Round the black man's garden (1893) (14776242245)

Identifier: roundblackmansga00colv (find matches)
Title: Round the black man's garden
Year: 1893 (1890s)
Authors: Colvile, Zélie Isabelle Richaud de Préville, lady
Subjects: Africa -- Description and travel
Publisher: Edinburgh and London, W. Blackwood and sons
Contributing Library: Mugar Memorial Library, Boston University
Digitizing Sponsor: Boston University



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23ened to be near. Harry tells me one of oursimandoits seemed very much astonished when Iflung my arms round him! I implored them towave signals of distress to a ship we saw steam-ing in towards the port; but of course that was ofno use, for w^e were a mere speck on the waters.At last Monsieur Martini, getting quite alarmed atthe state I was in, got the men to paddle, which didlittle good till the tide turned, and finally landed usat Mojanga at 10 p.m. Our landing was done under great difiiculties. Itwas pitch-dark ; we had no lights ; and being unableto attract the notice of any one on shore, our menhad to jump into the water and carry us. MonsieurCazeneuve accosted some French sailors who werepassing, and having ascertained that the ship thenat anchor in the harbour was the one sent to takehim to Diego Suarez, proposed that we should gowith him to see the French Consul—with whom thesailors had told him their Captain was dining—andsee what could be done for us. We gladly followed
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IX THE AUTHOR ON ARRIVAL AT MOJANGA. MOJANGA. 227 him, and after roaming about the streets for sometime trying to find the Consulate, Monsieur Martinistopped at an Indian merchants shop to ask theway. They were extremely rude, and in an off-hand manner said, There is no French Consulhere, at which Monsieur Martini began abusingthem, only making them laugh. I then steppedforward and asked them the same question in Eng-lish, and got the idiotic answer, or rather question, Do you speak English ? to which I paid no atten-tion, again asking them if they would kindly showus the way to the French Consulate, feeling in myheart that I could murder them I One of them thengot up and sent a black boy to be our guide. Arrived at the house, we were ushered u)3-stairs,where four Frenchmen were sitting smoking andenjoying tin grogiie. Their expressions when theysaw us were amusing. And no wonder! for we werein a most dilapidated condition. I felt positivelyashamed of myself, with my hair hanging down