Morning journal and courier., 1882-11-20

Parks Travels, and he could not help re- marking ''You women don't sing that song as it ought to be sung"
 ''Sing it yourself then" retorted the singer. in a cold, heartless way, and thereupon the women passed on and left the wretched whlte man to perish.
 The cruelty of the women made the traveller so indignant that he resolved to make one tremendous effort for life. He managed to rise, after painful exertions and the use of many scientific terms, and hobbled slowly to- ward native village about a quarter of mile away. He had scarcely reached it when he was seized by two gigantic cannibaIs and dragged to the kings palace, where he hoped that either death breakfast, he did not much care which, awaited him.
 The palace consisted of one large room with an enormous throne extending entirely across one end of it. On this throne sat 12 native kings in a TOW, each one with musical in strument in his hand. The one who sat in the middle looked tiercely at the traveller, and demanded of his captors what was the charge against him,
 Poor white trash, Mir. Johnsing," briefly replied the largest of the two cannibals.
 ''Ir. Bones-I should say, prisoner" be- gan the king, 'what do you say for your self?"
 II am white man" replied the traveller but l 'aven't lad any soap for years, so I plead hextenuating circumstances. Besides, 1 am 'ungry. Will you not give me some breakfast ?''
 The king's face grew bright with rage-for it could not grow any darker than it was and he turned to his brother kings, and con- versed with them rapidly in the Mjambwe tongue. They were evidently discussing the fate of the traveller, for presently the middle king cleared his throat and said -
 ''Prisoner, you have forfeited your life, but we are disposed to be merciful You ought properly to be baked alive, and after ward eaten, but we shall pronounce lighter sentence. You will listen attentively while we sing the opening chorus and the favorite plantation melodies, and you will guess every conundrum and laugh at every joke. Say l not wisely, Brother Bones ?''
 A unanimous ''Yah! yah!' from the other kings expressed their approval. No no :" cried the traveller, in a agony of fear. ''Give me some little show. Burn me, if you will, but do not torture me on this 'oly Christmas morning with your haw- full songs and conundrums. I've 'eard them all at 'ome." And in his desperation the wretched man fell on his knees before the native king who had pronounced the dread full sentence. That monarch, indignant be yond measure, raised his guitar and struck the traveller terrible blow over the head the whole earth seemed to reel, and the doomed white man became unconscious. When he regained his senses he found him self sitting on the side of the lake where he had sat the night before. A young man neatly dressed in European clothes stood be- fore him, and remarked, in graceful way, MI Jones, Eelievs.''
 And you are Mir. Smith. I dessay," re- piled the traveller. '"Ave you anything to eat with you ?"
 The young man had been sent to find the traveller. He had with him all sorts of stores, including canned plum pudding and boned turkey. AS he drew the travellers arm In his, and assisted him to the place where breakfast was awaiting them, he said, II wish you a merry Christmas '' It was the merriest Christmas the traveller had ever known, and when he returned to England with more new lakes and two pri- vate sources of the Nile, he said that all his honors could not give him the delight which he had known during his last Christmas in Central Africa after awakening from his ter rible dream of the 12 native kings.