CHAPTER VII. 



ANGOLA. 



Anxiety — A Single Englishman — Sickness — Mr. Gabriel's Kindness — Settlement 

 of Loanda — Portuguese Failure — Two Things Unfortunate — Makololo at 

 Work — The Ship "a Town"— Livingstone's Relapse — Long Illness — What 

 Might have Been — Slave Trade — Slavery in Africa — Grounds of Livingstone's 

 Opposition — Negligent Cultivation of the Soil — Two Shillings a Month — 

 Fetich Worship — Portuguese Policy — Ivory Trade — Unpaid Labor — Mania 

 for Litigation — "Big Funerals" — The Poison Ordeal — Wild Animals — The 

 Self-denial — Looking Eastward — Departure from Loanda — Makololo Boastings 

 — The " True Ancients" — A Remarkable Insect — Ambaca — Church or Jail — 

 Catholic Mistake — Pungo Andongo — On the Road — Difficulties of Ox-Riding 

 — Traders — Beeswax and Elephant Tusks — Liliputian Monster — Descending 

 from "Tola Mungongo " — Cassange — Drunkenness— The Quango Again. 



The city was strange ; the sea was unconscious. " Are there 

 friends in the city ? Are there tidings on the sea?" The fare- 

 well had been spoken two years ago. There had been no coun- 

 sel, there had been no encouragement. The wilderness had 

 been cheerless and the way had been long. The stoutest heart 

 sometimes wants to lean itself upon another heart; the most 

 vigorous frame may be worn by toil and anxiety. Is it strange 

 that the strong man staggered to the brow of the hill and con- 

 fessed a sinking heart as he looked down on the city and out on 

 the sea ? And is it wonderful that he was glad when he found 

 flowers blooming about the door of the only Englishman in 

 Loanda ? Flowers are silent and frail, they are expressive and 

 powerful; they control human passions like love, and smile a 

 welcome sweeter than words may tell. It is a beautiful thing 

 to enter a generous home across beds of flowers. The .home of 

 Mr. Gabriel proved itself worthy of the hopes of the sick and 

 destitute man of God and friend of men who sought its door. 

 Dr. Livingstone was received like a brother. But his strength 

 was gone. The brother's care was timely. Like a racer whom 

 no fatigue can master until the goal is won, he had triumphed, 

 but sank down helplessly in his success. 

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