DEPASTURE FROM PUNGO ANDONGO. 4(55 



CHAPTER XXII. 



Leave Pungo Andongo. — Extent of Portuguese Power. — Meet Traders and Carri- 

 ers. — Red Ants ; their fierce Attack ; Usefulness ; Numbers. — Descend the 

 Heights of Tala Mungongo. — Fruit-trees in the Valley of Cassange. — Edible 

 Muscle.— Birds. — Cassange Village. — Quinine and Cathory. — Sickness of Cap- 

 tain Neves' Infant. — A Diviner thrashed. — Death of the Child. — Mourning. — 

 Loss of Life from the Ordeal. — Wide-spread Superstitions. — The Chieftainship. — 

 Charms. — Receive Copies of the "Times." — Trading Pombeiros. — Present for 

 Matiamvo. — Fever after westerly "Winds. — Capabilities of Angola for producing 

 the raw Materials of English Manufacture. — Trading Parties with Ivory. — More 

 Fever. — A Hyaena's Choice. — Makololo Opinion of the Portuguese. — Cypriano's 

 Debt. — A Funeral. — Dread of disembodied Spirits. — Beautiful Morning Scenes. 

 — Crossing the Quango. — Ambakistas called "The Jews of Angola." — Fashions 

 of theBashinje. — Approach the Village of Sansawe. — His Idea of Dignity. — The 

 Pombeiros' Present. — Long Detention. — A Blow on the Beard. — Attacked in a 

 Forest. — Sudden Conversion of a fighting Chief to Peace Principles by means of 

 a Revolver. — No Blood shed in consequence. — Rate of Traveling. — Slave Women. 

 — Way of addressing Slaves. — Their thievish Propensities. — Feeders of the Con- 

 go or Zaire. — Obliged to refuse Presents. — Cross the Loajima. — Appearance of 

 People ; Hair Fashions. 



January 1, 1855. Having, through the kindness of Colonel 

 Pires, reproduced some of my lost papers, I left Pungo Andongo 

 the first day of this year, and at Candumba, slept in one of the 

 dairy establishments of my friend, who had sent forward orders 

 for an ample supply of butter, cheese, and milk. Our path lay 

 along the right bank of the Coanza. This is composed of the 

 same sandstone rock, with pebbles, which forms the flooring of the 

 country. The land is level, has much open forest, and is well 

 adapted for pasturage. 



On reaching the confluence of the Lombe, we left the river, and 

 proceeded in a northeasterly direction, through a fine open green 

 country, to the village of Malange, where we struck into our 

 former path. A few miles to the west of this a path branches off 

 to a new district named the Duke Braganza. This path crosses 

 the Lucalla and several of its feeders. The whole of the country 

 drained by these is described as extremely fertile. The territory 



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