chiefs set up for themselves, and, in a few years, the remembrance only of the empire remains.This, which may be considered as the normal state of African society, gives rise to frequent and desolating wars, and the people long in vain for a power able to make all dwell in peace.In this light, a European colony would be considered by the natives as an inestimable boon to intertropical Africa.Thousands of industrious natives would gladly settle round it, and engage in that peaceful pursuit of agriculture and trade of which they are so fond, and, undistracted by wars or rumours of wars, might listen to the purifying and ennobling truths of the gospel of Jesus Christ.The Manganja on the Zambesi, like their countrymen on the Shire, are fond of agriculture; and, in addition to the usual varieties of food, cultivate tobacco and cotton in quantities more than equal to their wants.To the question, "Would they work for Europeans?" an affirmative answer may be given, if the Europeans belong to the class which can pay a reasonable price for labour, and not to that of adventurers who want employment for themselves.All were particularly well clothed from Sandia's to Pangola's; and it was noticed that all the cloth was of native manufacture, the product of their own looms.In Senga a great deal of iron is obtained from the ore and manufactured very cleverly.
As is customary when a party of armed strangers visits the village, Pangola took the precaution of sleeping in one of the outlying hamlets.No one ever knows, or at any rate will tell, where the chief sleeps.He came not next morning, so we went our way; but in a few moments we saw the rifle-loving chief approaching with some armed men.Before meeting us, he left the path and drew up his "following"under a tree, expecting us to halt, and give him a chance of bothering us again; but, having already had enough of that, we held right on:he seemed dumbfoundered, and could hardly believe his own eyes.For a few seconds he was speechless, but at last recovered so far as to be able to say, "You are passing Pangola.Do you not see Pangola?"Mbia was just going by at the time with the donkey, and, proud of every opportunity of airing his small stock of English, shouted in reply, "All right! then get on.""Click, click, click."
On the 26th June we breakfasted at Zumbo, on the left bank of the Loangwa, near the ruins of some ancient Portuguese houses.The Loangwa was too deep to be forded, and there were no canoes on our side.Seeing two small ones on the opposite shore, near a few recently erected huts of two half-castes from Tette, we halted for the ferry-men to come over.From their movements it was evident that they were in a state of rollicking drunkenness.Having a waterproof cloak, which could be inflated into a tiny boat, we sent Mantlanyane across in it.Three half-intoxicated slaves then brought us the shaky canoes, which we lashed together and manned with our own canoe-men.Five men were all that we could carry over at a time; and after four trips had been made the slaves began to clamour for drink; not receiving any, as we had none to give, they grew more insolent, and declared that not another man should cross that day.Sininyane was remonstrating with them, when a loaded musket was presented at him by one of the trio.In an instant the gun was out of the rascal's hands, a rattling shower of blows fell on his back, and he took an involuntary header into the river.He crawled up the bank a sad and sober man, and all three at once tumbled from the height of saucy swagger to a low depth of slavish abjectness.The musket was found to have an enormous charge, and might have blown our man to pieces, but for the promptitude with which his companions administered justice in a lawless land.We were all ferried safely across by 8.
o'clock in the evening.
