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Title: Stanley and the white heroes in Africa; being an edition from Mr. Stanley's late personal writings on the Emin Pasha relief expedition ..
Year: 1890 (1890s)
Authors: Kelsey, D. M., (from old catalog) comp
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Publisher: St. Louis and Philadelphia, Scammel & company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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ll around that the white man, of whom Mtesasmother had dreamed, had landed. Numerous kettles and bassdrums sounded a noisy welcome, and flags, banners and ban-nerets waved, and the people gave a great shout. Yery muchamazed at all this ceremonious and pompous greeting, I strodeup toward the great standard, near which stood a short youngman, dressed in a crimson robe which covered an immaculatelywhite dress of bleached cotton, before whom Magassa, whohad hurried ashore, kneeled reverently, and turning to mebegged me to understand that this short young man was theKatekiro. Not knowing very well who the Katekiro was, Ionly bowed, which, strange to say, was imitated by him, onlythat his bow was far more profound and stately than mine. Iwas perplexed, confused, embarrassed, and I believe I blushedinwardly at all this regal reception, though I hope I did notbetray my embarrassment. *A dozen well-dressed people now came forward, andgrasping my hand declared in the Swahili language that I was
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STANLEY CROSSES THE DARK CONTINENT. 525 welcome to Uganda. The Katekiro motioned with his head,and amid a perfect concourse of. beaten drums, which drownedall conversation, we walked side by side, and followed by cu-rious thousands, to a court-yard, and a circle of grass-thatchedhuts surrounding a larger house, which I was told were myquarters. The Katekiro and several of the chiefs accompanied me tomy new hut, and a very sociable conversation took place.There was present a native of Zanzibar, named Tori, whom Ishortly discovered to be chief drummer, engineer, and generaljack-of-all-trades for the Kabaka. From this clever, ingeniousman I obtained the information that the Katekiro was theprime minister, or the Kabakas deputy. * * * * Wsi-ganda, as I found subsequently, were not in the habit of re-maining incurious before a stranger. Hosts of questions werefired off at me about my health, my journey and its aim, Zanzibar,Europe and its peoples, the seas and the heavens, sun, moonand sta

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