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AFRICA AND ITS EXPLORATION. 
“ Shall you not see him again ? ” 
“ I hope to.” 
“ Where ? ” 
“Above, I hope.” 
“ Ah ! we have heard that the white people by the 
sea came from above. Should you see him again, tell 
him that Ndala is sorry, and that he is angry with 
Massassa for taking him from you. We have heard 
from Mowa that he was a good, kind man, and all Zinga 
shall mourn for him. Drink the wine of our palms, 
Munclele, and forget it. The Zinga palms are known 
throughout the lands of the Babwende, and our markets 
are thronged with buyers. The Zinga wine will com- 
fort you, and you will not be troubled with your 
sorrow.” 
Sympathy, real and pure sympathy, was here offered 
after their lights, which, though rude, was not unkind. 
The large crowds without spoke together in low subdued 
tones, the women gazed upon me with mild eyes, and 
their hands upon their lips, as though sincerely affected 
by the tragic fate of my companion. 
The effect on the Wangwana was different. It had 
stupefied them, benumbing their faculties of feeling, of 
hope, and of action. From this date began that ex- 
hibition of apathetic sullenness and lack of feeling for 
themselves, and for their comrades, which distinguished 
their after-life in the cataracts. The slightest illness 
would cause them to lean against a rock, or crouch by 
the fire in the posture of despair. They never opened 
their lips to request help or medicine, and as they were 
inaccessible to solicitude for themselves, they had none 
to bestow on others. After this fatal day I could 
scarcely get a reply to my questions when anxious to 
know what their ailments were. Familiarity with many 
forms of disease, violent and painful deaths, and severe 
accidents had finally deadened, almost obliterated, that 
lively fear of death which they had formerly shown. 
As I looked at the empty tent and the dejected, w r oe- 
stricken servants, a choking sensation of unutterable 
grief filled me. The sorrow-laden mind fondly recalled 
