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cannibals, and by others that Livingstone intended to make 

 slaves of them, they followed him trustingly and lovingly as his 

 children, as they called themselves. 



Having been kindly provided with a guide by the com- 

 mander at Cassange, the party resumed their journey on the 

 21st of April, and going twenty miles stood at the foot of the 

 Tola Mung;ou°;o, which is the western wall of this wonderful 

 valley, and after an hour of climbing were again on a lofty table 

 land, from which they could look back a hundred miles to the 

 borders of Londa. Geologists may find here, if they wish, a 

 problem. They may undertake to tell the world how long ago 

 it was when this broad chasm did not exist, but Tola Mun- 

 gongo and Masamba Ridge were one. But while the scientists 

 are making their calculations, the world will move on, and his- 

 tory will be growing about these strange, wild clhTs, and nations 

 succeeding each other on table lands and valleys. The journey 

 to Loanda was attended now with only such delays as the kind- 

 ness of the Portuguese at various settlements induced and the 

 barter with natives for food occasioned. It led them first along 

 a beautiful country, where splendid forests were threaded by a 

 number of beautiful streams and inhabited by " true negroes." 

 Then through the district of Ambaca, where the traces of Jesuit 

 labor linger in the intelligence of the people, and the men 

 themselves live yet in the love of those they sought to elevate. 

 After that came a mountainous region which delighted the 

 highland heart of Livingstone, and brought back to his mind 

 many a view which charms the traveller in his own dear Scot- 

 land — a region wildly beautiful and remarkably fertile. As 

 they came nearer to the coast the life was not so vigorous, the 

 scene became sterile. 



On the 31st of May the party looked out on the Atlantic 

 from the brow of the hill which overlooks the city of Loanda, 

 where all at once, as the Makololo expressed it, the world said, 

 " I am finished ; there is no more of me." 



