Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1885-10-17

sfanley's Account Of His Way OF Fright.
ening an African King.

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Among tho stories which Stanley
tells in s.The Congo il this: s'On one
occasion be was satisfied that the chief
whom no had just met intended treach-
cry, and as the African c:lme daily to
the camp with constantly increasing
bodies OF armed men. he resolved TO
teach him lesson. When he thought
the native plot was ripe for execution
he concealed MI the forces of the expe-
dition about the .caup and awaited an
expected visit The chief came, ac-
companied BY his usual train, anil all
seated themselves for palaver. The
ley to pass through his country. while
he was equally determined that The
whites should not The meeting was
stormy. but wOundIup with no open
outbreak. but evidently to the great
dissatisfaction of the chief. When
passing out of the tent he spicd the
gong which was used in the camp for
giving signals as is drum among sol
diers. The chief inquired what it was,
and was told that it wasa war fetish.
He insisted that 1t should be struck, but
told that ii that were done armed men
would arise from every quarter lie
still insisted.
..With all my force / struck the
gong; the loud bell-like tone sounding
IN the silence caused by the hushed at
tention of all upon the scene, was start
ling in the extreme, but as the rapid
strokes were applied vigorously the
continued sound seemed to them like
thunder. They had not recovered from
the first shock Of astonishnhent when
the forms of men were seen bounding
over the gunwale of the boat, right
over their heads. and war whooping in
their ears. From my tent and from
the gorge behind them stream of
frantic infuriates emerged as though
from the earth. The store tent was
violently agitated and finally collapsed,
and yelling crowd of demoniac mad
mon sprang out one after the other ev-
eryone apparently smadder than his
neighbors. The listless, sleepy-eyed
stragglers burst out into perfect
frenzy of action. From under the mats
In the huts there streamed into view
such frantic mob of armed men that
to the panic-stricken natives the sky
and the earth seemed TO be contribut-
ing to the constantly increasing num-
bers of death-dealing warriors. Every
native present, would-be friend and
would-be foe, lost his senses complete
ly; the seated warriors forgot their
guns and He'd before this strange del
uge and awful scene. The ammuni-
ton bearers threw their gourds away;
some were broken and the powder and
sIugs scattered on the ground, and as
Ngalvema was standing, paralyzed
with fear and with his faculties be-
numbed. seized him by the arm and
said softly to him. BE not afraid; re-
member Bula Matari is your brother
Stand behind me. Twill protect you.
The Zanzibaris were now yelling
crowd in front of me, calling ont
tauntingly and menacingly: 'Ha. la.
Ngalyema. You came to fight Bula
Matari. Where are your warriors,
NgalyemaP' There could notbe bet
ter representation of relentless, blood
thirsty fury than that which was shown
by these amateur black actors in the
suddenly improvised scene. Their as
sumed frenzy was the next thing TO
reality. Had not been in the secret,
should also have been duped; while
the valor with which defended my
poor brother, who, with his two hands,
grasped me round the waist, danced
from side to side to avoid furious
strokes from the wild-eyed. men, while
young Enjell clung TO his father and
Of the long forgotten play OF hen and
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