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Jose-Antonio
Alvez
,
already
advanced
in
years
,
was
not
,
as
one
might
suppose
,
a
"
msoungou
,
"
that
is
to
say
,
a
man
of
the
white
race
.
There
was
nothing
Portuguese
about
him
but
his
name
,
borrowed
,
no
doubt
,
for
the
needs
of
commerce
.
He
was
a
real
negro
,
well
known
among
traders
,
and
called
Kenndele
.
He
was
born
,
in
fact
,
at
Donndo
,
or
the
borders
of
the
Coanza
.
He
had
commenced
by
being
simply
the
agent
of
the
slave-brokers
,
and
would
have
finished
as
a
famous
trader
,
that
is
to
say
,
in
the
skin
of
an
old
knave
,
who
called
himself
the
most
honest
man
in
the
world
.
Cameron
met
this
Alvez
in
the
latter
part
of
1874
,
at
Kilemmba
,
the
capital
of
Kassonngo
,
chief
of
Ouroua
.
He
guided
Cameron
with
his
caravan
to
his
own
establishment
at
Bihe
,
over
a
route
of
seven
hundred
miles
.
The
convoy
of
slaves
,
on
arriving
at
Kazounde
,
had
been
conducted
to
the
large
square
.
It
was
the
26th
of
May
.
Dick
Sand
's
calculations
were
then
verified
.
The
journey
had
lasted
thirty-eight
days
from
the
departure
of
the
army
encamped
on
the
banks
of
the
Coanza
.
Five
weeks
of
the
most
fearful
miseries
that
human
beings
could
support
.
It
was
noon
when
the
train
entered
Kazounde
.
The
drums
were
beaten
,
horns
were
blown
in
the
midst
of
the
detonations
of
fire-arms
.
The
soldiers
guarding
the
caravan
discharged
their
guns
in
the
air
,
and
the
men
employed
by
Jose-Antonio
Alvez
replied
with
interest
.
All
these
bandits
were
happy
at
meeting
again
,
after
an
absence
which
had
lasted
for
four
months
.
They
were
now
going
to
rest
and
make
up
for
lost
time
in
excesses
and
idleness
.
The
prisoners
then
formed
a
total
of
two
hundred
and
fifty
,
the
majority
being
completely
exhausted
.
After
having
been
driven
like
cattle
,
they
were
to
be
shut
up
in
pens
,
which
American
farmers
would
not
have
used
for
pigs
.
Twelve
or
fifteen
hundred
other
captives
awaited
them
,
all
of
whom
would
be
exposed
in
the
market
at
Kazounde
on
the
next
day
but
one
.
These
pens
were
filled
up
with
the
slaves
from
the
caravan
.
The
heavy
forks
had
been
taken
off
them
,
but
they
were
still
in
chains
.
The
"
pagazis
"
had
stopped
on
the
square
after
having
disposed
of
their
loads
of
ivory
,
which
the
Kazounde
dealers
would
deliver
.
Then
,
being
paid
with
a
few
yards
of
calico
or
other
stuff
at
the
highest
price
,
they
would
return
and
join
some
other
caravan
.
Old
Tom
and
his
companions
had
been
freed
from
the
iron
collar
which
they
had
carried
for
five
weeks
.
Bat
and
his
father
embraced
each
other
,
and
all
shook
hands
;
but
no
one
ventured
to
speak
.
What
could
they
say
that
would
not
be
an
expression
of
despair
.
Bat
,
Acteon
and
Austin
,
all
three
vigorous
,
accustomed
to
hard
work
,
had
been
able
to
resist
fatigue
;
but
old
Tom
,
weakened
by
privations
,
was
nearly
exhausted
.
A
few
more
days
and
his
corpse
would
have
been
left
,
like
poor
Nan
's
,
as
food
for
the
beasts
of
the
province
.
As
soon
as
they
arrived
,
the
four
men
had
been
placed
in
a
narrow
pen
,
and
the
door
had
been
at
once
shut
upon
them
.
There
they
had
found
some
food
,
and
they
awaited
the
trader
's
visit
,
with
whom
,
although
quite
in
vain
,
they
intended
to
urge
the
fact
that
they
were
Americans
.
