Arizona republican., 1915-09-28
Dan Crawford Again
 In Depths Of Africa Letter from Lecturer and Explorer to Phoenix
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longer visible to the eye More than ! that: it rules the night, and the memo !, ries Of the good that is piled up in the
 past conquers the sorrows of the pres
 ent and pledges a fine future. , l did this route by night on the
 boring out" journey four years ago,
 but this time the moon has failed us,
 therefore, such a venture is barred.
 Further on near Muskove there are six notorious lions who really rule the
 road. And to be minus one moon, but
 plus six man-eaters is a losing trans
 action. For with a sinister impunity
 these cunning Omnivera are ambushed
 in the yellow grass alongside the road,
 and the yellow of the grass so matches
 the yellow of the lions, that these six
 sinners boss the forest one of our own
 Mission boys has been killed herea-
 bouts and all the other men both for
 bear and forswear this double dose of
 yellow peril-yellow grass and yellow lions. So after anxious deliberation we have decided on that not very dignified proceeding by which people live to fight another day Later: These lines were hardly scratched down in pencil
 when native rushed in the breath , catching convulsively in his throat l Yes! we were wise. for these lawless
 lions have killed man just where we passed. Nor is this all. A friend of
 mine has gone the same way, Monsieur ! Mlchau by name. I left this charming | fellow back, and lion gave him a hor- rible death, munching his arm clean | off Correction: I said one of our bows
 was killed, but I was mistaken in my arithmetic-not one. but three. is the l figure)
 But day has it's dangers as well as moonless night. Hanging over us like a hideous doom all day and every day We have tand they have us) the ugly flies that give sleeping sickness, mean the plaguing and persistent tze-tze. These are so blatant that we are forced to be off at about something to four in the morning. Only let the sun get up before you and that will mean by and 1 by. these millions Of merciless flies will almost persuade you life is not worth | living. My African bodyguard is com , posed of tough old roadsters who hap | pily have the rare and wholly enviable | faculty of sleeping any time and any | where Therefore when the days weary l tramp is over we just lie flat in the | forest, pile up the blazing logs, and 1 soon in a manner that admits of no | misconception We are asleep in the | arms of God
 If, peradventure, you followed us up | in the forest I will tell you how and | where we would be found Not sight | but sound would give us away For | long before you sighted the flare of | our camp fires making a clean breast of whereabouts, you would receive a prior promulgation in our evening hymn. Echoing through the woods we make every Crag and hollow give back Gods name, the whole jungle quiver- ing with the sacred sound. Thus we wind mp the day enthroning God AL mighty in our tell-tale praise. For
 Be the day weary, or be the day
 long,
 At last it ringeth to even-song" And then it is a powerful contrast grins your mind; I mean that old ob- viOus difference between the old Tes- tament and the New, between Law and Grace. What an inversion there is be- tween our forest hymn and the exile by Babers stream who whined against | singing the Lords song in strange land How shall we sing the Lords song in a strange land? said they: how, indeed? Why, in the New Testament,
  it. Yes, the stranger the land. the newer the song: and the further you go the nearer it gets.
 But before dropping over" we have a quaint morning star password passed round the fires. This word is Lutanda, and it means that we who are about to sleep hereby give to each other solemn rendezvous to awake and be off with the Morning Star. Each re- cumbent group sends round the warn ing word. Lutanda the Morning Star. then over they go snoring steadily to the stars. Huddled up in somnolent attitudes, you can hear one man after another, more asleep than awake. pass it on as his solemn sort of last will and testament for the day-Lutanda What a picture of all who fall asleep in Jes- us. They, too. rest from their labours with that word on their lips; they, too, will rise with the Morning Star.
 But as this is not a diary, need not weary yon with a day in -day-out mar rative. Once and again we faked a food from native products; and better still. We tapped the trees for wild hon ey. Then Guinea fowl put in an ap- pearance and filled our pots, five of these birds falling to one bang of a No. F Greener. But our biggest XII was a great bull Sable Antelope, and with this my hungry men stuffed their stomachs. This beast was shot far off from camp at sunset, and we cut him up in the wierd moonlight to the ad- vancing roar of a malcontent lion. A lot of the land we covered was depopu- {; lated and abandoned to sun and silence. | Thus the days rush past and, last, here we are at Mulangadfs where the homeward run to Luanza begins. The rivers now begin to flow towards l Nweru Glow, that is to say, in the di- l rection We are going. and one glad day 1 a flash Of blue on the right reveals the | south end of the lake. North, still 1 north, We go, and then a curious thing | appears at Kilwa, a rude reminder that you have only got to go far enough east to reach west. For here we enter i