put me so at home in his " factory," that I did not feel as lonely as I had expected. He took such a hearty interest in my project that he actually offered to go with me in my selection of a site, instead of my hiring a boat and going alone. He in- formed me that the Okota people had left Mbomi; and he ad- vised me to settle among the Bakele who were now occupying that place. Everything seemed favorable; only, I still feared that some jealousy might be aroused among the Galwa, against my going to the Bakele. I felt there was need of prudence and caution. Though 130 miles from the sea, in the course of the river (ninety in direct line) the afternoon sea breeze reached there, and the nights were cool. But mosquitoes were plentiful, and chigoes fearful. Mr. Sinclair insisted on my being his guest, and would make no charge for entertainment, but, 1 had my own employee, Ingumu, as washman. Mr. Sinclair assisted me in the purchase of a canoe, and in the hiring of three Galwas. I mention their names, as they re- mained in my service several years: they were, Alendeginye, Oraniga, and Aveya. Galwa canoes were flat-bottomed, their sides straightly perpendicular as of a box, the pointed bow and stern not elevated much above the level of the sides. They were very "cranky." In smooth water they were safe; but, before waves raised by a strong wind, they had no buoyancy. The Okota tribe, in disappearing from Mbomi, instead of ad- vancing seaward, as is the ambition of almost all inland tribes, had retired interior ward. Of the Akele tribe who were occupy- ing the deserted site, I knew nothing, except that I remembered a description given of their dialect by the accomplished philolo- gist, Rev. Ira M. Preston. He said, " Take the Benga, chop off its final syllable, and you have a Fafiwe vocabulary. Then take that same Benga, add to it a syllable, and you have the Dikele vocabulary." This, I have since proved, in my own acquisition of those dialects, to be sufficiently descriptive, as an epigram. So, still anxious to utilize my knowledge of Benga, I decided to locate among the Bakele people. Mr. Sinclair kindly directed one of his Mpongwe traders, Agaia, who could speak English, and who was located near the village of an Akele chief, Kasa, adjoining Mbomi, to escort me on my journey thither. CHAPTER III PROSPECTING 1 WAITED at Aguma for the company of the promised es- cort, while Mr. Sinclair was dismissing his Nkami sub- traders to their " factories " up the rivers and down to the lakes. The one who was going up river with me, Agaia, I had known at Benita, he having been an employee of the Sierra Leone negro trader Hamilton, in 1870. So, my two Kombe young men affiliated with him, at once, and he was very helpful to me. Finally, in the afternoon of Monday, October 12, the first day of the fortieth year of my life, with my own canoe, my five crew, and a portion of my supply of provisions and goods, es- corted by Agaia and his five canoes laden with goods, and with his sixty men, with their guns firing, flags flying, and shouts of songs, I started on the second stretch of my Ogowe journey. I had no direction of the route, though I made careful notes, for my own future travels. Nor had I any authority. I allowed my own crew lazily to follow Agaia's people, in the vigor of their hilarity that left little strength to be applied to their paddles. We had gone only a few miles when the sun set in an unusually magnificent array of color, and, we stopped for the night on a sand-bar. Some of Agaia's people went off to an adjacent Inenga village, where they could share in the usual evening dance in the village street. After a supper of sardines and crackers, rain fell heavily. I kept most of it off by crouch- ing under my enormous umbrella, where also I gathered my per- ishable treasures and bedding. I slept tolerably well, with no chigoes and but few mosquitoes, but with rain, thunder and lightning, and with the snorting and bellowing hippos in the ad- jacent shallows, angry at our invasion of their sleeping ground. The next morning an early start was made, and the mouth of the Ngiinye, only ten miles from the Aguma " factory " * was * This word, " factory," was the common one used in trade, all along the entire coast. Tt meant the house of the trader or " factor." But, lest it be misunderstood for a manufactory, I shall, in this history use "trad- ing-house." 40 PROSPECTING 41 passed. Much of the day was wasted by Agaia's men in their slow paddling, smoking, animated discussions, and long narra- tions. In my subsequent government of my own crews, while I en- couraged them to sing, and did not forbid conversation, I re- quired that the tongue's motion should not be a substitute for that of the paddle. The journey would have been very tiresome, had I not been busy with pencil and paper, making charts of the routes, the villages, etc., etc. My Kombe, Mediko, did well in cooking. In the mornings, I ate cracked wheat (a gift of my dear mother!) and tea (from Miss Jones of the Mission). Then, in the middle of the day, a hearty meal of plantains and rice. At night, a slight repast of crackers and molasses. Often, I omitted the evening meal; the one hearty meal a day satisfied an appetite that had no compan- ionship to excite it. By sunset we had made only about twelve miles. Heavy rain was coming. To escape the rough waves of a storm, the canoes ran into a little creek, where was neither time nor place to build a fire. There was passed a most uncomfort- able night. The big umbrella kept away rain pretty well from my body; but the mosquito net over it did not keep out the in- sects. I tried to get some comfort out of a mouth-organ. By the third day the crews awoke to the necessity of work. But, the current of the stream was strong, making a journey up stream, long; down it, very quick. And many stops were made on the way. At a certain " head-man's," Avyake, he made me a present of a chicken, and promised me a goat, which, I told him I would claim and eat when I should make him a future visit. At " King " Ondene's, I was accorded quite a reception to the Akele tribe. He seemed proud of the distinction of my visit. He gave me a chicken, which I cooked at once. He was very curious and inquisitive. He wanted to see my toes, won- dering that chigoes could invade shoes ; and wanted to taste my syrup of limes and other foreign articles. A great dance was going on, for the prevention of witch influence. I liked the man's mixture of dignity and friendly interest. Resuming the journey, I observed attractive mission-sites. The banks of the Ogowe had become continuously elevated, higher above the river- level than were the Mbade and Bolondo houses, at Benita, above the sea-level. With all these delays, our flotilla did not make more than eight miles that day. Agaia reached the village ad- joining Kasa's. about twenty-five miles from Adali-na-'nanga, only at sunset, in a drenching rain. 42 MY OGOWE The next day, October 15, was a rainy day, but I was busy having clothing dried in the hut, and boxes inspected lest their contents had been wet in the canoe. Kasa came to see me; and I specifically acknowledged his jurisdiction, and put myself and people under his care. I told him I would look to him to assist me in selecting a site, as I intended to build in his vicinity, if I found conditions satisfactory. He made me a present of a goat, a bunch of plantains, and a half bushel of ground-nuts. I was pleased with him. Though he was not as dignified as King Ondene, I thought him more available. I at once took with him the position of telling hjm what I wanted, and of objecting to what I disliked, as I would to a friend. He was very intelligent, and with some civilized ideas that agreeably surprised me. Our friendship continued during his life. But, his heathenism was deep, and his superstitions, as I became better acquainted with him, were amazingly strong. He took me from Agaia's village, and established me and my belongings in a large room of his own bamboo house, my room door opening into the public reception room, where were people coming and going or lounging all day long. In the evening, as we all sat conversing in that room, there occurred one of the usual demonstrations of hospitality given to all visitors of dis- tinction, and especially to white men. A man approached me smiling, and leading a woman, who looked at me with a graceful expectancy. I inquired, what was the matter? He asked me for a glass of rum ( !) and said, " I have brought this woman to be your wife." This experience was not a new one. But, it never was repeated in the same region. On the first occasion, years before, I had answered indignantly. But, without lower- ing any of my own standards or ideals, I had learned to look at all questions of ethics, and even of morals, from the native's point of view. Advancing on that line, I had met receptivity. Standing thus on common ground, as a friend, I found that I had more influence in explaining my standard, than if I had attacked his, as an enemy. As to the women; I had learned that their approach, as on this occasion, was not as the brazen wantons of civilization. There was no immodesty in manner. And, in her thought, there was for me, the duty of hospitality (so highly held in all eastern countries) and, for herself, the distinction of alliance with a great white man. The sin, in these cases, was ( 1 ) , on the part of the white man, who, in accepting, lowered his own standards; (2), and, on the part of the native man, who expected to obtain pay for the woman's dishonor. I could hold PROSPECTING 43 my Christian position, without being discourteous to the woman. I told Kasa, in a few words; and he publicly warned that mis- sionaries were not to be thus approached. He then paraded before me his own twenty-six women, and placed me under the special care of his chief one, or " queen," ftwanaja, who was to see that provisions were to be regularly supplied to me (of course, I would buy them ). She was a lady- like woman, of unusual strength and amiability of character. Our friendship continued for years. I was awakened, on the 16th, by the ringing of a witch-doc- tor's bell. There was a parade of a grotesquely clad company of men and women searching for the witch or wizard who had been causing some troubles in the villages. Kasa wanted to see all my curiosities. Among other treas- ures. I put on my dressing-gown (as a kingly robe!) and played on my flute and accordeon, and explained the workings of my sixteen-repeater Winchester rifle. That was a wonder! That a gun could " talk ten times," without stopping to reload, fasci- nated the crowd. But, Kasa, spurred in pride for his own pos- sessions, told me he had that which could make my rifle harm- less. He stepped into an inner room, and emerged with a heavy string of fetish-charms contained in a gazelle-horn, shells, genet skins, etc. Adjusting them around his neck and shoulders, he said that he was invulnerable to any spear or gun or other weapon of man or beast. He offered to stand as a mark for my Win- chester ! Thinking that he was only boasting, I accepted the challenge. He stood erect. I paced off about thirty feet, and threw a cartridge from the magazine into the barrel. The click was distinctly heard. I cocked the trigger. Its click too was heard ; but he did not flinch. I deliberately aimed at him. Still he did not flinch. His people were frightened, but he was not. He was perfectly sure of his invulnerability! I desisted, feeling I had been worsted. But. two years later when he died, gored by the tusks of a wounded elephant, I reminded his people of the useless fetishes. I was not in want. I scarcely began on my own provisions. At first, Kasa fed me : I bought only for my people. We all had as much as we could eat. A goat was killed every day. There was a good-sized population. In his town were three hun- dred people ; and. in adjacent villages, one thousand. I talked in Benga to Mediko, who then spoke in Mpongwe to one of the Galwas, who repeated in Dikele. But, I felt that I would soon be able to speak Dikele myself, if I remained there; for, it re- 44 MY OGOWE sembled Benga somewhat. I was very well. I did not even think of fever, and had no occasion to use quinine. My plan was to spend a week each with three others of the principal men in that district, while surveying 1 sites. Kasa was to take me to examine desirable building sites. But, first, I thought I would go alone, and see what there was at Mbomi, about a mile distant. On the way, passed the mouths of two small creeks, Little Isango and Big Isango, whose sources, I was told, joined, in the rainy season, with the Mbomi. These former Okota sites were now occupied by Bakele. I was disap- pointed in the situation ; the land lay too low ; and the interior " lake," of which Mr. Walker had told me, amounted to nothing. I was pleased, at another village, Iseme's, that the children seemed less afraid of the white man than did some of the coast tribes. There was there a very attentive little boy, and a very pretty little girl, Awethe. I returned to Kasa's, and was to go to another village, Ntambi's, to eat with him and Kasa. There was plenty of goat-meat and plantains. Even after the long in- terval to the present time, and tasting every variety of vegetable, I know none that I enjoy more than boiled ripe plantains. On the long way from the river's mouth, and during the de- lays, whatever time or labor were spent on physical necessities or plans, uppermost was my interest in my distinctive missionary work of teaching or telling of the Gospel. There had been few opportunities for formal preaching. But, daily, when ashore, if there were no gatherings of curious villagers, I had at least the five members of my own household, with whom to read or sing in Benga, or Mpongwe. or Dikele. I had the printed Gos- pels in all three dialects ; the latter two, though I could not speak them, were easy to read. And, I was making a daily effort to talk, however, brokenly, in Dikele. Little Awethe came often to see me. The child's prattle was a far better school in which to learn than would have been any adult's formal teaching. That also had been my experience in my acquisition of Benga. I am convinced that it is the only best mode of language acquisi- tion. The grammar and the critical teacher have their place later. On Sunday, October 18, after breakfast, I told Kasa to call together his people; and I held a little meeting. I spoke in Benga to my Benita man Mediko; he, knowing also Mpongwe interpreted in it to Agaia, who, knowing Dikele spoke in that dialect. Certainly, a confusion of tongues! From an English brain in Benga, through a Kombe brain in Mpongwe, and then PROSPECTING 45 through a Mpongwe brain into Dikele! I do not know how true or faithful the interpreters were. But, God's use of means is wonderful! Even by the mouth of babes! Perhaps I started on too high a plane. For, after I had ceased speaking, I found that my Bakele audience had no proper idea even of my char- acter or object of my coming. They knew of white men only as traders. They asked me for drinks of rum; and wished to be amused with an exhibition of my rifle. I promised to amuse them if they would come on another day; and spent some time in trying to explain to them the Sabbath. To people who had neither measure of or division of time (except the new moon), and who were " resting " every day, the call for physical rest did not appeal. And, it was a long day off, with " precept upon precept," until they began to appreciate the spiritual side. Little Awethe came again in the afternoon. People were sur- prised that not only could I recognize her from other children, but remember and correctly speak her name. The day had many confusions. I was told that Kasa had cut one of his women, in anger at her accidentally having broken a jug. In the common use of other people's property in a village community, one of Kasa's men " borrowed " my canoe without asking for it. I made my protest to Kasa. willing to be helpful, but declining to be appropriated as a convenience. I felt lonely in the latter part of the day, thinking of loved ones far away, as I looked on family gifts: my mother's tin of cracked wheat and bottle of horseradish : slippers from cousin Anna How and from Mr. Patten ; Miss Jones' covered tins : and jars of good things from Rev. Dr. Allen's Old Pine Street Church, Philadelphia. I began to be restive at Kasa's vacillations. At times, ex- tremely demonstrative ; at others, apparently indifferent, almost to discourtesy. At times, liberal in gifts of food; and then avaricious in asking returns. I knew very well that very few natives gave anything without expectation of a return. That I had accepted, along with my other adaptations of native cus- toms. But, I expected that there should be a minimum interval of one day between the two transactions. And, my " return " was always much more in pecuniary value than if I had been buying the " gift " outright. Sometimes their avarice so over- came them that, a native having made me a pleasant visit and chat, and laying at my feet a " gift." on leaving, would beg for some small favor. In such cases. I instantly returned the gift, refusing either to accept or buy it. Kasa had planned a gorilla-hunt. I offered to join him with 46 MY OGOVVE my Winchester. Perhaps I showed too much interest, as if the excursion was for my sake. Shortly before we were to start, he suddenly asked what pay he and one of his men were to re- ceive! I declined to pay. or to have anything farther to do with the hunt. And it was abandoned. He went off, without noti- fying" me. to visit King Ondene. On his return. I took no notice of him. For. during his absence, there had arrived, by Schmieder's little steam-launch, my first Ogowe mail ! I shared the joy of my letters with my two civilized Benita men. And. Giief Mabe. from Mbomi, had come to see me with some of his people, apparently interested in my missionary talk. And. little Awethe asked me to go and see her father, in Ntambi's village. Kasa had been fluent in promises to show me sites, from which I could select one for building. He had, indeed, taken me to quite a number of places: but. all of them were unsatisfactory. My experience at Benita had impressed on me that the presence of people was not the first requisite in a site. Rather. I wished at least a quarter of a mile between my house and the noisy native village. They would be sure to come to me. and I could visit them. So. T required (i). a tract of at the very least, twenty acres: (2) not in proximity to a village: (3) a landing- place on the river, under my sole control: (4) a spring, or fresh- water brook, on mission property, and not to be used in common with others. None of Kasa's sites had anv one of the requi- sites. He promised to show me others. Tired of his delays (he evidently wished me to remain in his village). I decided 1o visit Mbomi again. He objected strongly. But. T would not listen: being indignant at him. T went to Mbomi for several days, where Mabe was quite attentive. He sent a young man to escort me up the creek. T saw nothing to suit me as a build- ing-site, though the day's canoe-travel was very interesting. After the night's rain, the day was clear and bright and cool. It was a luxury to lie back in the canoe, as it sped among t lie cool shadows, under the tree branches and overhanging vines and flowers. T saw. for the first time, a real native suspension- bridge over the creek, made of strong vines strung from trees on each side, guyed with other vines, with a footpath of sticks tied like the rungs of a ladder, and with stretched vines for a hand- railing. Mabe also inquired whether positively T would come back to Akele after my expected return to Gaboon tor annual meetings, and promised to find me just such a site as T had de- scribed with requisites. Then, he went away in a large canoe with eighteen men and women, to talk a " palaver " at the village PROSPECTING 47 of Anyambe-jena (God sees), several miles down river, leaving me to the care of his son, who neglected me. So, I left Mabe's, and went to another's, Iseme, who professed to be very anxious have me settle near him. I was not deceived by these profes- sions; but, I was willing to see what he had to show me. At another village, Mboko's, I had an admirable opportunity of il- lustrating to the people the love of Christ in dying for sinners. I had not, in the Ogowe, found, among my few words, enough to express this. In his village were three chained prisoners, who were to be killed. I inquired of Mboko whether, if some friend of theirs would come and ask to be chained in the prisoner's place, and the prisoners freed, would he be willing? He curtly interrupted me, and said there was " no use talking about such a thing." Again, I asked him to consider: Did no one have a friend with love so great as to be willing to die for another? " No! people don't do so! " I passionately told him that I knew that scarcely would " people " do so, but that the Son of God did just that very way for him and me! The body of a kind of antelope I had not before seen, caught in a pitfall, was brought into the village. It was a large red- colored one. Its name, " njivo," attracted me; for it was the name of a young Mpongwe woman, a Baraka schoolgirl, one of two sisters, who, in their natural endowments, their education, their civilization, and their Christianity, for many years contrib- uted much to my enjoyment of native society, at first in Libre- ville and, later in the Ogowe. Their names will reappear in this history. They are both dead now. One of those days, at Mabe's, some of his women came to me indignantly complaining against one of my Galwa men, who, they said, had spied on them while they were washing themselves in the creek. If they had demanded a fine, I might have suspected it was a case of blackmail. But. I preferred to believe in the wo- men's virtue. I knew that most white men said that the native women had no virtue that was not purchaseable. And I was aware of the. to civilized standards, strange willingness of the women to be the temporary wife of the village guest. But. I knew also that there was an explanation of that which still left room for a degree of virtue. Nations differ in their definition of virtue. At Iseme's, my cook prepared a chicken in a, to me, unusual manner. After the feathers had been plucked, he slit the skin over the breast, and readily skinned the entire fowl by simply turning it out of its skin, as one would slip out of one's coat. 48 MY OGOWE Then, cutting all the meat from the bones, and chopping it small. with condiments, he stuffed the meat back into the skin of the body, wings, and legs; and, then roasted it, as any other chicken is usually roasted. It was attractive eating, free from bones. It was called, " a la Ashantee." having been invented by a Fanti cook of Accra, on the Gold Coast. My living, not only in a native hut, but also in a village itself, revealed to me many things in customs, beliefs, and superstitions, that I could not have otherwise learned. I had known that sometimes natives refused to eat certain foods, for other reason than personal dislike. But, I did not know what was that rea- son. On October 27. I discovered it. My crew had been work- ing faithfully; I liked to feed them well. But that day I had only a small chicken. Taking my own share. I divided the re- mainder among the five. This made only a small ration ; but. it was better than nothing. They all took the ration, except Ora- niga. Thinking that his quiet neglect arose from dissatisfaction, I was about to rebuke him ; but, the others told me that chicken was his " orunda." On every child is laid, by the fetish-doctor, a prohibition of some article of food, which, thenceforward, is sacred to the guardian-spirit of the child's life. The orunda or " taboo" is sacredly kept by the African, even if hungry. I continued my investigation of sites, several of which were shown me by Iseme : and to others I went, on independent trips with my crew. But none of them were satisfactorv. On Octo- ber 29. I returned to Kasa's. He was away ; but. Shvanaja took good care of me. Dissatisfied with the proximity to villages, of the many sites that had been shown me. I took one of Kasa's young men, and followed a footpath, back from, but parallel with the river, through a deserted village site of a man Ibanyi. and on down river a mile almost to Kakamba's, being barred from proceeding farther by the Mbilye Creek. I was pleased. The trader ReXjage interpreted for me at evening prayers. Then. I recreated myself and amused the people with my flute. Rats were numerous in the huts; destructive and annoying. They of- ten gnawed at the people's feet : but for great personal cleanliness. they would have attacked mine. They did not; but, they often awoke me, by their running over my body. Because I had been so pleased with the abandoned site of Ibanyi's village. T went to him to sound him as to whether he would be willing to remove, in order to give me the desired larger area. He promptly assented. But. T had come to suspect all those chiefs, from Ondene down, of duplicity, and was on the PROSPECTING 49 lookout for a subsequent revelation of some selfish proposition. All this was unpleasant: but, it was natural, and not unknown in dealings among civilized circles. So, I kept up at least the form of friendship; for, undeniably, I was safe, and was treated with kindness and respect by their people. I played with them ; the men and women had the curiosity of children to see my four- bladed knife, a combination tool-knife, syringe, flute, and a few fire-crackers. And I was interested to see, among their boys' plays, the existence of a pop-gun; they using a hollow reed and slices of plantain, just as I, when a child, had used a quill and slices of potato. A month had passed; and though it had been usefully spent in learning Dikele, and in obtaining an intimate knowledge of na- tive customs, I was no nearer settling the question where my house should be, except that I had been at many places where it would not be. I was under no obligation to Kasa. I had not promised to live with him. I had not said even that I would live in the limits of the Akele tribe. So, on November 2, I left Kasa's, being given many good-by gifts, especially by the young traders (of other tribes). And I went down river to King Ondefie's. He seemed pleased to see me ; but, he gave me very uncomfortable quarters: sheep, on the other side of the thin bam- boo wall, all night butting against it. in their fight with mos- quitoes ; and restless chickens on the other side of the wall at my head. I told him that I had come for him to show me the sites he had promised a month before. He sarcastically denied hav- ing made any such promise ! And. added. " I could not have done so, being a man of no power. Carry no report of me to the sea. Kasa and the others are great. Do not even name me, etc." I replied. "I had heard otherwise: that you were great. If it were not that you were king. I would not have come here vesterday." My diplomacy delighted him : and. lie at once became cordial, but not familiar as Kasa. He was afraid of the rifle. He took me to adjacent villages, where my coming was welcomed with gifts of eggs and chickens. And. at evening-prayer, an English-speaking Mpongwe trader, whose wife had been taught in our Baraka school, interpreted for me. The next day we vis- ited sites near Mbilye Creek. Of the thirteen eggs given me. only two were good ! With those two, my cook made some pancakes. Another broken sleep in my poor hut : dogs were coming in, hunting scraps of food. I left Ondefie's, and came on down river a few miles to Chief Avyake. He was good-natured; but, his people were overrun 50 MY OGOWE with cupidity. In order to make a basis of acquaintance and possible friendship, I had a conversation with him and one of his women, Bya-utata, who, to my surprise, could speak Benga. Among other of my questions to him were. " Is this woman vour wife? " " Is she an Akele? " " Where did she learn Benga? " " You say you have ten wives? " " But no children? " " I had only one wife, and yet I had three children! " etc., etc. All this he was so pleased with, that, to every visitor who came in from adjacent villages, he repeated the whole conversation over and over. At the evening meeting, when I was trying to impress on them the difference between my object and that of the traders, I remembered the unpleasant incident at Kasa's. So, I said that missionaries did not take other men's wives ; and added that my bed was for myself alone. One of the women promptly ejac- ulated, " And for me too! " When I expressed my displeasure at her boldness, all the company laughed, as if it was a good joke. That first day's unpleasant impression of the village and its people was removed later. I was given information of the in- terior of the Ogowe. which, in later years. I proved to be correct. The people, especially women and children, became interested and helpful in teaching me Dikele. I was told much of the Dwarfs, whom they called " Abange " and " Akowa." (I was somewhat amused some twenty years later, to find these Dwarfs spoken of, in another part of the mission, as new and unknown !) Avyake showed me building sites. The people seemed ashamed of their first demonstrations of covetousness ; so. that, when a canoe came with plantains to sell, and the strangers set out the proper number of bunches, but some of them small. Avyake's women quietly substituted larger ones. And. when I was tak- ing a small stool on which to sit, they brought a better one. Not all those women were stolid. Bya-utata looked so sadly, and her face varied with different expressions of her thoughts, as she told me she longed to know books, and doubted whether women, or other than children, could acquire the benefits of the mission I intended to bring. On Sunday. Avyake, though. I think, he understood but little of the Truth, was all day repeating to visitors, tbc words my in- terpreter had spoken in the morning. And. at night, out in the street under the stars, we tried to chat, with Bya-utata's aid. about my Dikele words; about what I had said in the morning: about elephants; and about hymns: and they wanted me to go PROSPECTING 51 on singing " until the Morning-star failed/' i. e., until sun- rise! The next day I was busy writing several letters to relatives in the. United States. Bya-utata sat by me all the while, fas- cinated with the mystery of the little black marks that could talk to my people far away! Tired with the stooping over the writing-table on my knees, I stretched myself by the side of the house on the bare ground ; and she thoughtfully brought me a native pillow. The river tribes, rated in the importance estimated by them- selves (a rate assented to pretty generally by the traders) stood in this order: Orungu, Nkami, Inenga, Ajumba, Galwa, Akele. The prominence that the Galwa had obtained in foreign esti- mate was not at all due to any nobility of character, but solely to their strategic position at the head of the delta. In my search for a mission site, I disregarded the Inenga ; they were so very few. Somewhat dissatisfied with the Bakele, I thought it well in order to make an exhaustive topographical report to the mis- sion, to visit the Ajumba region. It lay on the seaward course of the smaller division of the Ogowe, and, in its course down the delta, it was joined by a stream from a lake, Azingo ; beyond which lay an overland path across an elevated watershed, to the banks of the Rembwe, an affluent of the Gaboon river. So, I de- termined to go from Avyake's down to the Aguma H. & C. House, and thence to Lake Azingo. Leaving Avyake's on November 10, I stopped, on the way, at a village of Anyambe-jena. Evidently, the Akele chiefs were be- coming jealous of each other, each desirous that the (pecuniary) benefit of the presence of the missionary should be given to their own limited district. I had heard that he had threatened harm to me, if I finally should locate beyond him. (The sea-coast mo- nopoly idea!) When such threats were made by any native against another, the latter would carefully avoid the village of the former. But my practice had been from Benita days to at once seek occasion for making a journey to the village whence came the threat. Conscious of having done no wrong, either my audacity, or a clear explanation, always strengthened im- position, and disarmed my (supposed) enemy. I gave Anyambe-jena a chance to talk ; but, he said nothing ; and actually seemed afraid of me. He was rather young to claim chieftainship. He gave me the customary chicken: and, I lunched on it, while the rain fell. And then resumed mv 52 MY OGOWE journey. There was a singular cry of a bird ; a series of sounds like attempts at vomiting", that increased with hysteric rapidity until, as my crew told me, the bird would cease, almost suf- focated. From Mr. Sinclair's I made a call at the house of one of the two adjacent traders. There occurred an incident that interested me much about a class of native women, with regard to whom I learned to differ from most of my fellow-missionaries. And these first impressions on this subject were deepened and con- victions strengthened during the subsequent years of my life in Africa. I was living in the villages ; and in my itinerations necessarily obtained wider views than would be gathered bv missionaries living in the narrower seclusion of a mission house. Among the native women, in the neighborhood of white set- tlements, and especially at the sea-ports, there were those who unblushingly and deliberately led the life of a harlot. In a stratum above these, were other women who respected them- selves sufficiently not to go onto the street to seek men, but who would yield if sought. Above these, and resenting the vile name, were lady-like women, some of them our former schoolgirls, who resisted general solicitation, and who held themselves faithfully to the one man of their choice, some of them for years, in ex- actly the same relation, as the " common-law " wife of civiliza- tion. As these latter held a legal status in some of the United States, and were never associated with " prostitutes." I could not see why that name should be applied to women who held the same status even in a country where the standards of civilization were lower. Those African " common-law " wives were modest, faithful, lady-like. And. T thought that they were rather to be pitied than condemned. (A distinguished missionary Bishop of the Methodist church expressed himself to me. as sympathizing in my view.) Such a " wife." Sisingaye. a civilized Benga wo- man, felt herself lonely among the ignorant Galwa women, and asked me for a book, and came to attend mv evening service. She said, " T know I am not a Christian : but, I wish T was living where T could have at least a chance of hearing the Gospel." On Friday. November T3. T started down the " smaller branch" of the Ogowe: which, as it led through the Ajumba country, was sometimes called the " Ajumba." At once T was attracted bv a hill, Kangwe (which two years later became my home). On. down through the divisions and subdivisions of streams. And. in the late afternoon. T stopped to eat at the village Fanga-'nanga PROSPECTING 53 (Afraid-of-Tribes). There, for the first time, I ate hippopot- amus meat. It was very good beef; it was tender; for the ani- mal eats only the tender grasses of the river banks, except when he destructively invades the native plantations. There also, I met with the first large hills of the termite ant. On Sunday, November 15, at Lake Azingo, in Anege's town, I was among a people, most of whom had never heard of Sunday, and none of whom ever observed it. In my company, but not under my control, was a native messenger sent by Mr. Sinclair with dispatches to Libreville via the Rembwe River. This young man, when he was not playing cards (the first amusement adopted by the natives from the example of the traders), was bargaining with men of the town for porters to accompany him on the over- land journey. I kept the day in my own quiet. Sitting on the shore of the lake, I thought of One who long ago had sat by the shore of Gennesareth, speaking the Word of Life to a mixed multitude on the beach. My audience, in the morning had been one drawn together only by curiosity to hear what " this white man " would say. Besides my own crew of Kombes and Galwas, there were before me members of the Nkami, Ajumba, Akele, and Fafiwe tribes. The only native tongue which I spoke fluently was Benga, though I had been working on the Dikele. The Gal- wa (Mpongwe Nkami Ajumba) and the Fanwe were to be my future additions. In the afternoon, I went through the vil- lages, talking from hut to hut. And held another meeting at night, under the beautiful moonlight streaming over the wave- lets of the lake. Chief Anege was more civilized than any I had met. He entertained me comfortably and politely. He gave me a goat for food. Monday, November 16. How tribal jealousy runs into all relations of life! My Kombes and Galwas were quarreling over the division of the goat. There was abundance for all ; but, their discussion was as to which should have most. Leaving them to their quarrel, I followed Anege, who wished to show me other villages. At one, I met a larger number of children than I had seen in one African village. Such a crowd of people ! Such numbers of children ! The mother of the head-man came rushing through the crowd, and, in excited whispers, addressed me, say- ing that other white men had passed them by, that I was their first white visitor, and that, as I had come, she hoped I would stay, and that my coming would bring them " good." The only " good " of which she was thinking was probably pecuniary gain. The entire native population of that portion of Africa placed its 54 MY OGOWE earthly hopes on the white man. Many were afraid of him, es- pecially of his eye (particularly, if it was blue or gray) and therefore were obsequious. But, they all looked to him as the source of gain ; the men all wanted an advance loan of his trade goods, promising to repay with ivory or india rubber ; and many of the women would be pleased to marry him. They then could have all the bright clothes and ornaments for which their bar- baric tastes longed ! And, they could sit in idleness, no longer carrying heavy burdens from the forest plantations ! They had heard also, that white men treated women kindly, not beating them, as did African husbands ! The native hair, is, of course, negro hair. But, as in the case of other races, it varies in length and in fineness. Coarse na- tures have the short, coarse, wooly tufts not more than three inches long. Finer and more aristocratic ones have fine hair, eight or ten inches long. Much care is taken in the braiding of those into chignons and ringlets. And, like the Chinese queue and the American " rat," these are elongated by strings of fiber from plants, and ornamented with pieces of brass wire twisted into them. Most delicious meat is that of the manatee. A man had killed one, gave me a piece, and allowed me to witness one of their superstitious ceremonies for future success, in their manatee- hunting. A piece of the flesh was cooked (not in a foreign iron- pot, but, in native earthenware). It was then carefully covered by a plantain-leaf; no women or children were allowed to be present. Then, the men gathered around the pot, with a variety of incantations, and ate the meat. When it was consumed, they simultaneously jumped and shouted. "My belly is not full!" This was said, even if their appetite had been satisfied, as a sort of prayer to the spirit of the feast, that they wanted more at a future day. When, then, the fisherman shall go again manatee- hunting, he puts a small pot of boiled leaves and barks, as a sac- rifice to the spirit, in the bow of the canoe; and, it is then ex- pected it will attract the animal to its death. The man gave me a piece of the uncooked meat, conditioning, however, that T should boil it, and not have it cooked in my preferred mode of jomba. I yielded to his condition. My visit to Azingo Lake was. in at least one respect, satis- factory. According to my habitual custom, T was looking ahead for possible means of return to the coast, for the annual meeting of mission in December. In civilized countries, it is easy to pack up, at an hour's notice, and leave by boat or rail for any destina- PROSPECTING 55 tion. But, in our Africa, we never knew, for a month at a time, when any of the little river trading-steamers would be arriving or going. Moreover, they were not public carriers ; the obtaining of passage on them was a matter of personal favor and cour- tesy on the part of the trader. I had gone to Azingo, to find out in advance, whether the route would be practicable, financially and otherwise, if, when, December came, there was no other way of my reaching Gaboon. I returned to Mr. Sinclair's, sleeping one night on the way, at Fanga-'nanga's in Ajumba : and reached the Aguma house late at night, just in time to escape a heavy rain. On Thursday, No- vember 19, I found that the Pioneer had arrived on the preceding Sunday, and had gone up river on the Tuesday, with Mr. Sin- clair. I went to the room which he had kindly designated as mine, and found his clerk, Mr. Percy, sleeping in it. I did not object to that; but, I had to arouse him, in order to ask for the key to the store-house, where I would sleep on my original counter. Percy handed me three letters from parties in Libreville. I was disappointed. Where was my mail from America? Percy was drunk, and said there was none. But, Mr. Sinclair's bright little native valet told me he had seen another parcel. He brought it. It was the blessed mail, with a dozen letters and other documents ! I sat up very late, reading them. Some of the news was glad, and some sad. I was troubled to find from sister Isabella's Benita letters, that the mission carpenter had not kept his distinct promise to me, that he would promptly build her house. On that promise, I had left her house unfin- ished, and had gone to my Ogowe work. He had been pro- vokingly slow, and even discourteous. I wished to haste to her and do the building myself, and determined to go to the coast sooner than I had intended. But no plans could be made until Mr. Sinclair and the Pioneer should return, which I was told would be for a week or ten days later ! I waited a week restlessly. I tried to amuse myself by playing on my guitar. But, the memories of the old songs made me feel my loneliness more acutely. I occupied myself by writing a letter to the American Geographical Society. But, anxieties for my sister weighed on me. And, as I proved again and again, the worst factor, in developing a fever, is brooding over troubles. Sometimes, an indigestible article of food will be the last feather on the back of patient Nature. I had often suspected that ba- nanas, eaten comfortably by almost everybody else, were not good for me. But, I liked the taste and odor. I ate a large 56 MY OGOWE red one. (I have never eaten a banana since then, attractive as they are.) I went to bed on Sunday, the 22d, my teeth chat- tering with a chill of intermittent fever. (Probably, the mos- quitoes of Ajumba had a good deal to do with it.) The Pioneer returned on Tuesday, and hurried away on Wednesday, the 25th. A strange incident occurred that day, il- lustrating the lawlessness of the African wilds, and how, when civilized men are left to their own autocratic devices, they lower their social and moral standards. Mr. Sinclair was always to me a gentleman, most kind and generous. In the abstract, he favored missions; for, in Scotland, he had been a church-member, and his sentiments to me, in con- versation, were always elevated. But, I knew that he followed the custom of the country, and had a common-law native wife. She was not brought to the table ; but, I frequently saw her in his room and about the house, where she gave orders as she wished. As I was his guest, it was understood that I should be blind and dumb as to her presence. She had her servants; and her rela- tives were favored about the house. One of these, a young brother, hap])ened to come into collision with clerk Percy, who was continuing his daily semi-intoxication. Percy struck him, for some impertinence. That was nothing new at a white man's trad- ing-house. Natives were accustomed to be struck. But, this lad was a son of the Galwa " King," and brother to the white man's "wife"! He had been allowed a great deal of liberty and assumption. Air. Sinclair, suffering with a boil, came limp- ing on the scene. Instead of rebuking the lad, he violently be- rated Percy for daring to strike his favorite's brother! The lad seemed to take a cue from this, and. in a rage, he ran to his village, and returning with a trade flint-lock gun. without warn- ing, discharged it point blank at Percy. Those Africans do not aim their guns; they only point them. But the discharge would probably have been fatal had not another native struck the barrel upward, and the shots went through the thatch roof, almost setting it on fire. The gun was taken from him, but the angry lad snatched up one of mine that was lying near. That was time for me to interfere. No punishment was laid on the lad. Percy was thus placed in a very humiliating and even unsafe position, before the natives. It was common for some of the trade agents to treat their white clerks as inferiors. We mis- sionaries were constantly received in the agent's office as his equals. But, if his clerks happened to enter the room, we were not expected to salute them or take any notice of them. And, PROSPECTING 57 yet, out of that office, or not in the agent's presence, those young men and we were affable! In that new country, away from the aids of physician and surgeon, foreigners sometimes suffered exceedingly. The chi- goes, which had been such a terror to me in September, had evaded Mr. Sinclair's vigilance, and had burrowed not simply on a toe or near a nail, but actually under it. The pain and ul- ceration were so great, that as an alternative to allowing the in- sects to remain and breed and extend their destructive work, he had himself deliberately torn the nail away! An operation, which in civilization, is performed only under an anaesthetic! But, such were the necessities of a pioneer life. I knew, also, of a physician, who, after days of suffering from a tooth, himself applied the forceps, and extracted the tooth. And, on one occa- sion, a young white man landed at my door, from an all-night stormy boat- journey on the ocean, after having suffered for a week, and demanded relief. I admitted that I knew how to ex- tract teeth, but that I had not my instruments with me. He in- sisted that I must relieve him. I succeeded, with an ordinary carpenter's pincers. On Sunday, November 29, I saw a pitiful incident in slavery. The day had been a beautiful one. I had recovered my usual health, after the bit of intermittent fever. I had finished all packing and plans for my oyerland journey, ready for Monday. I had enjoyed a quiet reading, on Mr. Sinclair's veranda, look- ing off across the wide Ogowe, studded there with islands, and beyond to the blue hills of its affluent, the Ngunye. He looked up from his pipe, and saw a collection of canoes on a beach sev- eral hundred yards distant. Thinking they might be some of his sub-traders, he rose to go and inspect them. I followed. The canoes were of Orungu slave traders. Their slaves looked thin and sad. I protested that they should be fed. Their masters said that, in their grief and fear of to what they were going, they had refused to eat. (I did not believe that; though I had been told that interior slaves thought that they were being exported as food for the occupants of white man's land. Considering the cannibalism of the interior, that was possible.) Among them was a comely looking woman, who, attracted by his kind looks, pleaded with Mr. Sinclair to buy her, and save her from a possibly cruel native master. One of Mr. Sinclair's Nkami- tribe traders was standing by with his own little slave boy. The child said that, in the tribe from which he had been stolen when very young, he had left his mother, whom that woman so resem- 58 MY OGOWE bled that he believed she was his mother! (This incident I de- veloped, in my novelette " Mawedo." published by the American Tract Society, 1880.) That Nkami man had told me that another of his slaves had seen, many tribes distant beyond the interior Bakote, a white man traveling and paying his way with cloth, and not with rum. Who was it? Was it Livingstone? or some one from the East? Or. Dr. Nachtigal from the North East ? CHAPTER IV OVERLAND TO THE COAST DECEMBER, 1874 STARTING on Monday, November 30, by my own canoe and crew, but with four of Mr. Sinclair's Galwas, who were to bring the canoe back to Aguma, I made the run down the Ajumba branch to Lake Azingo in one day. The chief, Anege, was expecting me, and was helpful. The same hunter, who had killed a manatee on my previous visit, had just killed a half-grown female hippopotamus. The cutting up was to be with certain superstitious ceremonies, which I was per- mitted to witness the next day. The hunter, a young man, thrust a stalk of canna ("Indian shot") wet with water from a pot of " medicine," in front of the animal's nose, as it lay on its back. Then, he rubbed red chalk in a line from the tail down the raphe to the lips. Then, sitting on the jaws, with a series of slaps (as if in a patting way) he talked to the spirits of the animal's life, asking them not to be angry with him, nor to upset his canoe, or in any other way make it difficult to obtain another animal when next he should go hunting, etc., etc. His mother, standing by, also addressed the animal, begging it not to avenge itself by permitting other beasts to hurt her son; and, like the Hebrew damsels for Jephtha's daughter, bemoaning that this animal could never become a mother, etc., etc. Then, the young man, with paddle in one hand and harpoon in the other, mounted the body at the tail, and walked over the belly to the nose, singing as he walked. Then, he cut off small slices of the skin from the nose, each knee and the navel, and put them in his fetish-bag. Then he stabbed the swollen body, and ap- plying his mouth to the wound, inhaled the fetid gas. Then, others assisted him in disemboweling. After the viscera had all been removed, he threw the contents of the pot of " medi- cine " into the cavity, and stooping there himself, he threw the dirty bloody water over his shoulders, singing all the while. Then he bailed out the mixture with his hands, all the time pray- ing the spirits of the animal to help him if his canoe should up- set, etc., etc. When the body had been almost all cut up, he took the canna-stalk from the mouth, and, with some leaves and 59 60 MY OGOWE the pieces of the skin, went aside by himself, and cut the stalk in small pieces, blowing a blessing on them, and talking to them, in an undertone, words I did not understand. In traveling the world over, the necessities of the traveler are pitted against the greed of his employee, whether that employee be a United States cab-man, a European porter, or an African boatman. I began the diplomatic task of hiring carriers, for my overland journey. Three Fanwe were willing to go, for a lump sum of $9 (trade goods), simply as guides, and refusing to carry any burdens. I dropped the negotiation with them. Later, at a village, I found four, who, for $10 (trade), said they would go both as guides and porters. Anege was helpful in lessening their demands. Then, I had trouble with Mr. Sin- clair's employees. He had stipulated that I should send them back to him immediately on my arrival at the lake. I had reached the lake on the night of Monday, November 30; but, they refused to start back until the morning of Wednesday, December 2. On going with friend Anege to the village of my newly engaged four Fanwe, to see whether they were getting ready, they demurred saying that, for the promised $10, only three of them would go. I did not yield to them; for, Anege hinted to me that this was only a threat to test me. I bought of the hippo hunter, for $2 (trade) all the bones of the animal's head. I wanted them for a gift to American friends. On Thursday, December 3, I was ready to start, having seven packages, each of thirty-five pounds weight. (East African por- ters carry burdens of double that weight.) Friend Anege started with me and my five crew, in a borrowed canoe, to the village where I was to pick up the four Fanwe. They stood at the beach, smiling in their sense of power, and declined to go at all unless I would add $2 more. Helpless, I consented. And, they promptly entered the canoe. Anege remained with me, while we crossed the lake, and landed on its northern side. There, he made the Fanwe a formal address, committing me to their care, and demanding a faithful fulfillment of their contract. They replied in as formal and earnest manner. This scene, of conflict with cupidity, was one that was repeated many a time in my African pioneer life. Diplomacy! diplomacy! I felt a duty to go to trouble rather than yield to expense, expense that would, at the time, have made things easier and more comfort- able for myself; but, I knew I was making precedents for my successors. Traders did not have to be so diplomatic. Their rum bottle was a power, before which all difficulties vanished! OVERLAND TO THE COAST 61 Contests sometimes arose with my regular monthly employees, in the way of a "strike." To them, I never yielded; as an alternative, I dismissed them. The necessity that sometimes compelled me to yield arose only on journeys, and among strangers, for unexpected needs. The journey overland was not difficult. It was interesting in new sights. There were swamps, crossed by single-log bridges, on which I had to practice very careful balancing: and a river, where the log was actually afloat, and there was only a vine, as a guy-rope, by which to steady one's self : and many streams, which I waded, first removing my shoes and socks, and even dis- robing. (In that matter, I wisely saved health, at the expense of time. Other white men, including a few missionaries, pre- ferred to rush in, and then walk with their wet garments. I know of some who lost their lives from a resulting fever.) There were dark ravines through the foothills and steep ascents, until the top of the watershed between the Ogowe and the Gaboon was reached, and then there was a level plateau. The path was narrow, but well-trodden, under the forest of ebony, mahogany, and many other trees, among which were some edible-nut bearing. On the path, we met companies of Fanwe and Bakele. It is a rule for white travelers, in malaria districts, to drink no water until it is boiled. That was the only rule of health I ever deliberately disregarded. Hunger I could readily bear, for a whole day; but, thirst I could not. I drank any- where, of any water. On that journey, the water was from clear mountain brooks. If, in my life in Africa, I exposed my- self by drinking from waters less clear, the evil of my indiscre- tion was overcome by my faithful caution in all other hygienic and sanitary respects. I never felt any ill-effects from my indis- criminate satisfaction of thirst. The resulting profuse perspira- tion was itself a healthful thing. And, I always, at such states, guarded from foolishly plunging into cold water for a bath, or sitting in chilly shades. Two nights were spent on the way. The natives, for their own convenience, along such routes, had built exceedingly light and rude rest sheds, having one side of a roof (the side toward prevailing rain-storms) otherwise entirely open ; but having roughly made bed frames. My guide passed one of these, at sunset, and declined to stop, saying that there was a better one beyond. When we reached its site, it was in ruins. It was night ; and we slept in the open forest. The next night was in an Akele hamlet, where the bed was, like Jeremiah's, too short for legs to stretch themselves. 62 MY OGOWE On the morning of the third day, one of my Kombes told me that he had overheard people in the hamlet telling news, and say- ing that, at the village, Agonjo, on the Rembwe banks, to which we were going, there was a little cutter, Lizzctte, belonging to the English firm of J. Holt & Co., which was about leaving for Libreville. The plan of my journey had included the hiring at Agonjo of some canoe, in which to paddle down the Rembwe and into the Gaboon. I hurried my caravan of nine men, hoping to get passage on the Lizzettc. In my haste. I myself led the way. though I was lame from having bruised my shin, on the previous day, against a stump on the path, and the wound was painful. I saw the morning mist over the river ahead, and it incited me. We raced, under the plaudits of the inhabitants of Agonjo, to the boat-landing. The crew of the Lizzctte were laboring in an effort to lift their anchor! Without asking the owner's per- mission, I pushed Ingumu into a canoe with some of our pack- ages, to request passage on the little cutter. He returned for our second load, myself and the other four men. Just as I reached the little deck, up came the anchor! The Mpongwe cap- tain knew me ; he was Mr. Holt's employee ; I did not need to haggle for a price of passage. He only said, " Dr. Nassau, God has helped me and you! I had been pulling at that anchor for an hour. It would not loosen its hold below, until you hove in sight!" Farther down the river, the Lizzctte transferred us to another of Mr. Holt's boats, a larger one. the Brunette, commanded by a white man. Two days and nights were spent on the Brunette. Its captain, a Dane, treated me well enough, especially as he made use of my men, to work for their passage. But, he was so surly and profane with his own men. that it was unpleasant to hear him. Finally, we reached Libreville trading-houses, by 9 a. ]tf. of Monday. December 7. I went onwards to our mis- sion station on Baraka Hill, for a welcome bv Rev. Dr. Bushnell. CHAPTER V AT THE SEASIDE STATIONS DECEMBER, 1874 MARCH, 1875 AT Baraka, the warmth of the welcome was mingled with disappointment about my mail. Dr. Bushnell, not knowing I was coming so soon, had properly forwarded it to the Ogowe, by first chance, on the little French trading- boat, on November 17. It had not reached Galwa when I left there on November 30. It would probably not be returned within two weeks. Such were the irregularities of chance mail communication in those days ! That I might reach my sister at Benita, I made anxious inquiries for possible sailing boats or little trading steamers going northward. There were accounts to be settled with the mission treasurer. And, an official call on the French Government house at Plateau, where the Com- mandant was very much pleased at my report on the overland Azingo route, as a feasible road to the Ogowe, and promised me encouragement in the development of that river. Only two white men had preceded me on that route ; and both of them made their start from Libreville. The traders were agreeably sur- prised that I had so successfully accomplished it. On Sunday. December 13, I relieved Dr. Bushnell in the pulpit, both morning and evening. On the morning of Thursday, December 17, I got passage, ac- companied by my two Kombes and three Galwas, on a small trading cutter going the thirty-five miles to Elobi Island in Co- risco Bay. whence I hoped a boat might be found for Benita. Reached a trading house of two Germans, by nine o'clock that night. In uncivilized lands, a man's civilization reveals itself, as against the greed, treachery, or cruelty of other races toward a stranger. However little common ground of religion or morality there might be between missionaries and many traders, the common humanity of our civilization always gave a welcome and shared their best. Those two men were short of civilized food; but they gave me a comfortable bed, which I valued, after my day's seasickness. Next day, I found a sailing boat of a Kombe man, Jali, that was intending to go the fifty miles to Benita. Thev knew me of 63 64 MY OGOWE old ; and, for a reasonable consideration, they hastened their departure on Saturday. There were twelve of us crowded in that boat. Jali himself landed at Sipolu, and sent two of his men to take me across the river to Bolondo, where I was finally landed, under a heavy rain, at my sister's door, about four o'clock of Sunday morning, December 20. My sister needed me ; and had been hoping - for my coming. I walked the two miles to church that morning, to the services conducted by the missionary in charge, Rev. Win. Schorsch. There were glad welcomes from my former Benita parishioners. In the afternoon, on request, I conducted the Sacrament of the Lord's Supper. The next day, I set to work, and got native carpenters to hasten the work of building my sister's house, which Mr. Menkel had neglected. He was away, just at that time, at Libreville, in his capacity as captain of the mission schooner, Hudson. That vessel returned to Benita on Thurs- day, December 24, bringing in the mail, my share which had been returned from the Ogowe. Friday, December 25, was " Christmas." But, I did not care for Christmas in uncivilized Africa. I could not keep it with natives, most of whom knew of it as a day on which to beg for gifts. I would not even have thought of the day, if Miss Jones, my sister's associate, had not reminded me of it. We read our letters all together, and compared notes. At my landing on the Sunday morning, Tali's two men had failed properly to beach the boat; it floated away; was found by two Benita men. and held for ransom. I was unjustly involved. After much ill- feeling, Mwanytye " Tom " came to say that the demand for $50 for the boat had been receded from, and that the boat was to be released. He wanted me to go to Upwanjo village, and it be given up in my presence. T went, in my sister's boat Evan- geline; stopped at Mbade, and saluted Mr. and Mrs. Menkel ; went to the village; and the boat was yielded. Returned to Mbade; and, with Mr. Menkel. went off to the Hudson, and got my boxes and other things, brought from the Ogowe, which I had left at Baraka. My stay at Benita was a series of confusions in efforts to hasten the Bolondo house building: defense of my sister against Mr. Schorsch's oppressions; quarrels of Mr. Schorsch and Mr. Menkel ; outbreak of the people against me because of my move- ments against Mr. Schorsch ; and goings back and forth on the sea. The next week, with a native carpenter " Wilson," from Corisco. and Ebuma, one of the Benita elders, the work on the m C < AT THE SEASIDE STATIONS 65 building was pushed. It stood on the edge of the dense forest, from which one night came a leopard and killed sister's milk- goat Brownie. The operations I interrupted one day, to go with sister, in the Evangeline, to Mbade, to put in order the graves of Mrs. Nassau and my little Paulk I stayed to lunch with the Menkels ; and had a long talk with Mr. Schorsch about his allowing desecrations of the cemetery. And, another talk, with Mr. Menkel, in an effort to establish some peace between him and Mr. Schorsch. I thought both worthy of blame; Mr. Menkel for his irascibility, and Mr. Schorsch for his autocracy. On the morning of Wednesday. January 6, 1875, I left Benita, on the Hudson, with Mr. Schorsch, my sister and Miss Jones, for the annual mission meetings at Libreville, arriving there in the morning of Saturday, the 9th. I was elected clerk, and, as a sop to Cerberus, we chose Mr. Schorsch as moderator; but, some of his doings were almost maniacal. The meetings hav- ing ended, I should have returned to my Ogowe work. But, affairs at Benita were in such confusion, I did not think it safe to leave my sister until some settlement was made. On Satur- day, January 16, our company started back northward, stopping over the Sunday at Elongo Station, Corisco Island, of Rev. C. De Heer. And, on Tuesday, the 19th, I was again at work on the Bolondo house. Mr. Schorsch came from Mbade in his canoe, to call on me : and made a strange confession of his sus- picions against me, and his hope of improvement in good feel- ing. I accepted his words ; but, really, I believed his professions a part of his insane duplicity. The work at Bolondo continued. Before he came to Africa, Mr. Schorsch had been known as " eccentric." Africa inten- sifies any prominent part of a foreigner's character. His eccen- tricity became a monomania. On all other points he was sane. His mania was that he was in supreme authority. He became so outrageous that I asked him to go with me for a called meet- ing of mission to decide on his claims. He refused to go. Warning him that I would go without him, and that action might possibly be taken against him. I went, on the Hudson, February 25, stopping on the way, at Corisco, for Mr. De Heer; and reached Libreville. Wednesday. March 3. The mission decided to remove Mr. Schorsch from all his offices. On Friday, March 5, I started back to Benita. arriving there, Saturday, March 6. On the 8th, I sent Mr. Schorsch the mission's official notification. He declined to recognize the mission, or to yield the offices. He played into the cupidity of the people ; who, though they did 66 MY OGOWE not respect him, valued him as a means of obtaining money and employment. He seized, and refused to deliver some goods for my sister, that had been landed from the Hudson, by Mr. Men- kel, at the Mbade house. He incited a mob, led by three heathen chiefs, Metyeba, Ivina. and Monyamo (which most of the church members also joined), then threatened me with violence, if I attempted to enforce the mission's order. Even Mwanyatye Tom and Isanga (former intimate friends) while they protected me from assault, ordered me to leave and " go back to Ogowe with your badness." Only my sister's Bolondo young men were faithful to me. (That outrage of the Benita mob remained in my memory during all the subsequent years.) After some days of exciting conferences, the mob feeling subsided. Mr. Schorsch yielded. And, on Wednesday, March 17, bidding good-by to my sister, I started, on the Hudson, with Mr. Schorsch, again for Libreville, stopping at Corisco Island, for Mr. De Heer, for the quarterly mission and presbytery meetings : and arrived in the Gaboon River on Saturday, the 20th. Mr. Schorsch made a great deal of excitement and trouble in the meetings ; and it was decided to report him to the Board in New York. He would obey no orders, nor comply with any requests. There was no place for him in the mission. Mr. De Heer would not receive him at Elongo Station, nor Dr. Bushnell at Baraka. My sister would not be safe, if he were sent again to Benita. As a solu- tion, I offered to accept him as an associate in the Ogowe. (I did not then know that he had no intention of being an " asso- ciate.") Finally, after our patient endurance of his threats to have us all punished by his Emperor of Germany, he boarded the Pioneer with me and my three Galwas and one Kombe to start for the Ogowe, on Tuesday, March 30. CHAPTER VI RETURN TO THE OGOWE APRIL, 1875 LIVINGSTONE, in his diaries of his journeys with that same Pioneer, on the Zambesi and Shire Rivers, speaks of the wearying stoppages of its engines. History re- peated itself on that journey of mine into the Ogowe. Progress was so slow, and I was so anxious to get back to my Ogowe work, that, when the vessel stopped at Chief Isagi's town Ngumbi, I sent ahead, by a passing canoe, one of my men, Alendeginye, for him to report at Aguma the state of affairs on the Pioneer. Hopeless of the vessel's getting any farther (for, with its unskilled engineer, it had been stopping almost every hour of the journey), I hired a very large canoe and nine Nkami young men and two boys, making, with my remaining four, a crew of fifteen paddlers. With Mr. Schorsch, our baggage, food supplies, and lumber and other building materials, the canoe was heavily laden and closely crowded. I left the Pioneer on Fri- day, April 9, for the fifty miles pull to Mr. Sinclair's trading- house. The young men were desirous of employment, and were willing to take me up river, though, in so doing, they were un- intentionally helping to destroy the universal African trade monopoly. And there were murmurs by Isagi's people, threat- ening to prevent their going. I hastened our departure. In journeys by boat. I usually took the rudder, thus keeping all the crew at the oars or paddles. But. in a canoe, guided by a pad- dle, more skill was required, and I always left that post to a native as captain. Mr. Schorsch soon revealed his animus by displacing the steersman, and himself tried to steer, as a sign of his supremacy. He was so unskilled, and the canoe swayed so wildly under his hand, that the crew protested. I had to push him aside, and replaced the native. We stopped to lunch: to buy provisions ; and to attend to a man's toe ulcerated by chig- oes. Later in the day, about 5 p. m., stopped at a village, for the crew to eat. Air. Schorsch went ashore, to eat by himself, and to preach, though he knew nothing of the language of the 67 68 MY OGOWE Ogowe, and my employee whom he used as interpreter knew only a smattering of English! After dark, we continued the journey, hoping to reach the Igenja village of a certain man, Ombya-ngwana. In passing a village of the Ivili tribe, near Ashuka, most of the crew wished to stop there for the night; but, the captain, Ananga-'mweni (Other-tribes) was afraid of a family quarrel there; and we proceeded. Later, when the slow movements of the paddles showed that the crew were tired, we stopped for the night at another Ivili village. The crew went to the huts ashore; but, I slept on the uneven boxes in the canoe, under a slight rain, weak from a diarrhea, and protected by only a mosquito-net. The crew returned next morning (Saturday) by six o'clock sunrise, after I had been buying plantains, farinya. and extra paddles (to replace broken ones). We passed the body of a woman floating in an eddy near the river-side. Monkeys were in the oil-palm trees, plucking the nuts. Stopped at a village. Xandipo. of a young man. Azaze, for the crew to eat. Taking me as his guest, he presented me with a bunch of plantains; and. professing friendship, wished to seal the bond, by the usual act of native hospitality to a white man, of loaning me one of his wives. The young woman, standing smiling by, was, like Barkis, " willin'." My respectful explana- tion that missionaries did not approve of that feature in their hos- pitality, was accepted. Du Chaillu. in one of his books, relates that he was offered three hundred " princesses " as his wives. It is probable that that number of women were offered him. But, to be an African " princess." her father may l)e the " king " of a village of only fifty people. Xo such offer is made to a mis- sionary, by the same man. a second time. Xor is it repeated in any region in which a missionary has once traveled. The report in regard to mission-character is carried in advance. We rested on the Sunday. In all my missionary lite. I never traveled, in my own conveyance or afoot, on Sunday. Even if I did not know the native dialect, or had no interpreter, and none of my crew or of the villagers were Christians. T kept the day free from labor. My journey. I was sure, even if 1 was in haste, would be the more prospered during the ensuing week. In almost any village, there would be at least one person, who. in his wanderings among white men. had picked up a tew words of English, through which I could make myself understood as to my Commission. The next day's pull was a successful one. Though it was the RETURN TO THE OGOWE 69 season of the heavy " latter " rains, I kept dry; at villages where we stopped, I obtained abundance of food ; and, at one place, where I sat resting ashore in the shade, a snake passed between my legs without attempting to strike with its fangs. I reached Mr. Sinclair's by 1 a. m. of Tuesday, April 15. He was away. I awoke his new assistant, Mr. Travis, landed my goods, and was in a comfortable bed by 2 a. m. It had been a hard trip. It proved to me that, though an open boat might do for my personal travel, I should not transport goods and supplies in that way. (And, yet, in the later years, I often had to do so!) Naturally, after such a journey, with all its responsibilities, one would need to rest, have clothing changed and washed, and examine boxes, to see if their contents were wet, and re-pack. But, by 8 a. m., Mr. Schorsch was urging that our journey should be resumed ! I declined. Then he asked me for four of my men that he might go on ahead. With his maniacal traits, I was afraid to entrust him with authority over them, and I refused. Then he broke into hysterical tears, making an unpleasant demonstration before the trading-house people. After a while, he recognized the propriety of our await- ing the return of the head of the house, Mr. Sinclair, from his journey. In November. '74, I had left boxes in the Aguma house. They sadly needed examination. My supply of rice was in- fested with weevils. An enormous quantity of great black ants in my box of clothing had ruined my best black suit. By Satur- day evening, Mr. Sinclair returned. At the supper table with him, besides Mr. Schorsch and myself, were Mr. Travis, Captain Stone, and a Goree trader. The only representatives of civiliza- tion in all that river! I felt the sentiment of wishing for a larger representation and, by permission, I placed on the table a tin of fall pippins given me by my sister from her box of Law- renceville. N. J., presents. On Sunday. April 18, the Pioneer arrived. The noise of de- barcation and unloading destroyed any likeness to Sabbath rest. But, in the evening, while I was quietly singing by myself, " Safe in the arms of Jesus," Captain Stone recognized the tune. And, afterwards, Mr. Travis joined us; and we sang other hymns, among them, " Glory to Thee, my God, this night," and " All hail the power of Jesus' Name." The lives of those men were in defiance of religion and morality ; but, in their own England, they had probably been churchgoers. I was glad to be of some use in keeping alive their thought of religion. CHAPTER VII AT KASA's TOWN APRIL JUNE, I 875 THE engines of the Pioneer had been repaired, and, on Monday, April 19, Mr. Sinclair suddenly decided that the vessel should go some twenty-five miles up the Ogowe to^inspect his Osam'-'kita trading-house. I really think he did this out of kindness, to give me passage to Kasa's town. It certainly was more comfortable than two days' paddling in a canoe, open to rain, etc. I had bought an old canoe and gave it to the nine Nkami young men, who had so successfully brought me to Aguma, for them to return to their down-river homes. And, Alendaginye had arrived from his village just in time, bringing with him three new young men for my crew, Ogandaga. 'Pi vino and Kengenge. It was pleasant to sit on the deck of Livingstone's Pioneer, and note, as she slowly passed, the land- marks I had charted for myself, on my canoe journeys six months previously. There was the mouth of the Ngunye on the left bank, and the familiar islands, and sandbanks, and the villages whose inhabitants were to be my friends, whose language I was to learn, and whose lives I hoped to influence. We were at Kasa's town by 10 p. m., being able to travel even the Ogowe's tortuous channels at night, with the season's deep water, and under the bright moonlight. By the aid of the Pioneer's surf- boat and its crew of stout Kroo-men, and Captain Johns' energy, my goods were soon landed, and temporarily stored in a store- house which Agaia had built since the preceding November. I spread my rug on my pile of boards, and, being very tired, hoped to sleep. But, my mosquito-net was inaccessible in one of my boxes, the insects were very bad; and there was little sleep. The next days I was welcomed by all the people, espe- cially by Kasa's head-wife, his little nephew Mutyi, and the little girl Awethe. Kasa had been anxiously expecting me, and had begun almost to believe I had deceived him ; because, on leaving him in the preceding November, '74, I had told him I would be back again before three months. And, now. it was six months! (I had had no idea of what lay before me, in the Schorsch and Menkel troubles.) AT KASA'S TOWN 71 I took Mr. Schorsch a walk, to show him the place, near Ibanyi's village, where I had decided to build, and where I as- sumed he would associate with me. But, the next day he was violently excited with the idea that the room in Kasa's house in which we were sleeping was not good. He went off by himself, and established himself in the adjacent village of Ntambi. He wished also that I should divide the Kombe and Galwa employees with him. I needed them all for the building of the house, which I assumed would be for us both. I thought that, if he wished to live separate from me, he should have engaged his own servants from the coast. However, for the sake of peace, I would have consented. However, I could not compel the young men against their own will. Only one was willing to go with Mr. Schorsch, as cook. Mr. Schorsch got into his tantrums two or three times. But, as it takes two to make a quarrel, and as I sat still and listened without reply to his complaints and charges, he stopped. He quieted a good deal from his Benita violence, and I hoped I would not have trouble from him. I did not believe that he had really changed, or that, had he the power, he would not make confusion. / now had the power (in the estimate of the peo- ple), but I in no way avenged myself, now that the tables were turned. The separation between Mr. Schorsch and myself he made more positive and final. I had made with him a fair divi- sion of my goods and supplies, hoping for at least an outward appearance of unity in our work. I had no idea what were his plans. Certainly, he had been given no authority or funds to build a house. Those had been placed in my hands by the mis- sion ; and the supposition had been that, when it should be fin- ished, the two missionaries would live together, as was elsewhere the custom. On Sunday, April 25, I held a morning service in Kasa's village. Mr. Schorsch held a separate one in Ntambi's. I sent to him for my share of the Sabbath-school alphabet-cards which were in a box I had loaned him. He refused to let me have any. I managed along with one old copy. (Later, he yielded to my reasonable complaint about his refusal, and gave me some.) The most valuable article, for purchasing food-supplies, was salt. Originally, the natives in the Ogowe had almost no salt. Feeling the need of some condiment besides the indigenous cayenne-pepper, the skins of ripe plantains and bananas were sun-dried, and then carefullv reduced to ashes. This grav ash, /- MY OGOWE having a potash taste, they sprinkled on their food. Subse- quently, the coast tribes, in their interior journeys for slaves, carried salt which they had evaporated from sea- water (in im- ported large brass pans called " neptunes "). It was worth al- most its weight in gold. The interior men reserved it for their own use, allowing none to women and children. At the time of my entrance into the Ogowe, white traders had begun to intro- duce foreign salt. But, it was still so valued an article, that, I. in purchasing provisions, measured it out, only by the table- spoonful, into the hand of the native. Little children, standing by, eagerly picked up any few grains that happened to fall to the ground, enjoying it, as our civilized children enjoy a piece of candy. The rats in my room were very bad. Somehow, they had gotten into my food-chest, and, carrying off crackers, were nibbling them in the hollows of the bamboo-walls. It was pleasant to observe the taste of the women, in adorn- ing their hair with flowers. This was not common. Usually, they depended for ornament, on foreign brass jewelry and bright-colored cloths. There came to evening prayers quite a company of these women, with wreaths of ferns and flowers. The evenings were the occasions for social enjoyment. The people needed it ; my coast tribe employees needed it, to keep them satisfied; and I needed it, as a means of obtaining that acquaintance with the heart of the native, without which I felt sure I would have no influence over them. The antitribal feel- ing of my Kombe and Galwa. if left alone by themselves, might have eventuated in a quarrel ; in my presence it amounted to only amusing banter, in which our Akele townspeople found much amusement. Natural cupidity soon showed itself among the people. I had come to them under privation and difficulty and even dan- ger, in overcoming the opposition of the coast tribes, and there- fore I was treated with more than ordinary kindness and civility. Personally, I was safe. But the sacred character of my work- was as yet not at all felt or valued. I was only a white man with goods, which they would obtain in exchange for their na- tive provisions, at the highest possible price that my necessity would compel. It was simply the commercial attitude of civi- lized communities; with, however, this fact in my favor, that there was no organized boycott, or the threats of a trade union. When Kasa's people failed to appreciate my presence, by becom- AT KASA'S TOWN 73 ing too exacting, I could, by the little trouble of a canoe journey of a mile to an adjoining village, get better prices. But, had I gone to remain permanently at that other village, the result would have been the same as at Kasa's. The days of delay were becoming trying, as I could no nothing about building during Kasa's absence. Authority for the pur- chase of the site depended on him. His head-wife, Nwanaja, came to me in excitement, on April 29, knowing that the news would interest me, saying that, in a dream, she had seen Kasa. I jokingly asked her whether, in her dream, she had seen him coming with a promised goat. For, she had previously told me that he had gone on his journey to get a goat with which to welcome me. Kasa returned suddenly on May 4, bringing the goat! The day was an excited one. King Ondeiie had come to see me, with his retinue. The townspeople came back from the forest, where they had buried a woman, who died the day before. And, in the evening, in the presence of the assembled crowd, Kasa gave a detailed account (pa) of all the events that had occurred since my departure in the previous November. And then, I gave mine. Then, the company wanted to be amused by being shown some of my new tools; among the rest, an india-rubber syringe. I became more anxious to get into my own house ; for, though I believed (and still believe) it desirable for one to mingle much with the people for whom one is working, I found it was un- necessarily trying to live constantly in the midst of their noise and confusion. On the night of May 5, there was a great deal of tumult in the street, which prevented my sleep. I felt grate- ful, when I overheard my Kombe young man pleading with the people to keep quiet, for my sake. Indeed the question of noise so influenced me that I decided not to build at the location I had selected, and told Kasa I would choose a place far from all villages. This he did not like. But, I told him, I did not mean to avoid him or people; for, I had made my long journey to come to people. And, that I would constantly do so, on visits; and people should visit me. But, that I wanted a place where I could sleep quietly at night. There were other reasons, which I did not mention to him, e. g., I wanted a site, whose water- side landing, and whose spring of water should not be held in common with any other village or person. (Difficulty had arisen for me at Mbade, Benita, on both those points.) And, when, on May 7. some people, for whom Kasa had been wait- 74 MY OGOWE ing, to consult with them about a certain proposed site, I short- ened the discussion by informing them that I no longer desired that place, even as a gift. My evening chats with Kasa and his people were entertain- ing and instructive. I learned a great deal about the interior tribes; their locations, size, dialects, customs; the rivers, moun- tains, etc., the animals, productions, etc. In the afternoon, Kasa took me, with quite a number of his people, a mile down river, to an uninhabited portion of the for- est, near Mbilye Creek, in order that I might choose a spot where he and I should build together! I went. But, I reserved for another day, the destruction of any hope that I would allow him or any other native to build near me. Kasa's was a strange character. That he had strength, I saw by the obedience that was rendered him. He could be severe ; though I had not often seen it. He was good-humored, not pre- tending any " kingly " dignity. He was quick to learn and see ; but was most persistent in his own wishes. He was kind to me, and often helpful, almost to generosity. But, I always knew, back of it all, there was greed and expectation of gain ; for, he was selfish. I liked his camaraderie; but, in making my occa- sional gifts, felt I was paying a hotel bill. We each were using the other " position." And, I never trusted him too far. On Saturday, May 8, events were culminating for my plans. Aveya and four others of my Galwa employees returned from Mr. Sinclair's with a small canoe, which they had bought, at my direction, for $5 (trade). I killed for them the fatted calf, in the shape of the big goat Kasa had given me, sending also por- tions to Mr. Schorsch, and to the Xkami trader ReMombi, on whom I was dependent for favors in the way of sending and re- ceiving mail, by his occasional canoe-messenger to Mr. Sinclair's " Aguma " (so named for some large silk-cotton trees near it). It was worth while to watch and enjoy the intensely hungry ex- citement of my seven employees, when I handed over to them an entire half of the goat, for them, not in any usual ration, but at their own riotous pleasure. I went again to the forest near Mbilye Creek, with Kasa and his people, to decide about the site for my house. There, there was a long "palaver" (talk). The two points of difficulty were: On my side, that I marked out an area of very many acres. Not that I really could make use of them all. but because 1 felt sure that 1 would be followed by Kasa or some other chief, who would desire to live near me. In which case, [ wished my AT KASA'S TOWN 75 boundary to keep their expected village noises far enough distant for my peace and quiet. On the part of Kasa, that he wished to build actually alongside of me ! The matter of an interpreter was a serious one in my preach- ing. At best, interpreters are a very lame means. Sometimes, they actually intentionally misinterpreted. Familiar with Benga. I had hoped to find it useful in the cognate Okota, whose tribe had been my objective point in entering the Ogowe. But, they had disappeared. The Dikele was also cognate with Benga, so that I was able to use it in a smattering way for daily wants. But, not for preaching. So, until I should acquire Dikele, I had to speak through one of my Kombes, who passed the words to Masomami, one of Kasa's young men, who happened to know Mpongwe. When my words finally reached my Akele audience, they had passed through five linguistic ranges ! A very slow way ! Well might such preaching, in its weakness, be called " foolishness." But God could make use of it. On Monday, May 11, I went again with Kasa to the ground near Mbilye, to mark the outlines of the mission premises. He yielded to my wish as to the northern side ; and the boundary line was at once actually cut from that point westward to the Ogowe River, marked by a large bzuibc tree near a kuda tree. That had evidently been one of Kasa's hunting-grounds; for, there were remains of a fence used to turn small animals into snares. Then we went to the top of the small bluff or hill above the landing- place, and began to clear away the bushes, for the actual site of the house. After a while, he and I left the men at work, and we went to the rear, eastward of the clearing, to see where the line should be cut across a plateau that was enclosed in a large bend of the Mbilye. I agreed to the limit which he indicated. Then, he led me back, West and North West to some of the Mbilye low- lands. As it was marshy, I went no farther. Then, he led me North East, to the place he had several times before mentioned as the line for his town near mine. I refused even to speak of it; and took him back to a certain inlet of the creek, and claimed it as my ultimatum. Then, we two had a scene that was really dra- matic. He l>egged and pleaded. I kept the temper of a friend, but, with eye looking coldly and steadily into his, quietly and firmly refused. (Africans are afraid of the blue or gray of a white man's eye. It tells so much more than does their own black eye. ) He seemed to yield ; and we returned to the clearing. Evidently, at some time, a traveling coast-tribe man had camped there; for, there were growing a lime tree and a West 76 MY OGOWE India bamboo. Those trees are not indigenous to Africa; had been brought from Jamaica to the Coast ; and thence were car- ried by coast-tribe traders to the interior. ( Trees sprang from the seeds of fruits dropped at such camps.) While Kasa and I were sitting amicably talking, I introduced my denunciation of foreign intoxicating liquor brought by all the traders, white and black. Suddenly, he startled me by asking. ''Well! if God is angry with drunkards, what will become of me?" It gave me excellent basis for a personal appeal, and for the offer of God's universal forgiveness of any repented sin. We returned to Kasa's town, with abundant promises on his part. But. I de- clined to do any more work at clearing, until he had actually out- lined and marked (on trees) the entire boundaries. I wanted no future claims or disputes. In the meanwhile I made visit to King Ondene. He tried to be courteous, but failed. An initiation into the great Ukuku or " Vasi " society was in progress. No woman was permitted to see even the procession, much less any of the lodge ceremonies. As a man, my seeing the procession was not resented (at least openly). Yet, I soon became con- scious that my presence was not desired; and I left. Ondene giv- ing me only three pitifully small chickens. But. I treasured the incident, and reserved my indignation at Yasi for a future day. (It came, four years later.) On the way back, the crew, though thirsty under the hot sun, would not drink of the water of the river (as they and I were constantly accustomed to do) because of the too recent sight of the corpse of a woman thrown into the river, at Xtambi's town. At that period, burial was accorded to only persons of distinction. Slaves, the poor, and especially poor women, were cast either into the river, a prey to fishes (the natives said that the gavial-croco- diles ate only bodies which themselves had killed) or, into the forest, a prey to wild beasts and the scavenger " Driver *' ants. One of the crew fell into the river, and. in unskill fully scram- bling again into the canoe, filled it with water, and almost upset it. (Ogowe canoes are flat-bottomed, and are readily upset.) So, my legs were thoroughly wet. and chilled before we reached my room, where I could change for dry clothing. The next day. I bought of Kasa. at a fair price, a gnat. And he gave me two good-sized chickens, for Ondene's three little ones. lie seemed ashamed of the "King's" meanness. My chickens and goat were to run loose with the town flocks, until I should wish to claim them. But. the subtile Kasa said nothing about setting the boundaries of my ground. I feigned indif- AT -RASA'S TOWN 77 f erence, and said nothing : but, I kept my men at work in cutting- timber, and shaping window-frames. I was not well enough to work myself; the wetting of the previous day had given me a chill, and I was dosing with quinin. On May 13, there was a horrible odor of some imperfectly dried elephant skin that was being roasted for Kasa's breakfast. The natives, in butchering the wild animals they killed for food, did not skin them (unless they had a special need for the skin for some other purpose). The hair was only singed off. A canoe of the man Schmieder, trader for the firm of Woer- mann, had come to Ivinene's adjacent village, with a barrel of rum. All day, the village was filled with a noisy drunken crowd. The liquor was of a particularly bad type, and some of the na- tives were drinking in wild excess. At night, one of them, one of Kasa's men, died from the effects. I could not sleep much that night, with the noises of yelling, shouting, singing, wailing, and gun-firing. (Firing of guns, as part of an entertainment, in Africa, takes the place of fireworks in other countries.) The next day, after Kasa had returned from the funeral of his man at Ivinene's, he said he was ready for the marking of my premises. We all went, my people and some of his, in two canoes. Arrived at the site, he began his usual trouble, of wish- ing to build by Mbilye Creek, near me. Nwanaja and another of his women were with us while we talked. Our discussion became angry ; and she left, to go to her relatives at Mbilye village. Kasa took me to the line to show me exactly what he wanted. T was so indignant that I left him, saying nothing, and going away alone; and. he went alone, for Nwanaja. But meeting her on her return, they both overtook me. She told me. in his pres- ence, that her people had assented to my taking the whole ground. This seemed to settle the matter. I was grateful to her for her efficient help. As we walked toward the landing where our canoes were awaiting us, I was impressed with the wildness of the land I was acquiring. On our path, we started up an ante- lope in the bushes. Down in the river, hippopotami were snort- ing and bellowing. And. on our way back, we passed the float- ing dead body of a man. On Sunday, May 16, very few persons came to my services. Kasa and most of his people were off at Ivinene's, where was be- ing held a witch-craft " palaver," over the cause of the death of the woman who had died there recently. A woman had been seized and charged as the witch. I felt greatly depressed at the joy over the seizure shown by even little boys of the village. 78 MY OGOWE Like the satisfaction which, in civilization, we feel at the arrest of a murderer. (In later years I learned to understand the na- tive point of view ; they really believed that the accused were mur- derers.) One of my Kombe men, Mwanyatye, had been at the scene, as a spectator. He told me that the woman was begging for her life. On Corisco Island, in such cases, I had always gone and interfered, with some hope of success. For, I spoke the language freely, and the Bengas had some degree of civiliza- tion. But, with those Bakele, whose language I could only smat- ter, and whose civilization was in its rudiments, my interference would have been in vain. But, I made indignant protests. When Kasa returned, he avoided me. My people said he was afraid of me. At sunset, a canoe with Mr. Sinclair and his valet, Osha- lowe, brought me a mail. My letters! My son William's photo- graph ! What an interest and excitement Kasa and his people displayed over my child's picture! Communication by letter was a comparatively new tiling to them. Their surprise that the boy could talk to me on paper! They handled the letter as if it was a living thing; and, to each newcomer, they told over and over my simple story. On Monday, May 17, I had a decided talk with Kasa about the " witches," whom he had threatened to kill. And he had an ex- cited talk with Mr. Sinclair about his trade; Mr. Sinclair not hav- ing honored him by locating even a native trader in his village, a village which he now claimed was greater than King Ondene's, because a white man (myself) was living in it! On Thursday the 20th, I went to the clearing with 5hvanaja, who, since her efficient intervention, was deputed by Kasa to mark out the remaining outlines of my grounds. T sent my people along the forest path, for the canoe was too small for us all. Though the month was May near the beginning of the dry season (marked by cooler nights), a time when the river would be expected to run low, it actually rose two feet in twenty- four hours; thus showing that its sources must be in a different lat- itude. (The latest maps prove this to be true.) On Friday, the 21st, I went, with four of my people, in my small canoe, up river to Mhomi, to buy plantains. Kasa had been in an ugly spirit, and was venting some spite by demanding for plantains, an exorbitant price. His women therefore had hesitated to sell to me sufficient for my people, though 5hvanaja saw to it that I obtained enough for myself. At Mbomi, I bought a dozen bunches. While at dinner, an incident hap- pened. There was there a little child of a Mpongwe trader. AT KASA'S TOWN 79 Coming from the sea-coast, it was accustomed to some civiliza- tion, to white faces, to good dress, to table and plate and spoon, and attractive cooking. Evidently it was petted, and a little spoiled; for its parents employed a native nurse for it. It had seen me eating; and it cried persistently until its nurse had yielded and permitted it to join me in my plate! After I had eaten, I walked through the villages. While there, a red ante- lope, and a large python ten feet long, were brought in from the forest. I would have waited to buy some of the antelope ; but I saw a storm coming and I left. (I had better waited.) Giving presents to my kind entertainers, I pushed off. There was a strong wind blowing up-stream, against the river's rapid cur- rent, creating a succession of choppy waves. Ogowe canoes have no buoyancy. They do not rise to a wave ; they simply cut through it. My canoe was very small. Myself and crew of four were too many ; and the dozen bunches of plantains sunk the gunwales to the level of smooth water. In the rough water of that day, the canoe began to fill, and I thought of turning back ; but, as there was another canoe accompanying, I decided to take the risk. Passing rougher water at the mouth of a small creek. Big Isango, we swamped ; a paddle and the plantains went floating away; my cooking utensils, box of medicines, and umbrella sank. We, in the water, clung to the canoe. The other canoe, that had passed us, returned to our help, bailed our canoe, and started us again. We overtook and recovered eight of our plantains. But the storm of wind and rain piled higher waves as we were passing another point of land, and the canoe again upset. One of the young men. Xganga, struck out for the shore. The other three stayed by me, clinging to the canoe, though they all could swim. I too can swim ; but, I felt it would be impossible to reach shore in my heavily soaked clothing. Mwanyatye saw that I was becoming numbed with the cold, and that I with diffi- culty retained my grasp on the revolving canoe. He wished me to let go, promising that he would swim with me ashore. I be- lieved in his willingness and faithfulness, but felt sure I would be too heavy a weight. I bade good-by to the young men, and told them to save themselves by swimming ashore. For myself, I felt that my hands could no longer cling, and that in a little while I would be at the bottom of the Ogowe. I was not in pain nor was I afraid. A strange coolness came over me. The young men saw that that other canoe had seen our plight and was hasting back to us. It rescued us, and landed us at the mouth of another creek, Little Isango. One of my crew, 8o MY OGOWE Oraniga. while clinging to the canoe, had held on also to onr food-chest, saving it. The plantains were all lost. I sent him and Mwanyatye in the canoe (the force of the tornado wind hav- ing somewhat abated), while I walked the forest path with Nganga and Kengenge to Kasa's. There, the people's anxiety was very great at the story of my danger. Rwanaja brought me a pile of plantains, bidding me never again to go elsewhere for them. I had been in danger before, during my previous fourteen years of life in Africa, but never in as great danger as that day. T learned thereafter, when traveling by canoe, in sight of a com- ing storm, to run ashore, and wait until the wind was past. Tn a boat, there was less danger in heading that wind. Every few days wild animals were brought in from the forest by the village hunters. The smaller animals were caught in nets. Among them were porcupines.. T found their meat as tender as "pork," without anv pork taste; indeed, resembling chicken- flesh. Sunday. May 23. Another day of confusion. There was mourning in Xtambi's village for another death. And in the afternoon, came a little boy from Xtambi's. in excitement, to tell me that Mr. Sinclair's Mpongwe trader. Dose, was fighting with my Galwas. T did not go ; but. I sent my two Kombes. I to be summoned only if they were unable to separate the combatants. For a time there was quite an uproar. In the evening Xwanaja went with the other women to Ivinene's. to dance " paga " for the sorcerer-doctor who was to find another witch- victim in place of the young woman T had induced Kasa to re- lease. He did not seem to understand that I had pleaded for a principle, and not simply for a personality. Of course, T was pleased that that young woman had been saved. May 24. My Galwas were excitable and unreliable: especially about their monthly accounts. Xot so much in regard to the amount promised for their wages: but. in pleas to be permitted to overdraw, or, in objections to the articles with which they were to be paid. (For all our purchases and payments, at that time and for many years afterwards, were made, not in cash, but in barter.) I sent two of them away, on a vacation, to visit their homes for a while. A third. Kengenge. I had to compel to leave. Dissatisfied as he had seemed to be. lie did not wish to leave my service. The pleasantest of the Galwa company was Aveya. May 2^. Though living in adjacent villages. Mr. Schorsch AT KASA'S TOWN 81 and I had almost nothing to do with each other. As he had announced his entire independence of me, I made no offers or advances, lest, in his excessively suspicions nature, I should be charged with interfering. But, on the other hand, in a few in- stances where he had asked for assistance, I was pleased to give it. He suddenly decided to go away, and went through the vil- lages seeking in vain for the loan of a canoe ; for, mine was too small to contain all his luggage. My life in the huts, in the canoe, and in the forest, was hard on my clothes. And the unskilful laundering was still harder. Re- pairs were frequent. Many hours with my needle ( I never suc- ceeded in using a thimble) were spent on rents, patches, darns, and buttons. May 26. The long delay in beginning the building of my hut was becoming trying. In a land where time was of no value, na- tives allowed decisions in matters of utility to drag along for months. With foreigners, they deliberately played on this as a diplomacy. For, with white men. time was money; in some cases, almost life. Restive under delays, the traders obtained their objects by payments of money. Natives learned to ex- pect this. I believed that Kasa was playing this same game with me. I did not yield to it, partly because I had everywhere to study economy of the mission's money; and. also, because, if T submitted to domination, I would feel myself in a kind of slavery. The traders had, in their rum bottle, a lever which served them in almost all emergencies. I went again to complete the actual marking of the boundaries of my premises, going by forest-path, rather than by canoe. In crossing a frail bridge of poles over a creek, it broke. There happened to l)e a line of " driver " ants on it. I was covered with them. That I fell into the creek was no salvation from them. I know of nothing but fire that will turn them. Of course, I had to go back to Kasa's. The young man. Upanga. whom I had left as guard over my goods. I found asleep. I sharply rebuked him : and. the remainder of the day. he seemed to try to compensate by being extra-industrious. In my dealings with all natives, I never adopted the attitude of most of the traders, i. e., of domination, with actual violence, in the way of blows, kicks, and lashes. My attitude was that of affiliation. In it I generally won their respect and love. Mr. Schorsch, both at Benita and in Ogowe, took the attitude of fa- miliarity. Natives hailed it as good-fellowship, gathered around him, for what they could make out of him, and disrespected 82 MY OGOWE him. As he was unable to get any natives to remain in his service, at his request, I detailed one of my young men, Alende- ginye, to serve him. I sometimes, on occasions, ate with my peo- ple, as my children. Mr. Schorsch took him regularly at his ta- ble as an equal. But, there came a day when Mr. Schorsch's sus- picious nature irritably broke into a quarrel. Then the young man gave way to insulting language, such as he would never have attempted with me: and, for which a trader would have maimed him. Mr. Schorsch left on May 28. On May 29, having collected, during all the delays, a quantity of poles, thatch, and other building materials, I went in Kasa's big canoe to the cleared spot on my premises, (called " Belam- bla") and actually cut the mbingo (saplings) of the frame of the clay-floored hut, which was to be my step to a more permanent dwelling. The young trader, who was at Kasa's when I landed there in 1874, returned. He and his canoe-men were desirous of learning to read. I found in them a satisfaction for direct mis- sionary work, in the evenings and on Sundays. On May 31, my patience broke, under some disappointments. T had been paying my Galwas regular wages, in order to keep them on hand ready for work on the hut, whenever Kasa and Providence would allow me to begin. Now, that I had begun, those Galwas. who had been paid for simply " being on hand," left, dissatisfied with their pay. I felt that I had been feeding them all these weeks, they doing little or nothing, while waiting for building materials; and then, when I was ready to begin, they went away. I also felt depressed by the apparent loss of interest in me by the villagers, since the native traders had increased in number. In the evening. T shook off the depression with some- what of the sentiment of Grenfel's. " 'Tis Dogged as Does it."' and walking down the street. I chatted with the men, women, and children, and felt inspirited. At night, there was a large gathering at the usual prayer-service. And, late into the night, I was teaching to read. On Tune 3, the Galwas were back again for work ; and the day was spent as a successful day at my hut building. With a memory of my almost fatal ride in the small canoe. I preferred to walk the distance to the work, though there were several inlets, through which I had to be carried, where the river water was backing in. The river continued to rise, though the season was the dry, and there were no signs of rain. The flood was coming from interior affluents. Sunday, June 6, was a day of excitement. A native trader tt\l pampoo palm p.uildixg material Facing j.age S2 AT KASA'S TOWN , 83 came to see me. He came to look after his rubber-trade inter- ests, not having confidence in a young subordinate, who was a drunkard, and who was drunk on Sakwele's liquor, which he furnished that young man, with which to make drunkards of the Bakele! In the afternoon, there was a fight. Kasa's sister, the mother of the lad Mutyi, had left her husband because he became a polygamist. Polygamy was the universal custom of the country. Every heathen man planned to become a polygamist as soon as he could acquire the funds to buy another wife. Some few women welcomed the added wife; because, being servants and practically slaves, the new servant helped to divide their work. Most women, while in their hearts they resented the division of the husband's love, silently submitted to a custom they were help- less to resist. A few, like Mutyi's mother, dared to make a pro- test. She had left her husband's village, and fled to her brother Kasa for protection. The husband came to Kasa's to claim her, accompanied by the new woman. The two women quarreled; the husband became very angry; a third woman interfered; he cut her across the nose with a knife. Then there was greater excitement ; Kasa threatened to kill the man ; Sakwele interfered for peace, declaring that he would remove his trade-house if Kasa did not quiet down. Notwithstanding these confusions, many young men came all day to learn the alphabet. And, in the evening, they were in- terested in looking at my pictures of civilization and Christianity. The trust-system of trade had the bad effect of making the na- tives unwilling to work without pay in advance. For rubber and ivory that were not yet gathered, they were " trusted " by the traders. The trusted goods were immediately wasted. Then came the long indebtedness ; the impossibility of obtaining any further advances; and, the hard task of working for a joy that was past, and nothing in expectation. One Akele, Masomami, had been willing to work for me. When, at the month's end, his companions saw how many (but really not much) goods he was getting, that were all his own, and no work yet to be done for them, they envied him. Fights were frequent. The different coast-tribe traders were jealous of competition. The Orungu clashed with Mpongwe. In the evening of that same day, Sakwele's own Galwas had a fight among themselves. And, then, the villagers went to a dance under the moonlight! The building of the hut was proceeding well. The boundaries of the property, though not formally marked had actually been 84 MY OGOWE agreed upon. ' Kasa had nothing morose in him. He had dropped his displeasure about our boundary differences, and was treating me in a most cordial manner. He gave me the entire premises as a gift, not even hinting at any return! But. the affair would not be oriental if there should be no return. I re- membered Abraham and the Cave of Machpelah. So, Kasa being in fine humor, I called him. and asked him to name any- thing he would like to have : for, that I desired to give him what- ever he should wish. He replied that he would take only what I might offer. So, with much formality, I spread before him, i gun, i keg of powder, 2 machetes, 4 brass-rods, some pieces of crockery, and a number of yards of calico prints. (Actual cash value to the Mission, only $10 for the 20 acres of ground.) He was highly pleased, and told me that the land was all mine. That evening, he arranged a great dance, as a reception for another wife whom he had recently bought. He asked me for some spe- cial adornment for the occasion. I loaned him my bath-robe. And, next day, in the presence of King Ondeiie and other wit- nesses, he made his " mark." signing the deed for the Belambla Station Mission-premises. Then. I walked, as usual (because the dry season wind made the river too rough for my little canoe) to my building. He and the king followed to inspect it. While at work, one of my men pointed out Mr. Schmieder's little steamer coming up the river. I went to the water-side to watch the unusual sight. Seeing the white man. I lifted my hat to him, not as a signal, but in ordinary courtesy. He recognized me. and shouted to me to send a canoe for some freight he had for me! Hastily sending off my canoe, I soon received treasures of 1 box of oranges. 1 box of young plants (bread-fruit. Avocado pears, mango plums, etc.. etc.) from Baraka. and a dozen letters from loved ones in Benita and the United States ! It was a precious consignment! From those plants, trees are living to- day at Belambla and other places in the Ogowe. On June 12. Kasa decided to remove his village, so that he might be near me. Of course. I could not prevent him or any one else from building near me. as long as they kept outside of my lines, fie made a vain effort that I should allow him to in- clude the coveted spot which he had formally signed over to me. This convinced me that, whatever pleasant relations 1 should maintain with him, I would never implicitly trust him. He would l>e true to me only while it was his interest, as my " pa- tron," to be so. I une 14. The days were busy. I, at my building: Kasa. away ^b '^jS^^SfKBk i ^ PP 5 |^^~Jl^H| ^ H If- * ^-^^ '^ \ '^H T *3 pES Ig-Sfct M i^-i 1 ^ Pwk f --. ^1*-.r -^^gggl i\ o I p 5 pq H AT KASA'S TOWN 85 on a journey for rubber ; the native traders, Sakwele and Re- Mombi, unable to loan me the use of their crews to push my work; my only Akele, Masomami. sick. The water of the river was rapidly sinking to its normal dry-season shallows. When I left the town in the morning, a very sick man, Mambolamina, was sitting alone at the water-side. When I returned in the evening, he was nowhere to be seen. I suspected that he had been thrown into the river, as sometimes was done, in tiresomely long cases of sickness, if the invalid was of poor family and without friends. The next day I was told that he was dead; but, they would not tell me what had become of him. I succeeded in getting some Bakele to work for me at the hut. By June 17, most of the thatch for the roof was in posi- tion. I had grown to feel that the place was to be my home. I felt sadly at leaving it, even temporarily, to go on the long, but supposedly necessary journey to the Coast, for the semi-annual meetings of mission and presbytery. The river was low, the sand-bars appearing, and hippopotami numerous. I started down river on Friday, June 18, making many visits on the way, and stopping for the night at a native trader's. On Saturday, reached Mr. Sinclair's. He was away. And there were no prospects of any steamers in the dry season. I made ar- rangements, after I had dismissed to their homes all but one of my Galwas, Tivino, with Mr. Sinclair's clerk. Mr. Woodward, to send me and my three men, down the Ajumba Creek, on the route I had gone in December, 1874. I started, on Tuesday, June 22, sleeping for the night at Fa- ngananga's. And, on the 23d, reached Anege's, on Lake Azingo. He could not obtain for me Fanwe; for, they were just then at war with clans on the route. I therefore hired three Bakele, at $3 (trade) apiece for the two days overland. Very early, the next day, friend Anege took us in his canoe across the lake to the village where I was to pick up the Bakele, and from which the actual start of the journey would be made. There was the usual delay, experienced by all white men on African journeys. Ex- cuses, by which to weary the hasty white man, and thus induce him to offer more pay, if the porters will hurry and start at once. I hired a fourth Akele, paying him $1, in advance, the other $2, to be paid at Agonjo on the Rembwe, at the end of our two days' walk. Finally we started, an escort of female friends, with much shouting and laughing, accompanying my four Bakele a part of the way. The men took me a different path from the one of the previous December. When the women 86 MY OGOWE departed, we breakfasted. The path was good. I did not feel tired. I carried my Winchester myself; the six men had suffi- cient of burdens in my luggage. At night, we camped in the open forest. Xo danger of rain in the long, cool, dry season. The scene was romantic and adventurous. It appealed to my childhood desire (that had never died in me) to be a soldier. The forest was weird, with my flickering camp-fires. I taught my Bakele the Name of Jesus. Late at night, after I had lain down on my rubber-lined traveling-rug. f heard them repeating it among themselves. The next day. the 25th, we were all up be- fore sunrise, and again on our way. Recognized that we were on the last year's path. Met many Bakele, who were migrating, in fear of the Fanwe war. These so alarmed my Bakele, that, when we stopped for the noon lunch, two of them deserted. The bundles they honestly left had to be readjusted on my other five. And, later, on nearing a Fanwe village, a third deserted. The remaining four men were now very heavily laden ; but, we reached Agonjo town before sunset, and were welcomed by three civilized Mpongwe traders, Njombi, Owondo, and " Morris," who treated me with great hospitality. A white man of Libre- ville, a Mr. McFarland, with his cutter, had just come down the river, on his way to Libreville. I went to his little vessel, to ask for passage; and slept at Owondo's. The next day, Saturday. Mr. McFarland kindly offered me passage, saying that he would start on Sunday, the 27th. Remembering my very unpleasant Sunday travel of the year before, I thanked him. and said I would try to hire a canoe on Monday. Very considerately, he waited a day for me. Having no Sabbath scruples of his own. he made another trade-journey up-river, returning in the even- ing of Sunday. I went aboard, and slept there that night. We successfully reached his Libreville trading-house by 2 a. m. of Tuesday, the 29th. And, I was at our Baraka mission-house before morning prayers were over, and welcomed by my friends, the new missionaries, Mr. and Mrs. J. H. Reading, who, with their infant baby boy, had recently arrived from the United States. They had brought for me. from my dear ones of the United States, abundance of letters, photographs, and gifts, beau- tiful and useful, of pictures, books, clothing; and a microscope. stereoscope, case of dental-forceps, a small patent portable stove, and others. The next day, I went to the French Government office at the Plateau, to have the deed of the Belambla mission-property duly recorded. Several days were spent at Baraka. Mr. Schorsch AT KASA'S TOWN 87 was there, having left the Ogowe by river steamer, in advance of me. The meetings were to be held at Benita. On July 2, the Hudson came, bringing word from my sister that she was anxiously expecting me ; for, that affairs at Benita were in a distressing state. After a communion service on Sun- day, July 4, the members of mission at Baraka started, on the Hudson, early of Monday, for Benita, stopping on the way at Elongo Station, Corisco Island, for Rev. C. De Heer. We reached the Bolondo house before 5 a. m. of the next day. There were busy days, of welcome, and opening boxes recently arrived from the United States ; reading of mail ; meetings of presbytery and of mission; and examination of three candidates for the ministry. Mr. Schorsch resigned (?) the offices, of which he had been deprived at the previous quarterly meeting. On Wednesday, July 7, the meetings adjourned, and the other members left on the Hudson, I remaining to visit with my sis- ter and her associate, Miss Lydia Jones. The Hudson returned on the 14th. The next day I went early, with a large Kombe canoe I had bought (more buoyant than the Ogowe kind) and three new recruits. Manga, Ekomba, and Ikunduku, to the Mbade house of Mr. Menkel. There I bap- tized his little Katy. And then, boarding the vessel, with my sister and Miss Jones, we started for Corisco. Stopped there on the 17th, to land my sister for a visit there. And, on the 22d, the journey on the Hudson, with Miss Jones, was resumed to Libreville, arriving there just before sunset of the 23d. There I found seriously ill Mrs. Bushnell, and little Arthur, the infant son of my friends Mr. and Mrs. Reading. I remembered my own little George Paull, of almost ten years previously, at Benita, and devoted my most intense medical attention to the little child. But, he died on Tuesday, July 2.J. That night, I was assisted, in the arrangement of the coffin by the three ladies, the Misses Jones, Lush and Dewsnap, Mrs. Bushnell being still confined to her bed. A letter recalling Mr. Schorsch had arrived from the Board in New York. There was confusion also in regard to his case, as he had disappeared : supposed to have returned to the Ogowe. On August 2, the Hudson was sent to Corisco, to bring Mr. De Heer for a specially called mission meeting. The vessel returned on Wednesday, the 4th, with Mr. De Heer, and bringing me the distressing news of my sister's sickness at Elongo Station. A meeting was held in regard to Mr. Schorsch. At the same time a troublesome letter was received from native Licentiate, Ntaka 88 MY OGOWE Truman, located at Nengenenge out-station, sixty miles up the Gaboon River. T was anxious to get back to my Ogowe work, and, believing that the coast monopoly had been broken and that I would have no difficulty from it, I decided to ascend the river in my canoe. On August 6, on the Hudson, with the canoe in tow, I started for Nazareth Bay. The vessel was detained two hours at the French guardship by some government red-tape. So that, we lost the favorable morning wind, and met the opposing afternoon sea-breeze. That little vessel was poorly built, and could not sail into an opposing wind ; progress could only be made by con- stant long slow tacks. How much I suffered, for years, from per- sistent seasickness, in my necessary voyages on the vessel ! In sight of the Nazareth mouth of the Ogowe, we ran aground. While waiting for the tide to clear us, an Orungu boat with a man whom I had met up the Ogowe, came alongside and stated that Mr. Schorsch had already gone up the river. As I had the Board's official letter for him, it was desirable to be positive as to his whereabouts. So, I went ashore a long way in my Benita canoe (which had been a great hindrance to the Hudson's progress) to make inquiries at villages. On the way, I met an- other native boat, whose crew confirmed the statement as to Mr. Schorsch's movements. Not only had the ebb tide stranded the Hudson, but. while returning to the vessel, I discovered a shark stranded also. My crew attempted to capture it, but. it suc- ceeded in wriggling into the deeper water. When finally the tide rose, and the cutter floated at night, there was an exciting run under the moonlight and before a fair strong wind towards the river's mouth. We edged along the sand-bar, constantly throwing the lead. For a long way, there was the anxious, " i fathom!" " i fathom!" fearing every sec- ond that we might again ground on less than that. Then, the nervous tension was relieved by, "2 fathom!" ''2 fathom!" And, presently, we were safe in " 3 fathom ! " " 4 fathom ! " : and as the wind changed, and was opposing, we anchored for the nijdit some ten miles from the river's mouth. CHAPTER VIII UP THE OGOWE BY CANOE AUGUST, I 875 1HAD twice ascended the Ogowe by steamer; for the first time I was to attempt it, from the mouth by canoe. The Hudson had finally reached the mouth, on the night of the 9th. Leaving the vessel, about 7 a. m. of Tuesday, Au- gust 10, in my canoe, with a crew of three Kombes, one Galwa, Tivino, and a passenger, Okalanga (passengers paid their way by paddling equally with the crew). "Good-by! v was waved from the Hudson's United States flag. Breakfasted, about 10 a. m., in the mouth of a small inlet, in the Mangrove Swamp. My breakfast consisted of roasted native mcvdndd (cassava roll), oily udika (kernels of the wild mango), bread and butter, and potted ham. As I met canoes during the day, I inquired about Mr. Schorsch ; they had not met him. When twilight fell, I looked for a resting-place among the bamboo palms. Afraid of possible hippopotami ashore, I slept in the canoe. The next day, Wednesday, August n, I reached Angala, the village of King Esongi. He was exceedingly pleased that I knew his name. That gratification is universal, in civilization and in savage countries. In Africa. I cultivated the ability to remem- ber native names ; and, I attribute to that fact, a large measure of my acceptance by the natives, and my success with them. In- stead of a blunt "Mbolo!" they recognized friendship and fel- lowship in my "Mbolo, Such-an-one ! " At Angala. I was in- formed that Mr. Schorsch had passed there. In the afternoon, another village told me that Mr. Schorsch in his little canoe had stopped there a few days before, had been sick unto fever, and, in his delirium had attempted to throw himself into the river. Farther on, I passed a village, at which the people said that Mr. Schorsch had stopped, on his w-ay down the river in June. Look