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FKUITS OF JESUIT TEACHING. 
Chap. XIX. 
Arsenio de Carpo, wlio spoke a Kttle English. He recommended 
wine for my debility, and here I took the first glass of that 
beverage I had taken in Africa. I felt much refreshed, and could 
then realize and meditate on the weakening effects of the fever. 
They were curious even to myself, for, though I had tried several 
times since we left Ngio to take lunar observations, I could not 
avoid confusion of time and distance, neither could I hold the 
instrument steady, nor perform a simple calculation; hence many 
of the positions of tliis part of the route were left till my return 
from Loanda. Often, on getting up in the mornings, I found my 
clothmg as wet from perspfration as if it had been dipped in 
water. In vain had I tried to learn or collect words of the 
Bunda, or dialect spoken in Angola. I forgot the days of the 
week and the names of my companions, and, had I been asked, 
I probably could not have told my own. The complaint itself 
occupied many of my thoughts. One day I supposed that I had 
got the true theory of it, and would certainly cure the next 
attack whether in myself or companions, but some new symptoms 
would appear, and scatter aU the fine speculations wliich had 
sprung up, with extraordinary fertfiity, in one department of my 
brain. 
This district is said to contain upwards of 40,000 souls. Some 
ten or twelve miles to the north of the village of Ambaca, there 
once stood the missionary station of Cahenda, and it is now quite 
astonishing to observe tlie great numbers who can read and wiite 
in tliis district. This is the fruit of the labours of the Jesuit and 
Capuchin missionaries, for they taught the people of Ambaca; 
and ever since the expulsion of the teachers by the Marquis of 
Pombal, the natives have continued to teach each other. These 
devoted men are still held in high estimation throughout the 
country to this day. All speak weU of them (os padres Jesuitas), 
and now that they are gone fr’om this lower sphere, I could not 
help wishing that these our Koman Cathohc feUow-Cliristians had 
felt it to be their duty to give the people the Bible, to be a light 
to their feet when the good men themselves were gone. 
When sleeping in the house of the Commandant an insect, well 
known in the southern country by the name Tampan, bit my foot. 
It is a kind of tick, and chooses by preference the parts between 
the fingers or toes for inflicting its bite. It is seen from the size 
