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Title: Round the black man's garden
Year: 1893 (1890s)
Authors: Colvile, Zélie Isabelle Richaud de Préville, lady
Subjects: Africa -- Description and travel
Publisher: Edinburgh and London, W. Blackwood and sons
Contributing Library: Mugar Memorial Library, Boston University
Digitizing Sponsor: Boston University

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droppedthan a dozen big-sailed native boats were racingtowards us, dashing full speed, until it seemed asif their bows were on the point of being crushed inagainst our hull, when by a dexterous turn theywere swung round alongside; the big sails flapped,and the crews were scrambling over the bulwarks,each uroing: us to come ashore in their own boat—the best of the flotilla—almost before ones hearthad ceased to jump in anticipation of their disaster.They were wild, picturesque-looking fellows, withthe scantiest of clothing, their only ornaments con-sisting; of fish-bones stuck throug;h their hair. Fromtheir appearance I should have thought them amatch for anybody ; but one of them, who came onboard with a basket of dates for sale, got so terriblyworsted in a passage of words with an old Sudanesehag, who w\as in some way attached to the troops,that he had completely to surrender and let hertake his goods at her own price. I must say theway she pinned him into a corner and heaped in-
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YEMBO. y vectives on him, whirling her withered arms abouthis face, was enough to frighten the bravest man. Here the Governor and his harem left us, thusplacing a little more of the deck at our disposal. At noon we started again with the wind deadahead, passing Shadwan Island at five oclock in theevening, and the Daedalus reef and lighthouse atsix on the following morning. The Captain toldme that the two lighthouse - keepers spent ninemonths out of every twelve on that bit of rock,hardly as large as a good-sized room. What anexistence ! In the afternoon I made an expedition forwardamong the Sudanese, and greatly delighted one proudyoung mother of about fifteen by taking her babyin my arms; it was certainly a nice little thing,with bright eyes, white teeth, and head like a blackegg. They all seemed very happy and cheery to-gether, and, in spite of their ugliness, there wassomething very taking about them. The men aresplendid, and looked remarkably smart in theirsnow-white uniforms. At

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