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killing those who had sold them." Some of the words he had to 

 inquire about ; for instance, the meaning of the words " to haunt 

 and kill by spirit power;" then it was, "Oh, you sent me off 

 to Manga (sea-coast), but the yoke is off when I die, and back I 

 shall come to haunt and to kill you." Then all joined in the 

 chorus, which was the name of each vendor. It told not of fun, 

 but of the bitterness and tears of such as were oppressed. 



Kapika's wife was among the slaves, and she was asked if she 

 would return to kill Kapika. Her heart was evidently sore : for 

 a lady to come so low down is to her grievous. She had lost her 

 jaunty air, and with her head shaved, was ugly ; but she never 

 forgot to address her captors with dignity, and they seemed to 

 fear her. 



A GRAVE BY THE WAYSIDE. 



ON June 25th, Livingstone reached the Luongo River, along 

 which were several villages, but the people were afraid of the 

 " white man," whose purposes and singularcolor they could not 

 comprehend, so that no stop was made among them. Wild beasts 

 were so numerous and daring in their depredations that the vil- 

 lages were protected by high hedges. Leaving these villages, 

 he came to a grave in the forest ; it was a little rounded mound, 

 as if the occupant satin it in the usual native way ; it was strewn 

 over with flour, and a number of the large blue beads put on it : 

 a little path showed that it had visitors. " This," says Living- 

 stone, " is the sort of grave I should prefer: to lie in the still, 

 still forest, and no hand ever disturb my bones. The graves at 

 home always seemed to me to be miserable, especially those in 

 the cold, damp clay, and without elbow-room : but I have 

 nothing to do but wait till He who is over all decides where I 

 have to lay me down and die. Poor Mary (his wife) lies on 

 Shupanga brae, ' and beeks foment the sun.' ' 



A more pathetic allusion to a sad circumstance was never made 

 than is contained in these few lines. He must have a hard heart 

 indeed, who can read them without emotion as he thinks of the 

 wild, lonesome spot where this noble and courageous woman 

 reposes, so far from home and civilization, wrapt in the mysteries 

 of nature, alone with nature's God. 



