In Afric’s Forest and Jungle 
lized world, and I have thought some account of 
my long residence among them would not be 
wholly uninteresting. 
Some years have elapsed since, just twenty-one 
years old, I entered the country. The striking 
incidents of my life made a vivid and lasting im¬ 
pression on my memory and the reader may be 
assured that this book is a narration of facts only: 
it does not contain a single line of fiction. 
After a somewhat eventful voyage of thirty- 
three days from the time that Cape Henry faded 
from our view, the joyful cry, “Land O!” 
sounded from the masthead. Oh, the excite¬ 
ment, the joy, the curiosity! But it was not un¬ 
til next day that we entered the beautiful harbor 
of Freetown, Sierra Leone. 
Of the origin and wonderful history of this 
place, so much has been written that it will be a 
needless repetition for me to add anything. I had 
intended to take the West African mail steamer 
here for Lagos, Bight of Benin, but our captain 
refused to pay port dues and was compelled to 
discharge his cargo outside. This stubbornness on 
his part compelled me to remain on our vessel 
until she arrived at Cape Palmas, two months 
later. When I saw the beautiful mail steamer 
come in and then go out without me, 1 realized 
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