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yards of cotton cloth j but my stock was small, and I claimed a 
special privilege as having come from the interior, as the natives 
do. A young Portuguese trader, who insists on accompanying 
me (and I cannot prevent him), gave three four-gallon kegs of 
rum, a case of gin, six hundred yards of cloth, fifty pounds of 
powder, and one or two guns. A Portuguese priest told me 
he had to give one four-gallon keg of rum, two hundred yards 
of cloth, two blankets, six shirts, his own silver watch, and some 
other small things. Senhor Porto never returns from the coast 
without bringing as tribute far more than this. 
I expect to cross the Quanza before the end of the present 
month. The other day I sent off a message to the small chief 
there, to advise him of my coming. Giving such men time to 
think over any proposal at once inspires confidence. 
MY LOST BOY, KAUKASHIA. 
Whilst staying in Bihe I found out the truth respecting my boy 
Kaukashia, whom I had brought from the Barotse Valley, and left 
sick at Beimonte. On my first return from Benguella they told 
me he had died during my absence. My other lad, Dick, how- 
ever, was not so credulous as I was, and he continued to question 
these people, and to say, " If Kaukashia is dead, show me where 
they have buried him." As they could not do so, his suspicions 
were aroused ; and upon being informed of them, I made further 
enquiry, and found, to my great sorrow, that Kaukashia had been 
induced by a man living at Beimonte to go out to the forest to 
gather firewood with him, and then he was either sold or handed 
over to some accomplice to sell. Dear little chap, it is hard to 
lose him in this way. Often have I heard the groan and the 
sorrow of this land, in its bondage and slavery, but now I seem 
to feel the pang of it. I bow to God's will in this loss, and trust 
it may be His way of leading me into a deeper sympathy with 
the downtrodden children of Africa. 
A woman's cruelty. 
Another sad case came before me at this time. A little boy, 
about eight or nine years old, who belonged to a town close by, 
came to beg some food from me. I saw that both his hands 
were in a sad condition. The left one was completely distorted, 
