Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1893-08-19

Bulelu pointed to a step beneath him AN
other came and fell on him, then another
and another; our drums and horns made
noise. and in the forest behind the women
cried. Oh! many men were killed that day,
and 1 saw them debut / was only small
When the sun went down in the sky our
people came with their knives, and during
that night they ate many men. The ground
was everywhere wet with blood. and IL Is
bad for the feet to walk on blood. and"
The boy was growing more and more ex-
cited. Mr.. Ward interrupted him in HIS
CHASTITY story, and they went for q walk
through rural lanes. The peaceful bleat-
ing of sheep and the joyous song OF the lark
sounded strangely" says Mr.. Ward, when
ones thoughts were far away in savage
Africa At length We halted by the banks
of the River Colne, and while Bulelu sat.
absorbed in watching the trout darling
through the water. INDUCED in a moment
airy reflection upon the probable state OF
mind likely to be engenderei in an African
youth. accustomed from earliest infancy TO
view such sights. and to be surrounded by
Buelu. The killing OF an elephant or q
crocodile in that far-of country is a far
more memorable event than the slaughter
of human being. And yet there is moth
ing in this lads manner suggestive of a
savage disposition: on the contrary, he ap-
pears gentle and kind. His voice is soft
and musical and his bearing is respectful
The only outward token of his baroarism
apart from the tribal mark, or 'dikwala,'
cicatrized upon his face. and his pointed
teeth, is TO be found in the peculiarly eva
sive expression of his bloodshot eyes.
His Relatives.
Have you many relatives?" I Inquired OF
Bulelu anxious to ascertain whether the
superstitious scruples which prevent most
central Africans from mentioning the
names OF the dead would stiu influence him
under the present circumstances"
-Four brothers by the same MOTHER
rs your father nvine?" Bulelu erunted
twice and shook his open hand. to imply a
negative answer.
what was your fathers nanle,"
Again Bulelu grunted and replied eva
siveiy: Il was very small at the time. He
vas chieftain with many slaves and
only wife that bore children. An evil spirit
entered his heart and he died from sleep"
sickness, know to the natives as ''bckono,"
is very prevalent throughout the Congo
country. Notwithstanding all his endea-
yors. Nj. Ward failed to elicit the name OF
Would you be satisfied to live always in
this country, Bulelu? All things are good
here. In your country You have but little
pleasure"
Bulelu stared thoughtfully at the Ash in
The river and then replied simply: 81 am
lonely"
Apparently he was picturins to himself
the glare OF the tropical sun upon the
feathery palm trees; the dusky figures OF
the brilliant sunbirds towering around the
tree blossoms; the air animated with
sounds of bees and flies and the chattering
OF monkeys In the great forests; the gor-
geous vegetation on all SIDES and The alum
dance of life.
When you return TO your home at Ban
gala, you will be a great man, Bulelu. You
are the first of your tribe TO leave Africa"
said Mr.. Ward.
Hal When / go back. and tell my peo-
pie OF the wonders OF your country. they
win say. 'Lukuta, koye' you lie). ZambI
te' CNever mind, will reply. 'Rikei
yonsono, malami be- na'mputu. Sofa e
koye.' tAll l say is true. You say I lie
1t is finished. 1 have seen those things;
you have notC" Here Bulelu elevated hts
eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders then
smiled with satisfaction at the indisputa hle
logic with which he is prepared to vanQulsh
his skeptical kinsmen.