In Afric’s Forest and Jungle 
“Why don't you throw him into the bushes 
and let the hyenas eat him ? ” said he, his eye 
gleaming with suppressed ferocity. 
“I am not strong enough to carry the man,” 
said 1, jokingly. 
“Then burn him with hot irons and make him 
walk,” replied he. 
But the difference in our habits of thought was 
not always so painful. The appearance of my 
wife on the street was always the signal for the 
assembling of a crowd of children who followed 
us commenting all the time on something about 
our dress or manners. One exclaimed, “ Look 
at the cloth ! Look at the cloth ! ” Another (in 
a sort of undertone) “What a fool the white 
man is. He cuts his clothes all up into little 
pieces and then sews them up again.” And so 
on. 
Their dress and many of their customs showed 
their ancient and Eastern origin, and what I saw 
and heard around me frequently reminded me of 
scenes and incidents described in the Bible. This 
novelty was by no means displeasing, but rather 
added to the interest 1 felt in these people. 
Among our children was a bright little lass of 
copper color. She had a copper bracelet on her 
wrist but would not tell us what it meant. One 
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