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Their
master
was
a
rich
Arab
trader
,
who
in
a
few
days
would
send
them
to
Lake
Tanganyika
,
the
great
thoroughfare
for
slaves
;
then
,
from
that
point
,
toward
the
factories
of
Zanzibar
Would
they
ever
reach
there
,
through
the
most
unhealthy
and
the
most
dangerous
countries
of
Central
Africa
?
Fifteen
hundred
miles
to
march
under
these
conditions
,
in
the
midst
of
frequent
wars
,
raised
and
carried
on
between
chiefs
,
in
a
murderous
climate
.
Was
old
Tom
strong
enough
to
support
such
misery
?
Would
he
not
fall
on
the
road
like
old
Nan
?
But
the
poor
men
were
not
separated
.
The
chain
that
held
them
all
was
lighter
to
carry
.
The
Arab
trader
would
evidently
take
care
of
merchandise
which
promised
him
a
large
profit
in
the
Zanzibar
market
.
Tom
,
Bat
,
Acteon
,
and
Austin
then
left
the
place
.
They
saw
and
heard
nothing
of
the
scene
which
was
to
end
the
great
"
lakoni
"
of
Kazounde
.
It
was
four
o'clock
in
the
afternoon
when
a
loud
noise
of
drums
,
cymbals
,
and
other
instruments
of
African
origin
resounded
at
the
end
of
the
principal
street
.
In
all
corners
of
the
market-place
the
animation
was
redoubled
.
Half
a
day
of
cries
and
wrestling
had
neither
weakened
the
voices
nor
broken
the
limbs
of
these
abominable
traders
.
A
large
number
of
slaves
still
remained
to
be
sold
.
The
traders
disputed
over
the
lots
with
an
ardor
of
which
the
London
Exchange
would
give
but
an
imperfect
idea
,
even
on
a
day
when
stocks
were
rising
.
All
business
was
stopped
,
and
the
criers
took
their
breath
as
soon
as
the
discordant
concert
commenced
.
The
King
of
Kazounde
,
Moini
Loungga
,
had
come
to
honor
the
great
"
lakoni
"
with
a
visit
.
A
numerous
train
of
women
,
officers
,
soldiers
and
slaves
followed
him
.
Alvez
and
some
other
traders
went
to
meet
him
,
and
naturally
exaggerated
the
attention
which
this
crowned
brute
particularly
enjoyed
.
Moini
Loungga
was
carried
in
an
old
palanquin
,
and
descended
,
not
without
the
aid
of
a
dozen
arms
,
in
the
center
of
the
large
square
.
This
king
was
fifty
years
old
,
but
he
looked
eighty
.
Imagine
a
frightful
monkey
who
had
reached
extreme
old
age
;
on
his
head
a
sort
of
crown
,
ornamented
with
leopard
's
claws
,
dyed
red
,
and
enlarged
by
tufts
of
whitish
hair
;
this
was
the
crown
of
the
sovereigns
of
Kazounde
.
From
his
waist
hung
two
petticoats
made
of
leather
,
embroidered
with
pearls
,
and
harder
than
a
blacksmith
's
apron
.
He
had
on
his
breast
a
quantity
of
tattooing
which
bore
witness
to
the
ancient
nobility
of
the
king
;
and
,
to
believe
him
,
the
genealogy
of
Moini
Loungga
was
lost
in
the
night
of
time
.
On
the
ankles
,
wrists
and
arms
of
his
majesty
,
bracelets
of
leather
were
rolled
,
and
he
wore
a
pair
of
domestic
shoes
with
yellow
tops
,
which
Alvez
had
presented
him
with
about
twenty
years
before
.
His
majesty
carried
in
his
left
hand
a
large
stick
with
a
plated
knob
,
and
in
his
right
a
small
broom
to
drive
away
flies
,
the
handle
of
which
was
enriched
with
pearls
.
