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Title: Tramps round the Mountains of the Moon and through the back gate of the Congo State by T. Broadwood Johnson. With an introd. by T.F. Victor Buxton
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Johnson, T. Broadwood
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Publisher: London T.F. Unwin
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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achers instruction. His face worea heavy, sodden expression, cheerlessly suggesting agrate with the fire gone out. When I went back tenmonths after, it was difficult to believe that it wasthe same man who came to meet me. A pleasantsmile effaced the old blank gloom, and a gleam inthe eye told of a new fire burning within. Passing on from here the next village was almostequally blank, but for one little incident. A poor manwith a very badly ulcerated hand came for medicine.On his wrist he had tied a charm. He had beenlistening like the rest to an address, and at the close,when he asked for medicine, I just inquired of himwhat the charm was for to set him thinking. Whenhe came back at night I saw that he was minus hischarm, and asked him what had become of it. Hehad thrown it away ! At our next camping-place, Buruli, was a brighterstate of things, for teachers had been here in formerdays, and a little church still remained (in a verydilapidated condition) as a memorial of their stay. My
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The Embodiment of Evil Spirits. Pieces of iron stuck in the ground under a sacred tree, in con-sequence of which no neighbour would dream of plundering thehut of the owner. 138 DETOUR HOMEWARDS first intimation that we were approaching a village,as we emerged from the long grass, was the sight ofa man perched up on the little spiked top of his hut.As the porters ahead were shouting excitedly, I put onthe pace to pull level. There, a hundred yards away,were the flanks of a herd of elephants moving off andwaving a parting farewell to the village and the caravanbetween which they had just passed. The sight of thegreat beasts moving about near at hand is always animpressive one. They have such an old-world, ante-diluvian look, as though they could tell a story or twoabout ^ Once upon a time, and perhaps blow theirown trumpet a little, and the memory of that firstexperience of them, ambling along comfortably intheir own home still brings back a thrill. On arrival at the village, the chief,

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