Dr Livingstone tells us that, on the average, about one out of every five captured human beings reaches the coast alive. The other four perish or are murdered on the way, so that the thirty thousand annually exported, as stated by Sir Bartle Frere, represents a loss of 150,000 human beings annually from the east coast alone, altogether irrespective of the enormous and constant flow of slaves to the north by way of the White Nile and Egypt.
Yoosoofs venture was therefore but a drop in the vast river of blood which is drained annually from poor Africas veinsblood which flows at the present time as copiously and constantly as it ever did in the days of oldblood which cries aloud to God for vengeance, and for the flow of which we, as a nation, are far from blameless.
Chapter Four.
In Which Our Heroes See Strange Sights at Zanzibar, and Resolve Upon Taking a Bold Step
Before proceeding to the Seychelles, the Firefly touched at the island of Zanzibar, and there landed our hero Harold Seadrift and his comrade in misfortune, Disco Lillihammer.
Here, one brilliant afternoon, the two friends sat down under a palm-tree to hold what Disco called a palaver. The spot commanded a fine view of the town and harbour of Zanzibar.
We repeat that the afternoon was brilliant, but it is right to add that it required an African body and mind fully to appreciate the pleasures of it. The suns rays were blistering, the heat was intense, and the air was stifling. Harold lay down and gasped, Disco followed his example, and sighed. After a few minutes spent in a species of imbecile contemplation of things in general, the latter raised himself to a sitting posture, and proceeded slowly to fill and light his pipe. Harold was no smoker, but he derived a certain dreamy enjoyment from gazing at Disco, and wondering how he could smoke in such hot weather.
Well get used to it I spose, like the eels, observed Disco, when the pipe was in full blast.
Of course we shall, replied Harold; and now that we have come to an anchor, let me explain the project which has been for some days maturing in my mind.
All right; fire away, sir, said the sailor, blowing a long thin cloud from his lips.
You are aware, said Harold, that I came out here as supercargo of my fathers vessel, (Disco nodded), but you are not aware that my chief object in coming was to see a little of the world in general, and of the African part of it in particular. Since my arrival you and I have seen a few things, which have opened up my mind in regard to slavery; we have now been a fortnight in this town, and my fathers agent has enlightened me still further on the subject, insomuch that I now feel within me an intense desire to make an excursion into the interior of Africa; indeed, I have resolved to do so, for the purpose of seeing its capabilities in a commercial point of view, of observing how the slave-trade is conducted at its fountain-head, and of enjoying a little of the scenery and the sport peculiar to this land of Ham.
Wy, you speaks like a book, sir, said Disco, emitting a prolonged puff, an it aint for the likes me to give an opinion on that there; but if I may make bold to ax, sir, how do you mean to travelon the back of a elephant or a ry-noceris?for it seems to me that there aint much in the shape o locomotives or busses hereaboutsnot even cabs.
I shall go in a canoe, replied Harold; but my reason for broaching the subject just now is, that I may ask if you are willing to go with me.
Theres no occasion to ax that sir; Im your mannorth or south, east or west, its all the same to me. Ive bin born to roll about the world, and it matters little whether I rolls ashore or afloatthough I prefers the latter.
Well, then, thats settled, said Harold, with a look of satisfaction; I have already arranged with our agent here to advance me what I require in the way of funds, and shall hire men and canoes when we get down to the Zambesi
The Zam-wot, sir?
The Zambesi; did you never hear of it before?
Never, nor dont know wot it is, sir.
It is a river; one of the largest on the east coast, which has been well described by Dr Livingstone, that greatest of travellers, whose chief object in travelling is, as he himself says, to raise the negroes out of their present degraded condition, and free them from the curse of slavery.
Thats the man to my mind, said Disco emphatically; good luck to him.But wen dyou mean to start for the Zambizzy, sir?
In a few days. It will take that time to get everything ready, and our money packed.
Our money packed! echoed the sailor, with a look of surprise, wy, wot dye mean!
Just what I say. The money current in the interior of Africa is rather cumbrous, being neither more nor less than goods. Youll never guess what sorttry.
Rum, said Disco.
No.
Pipes and baccy.
Harold shook his head.
Never could guess nothin, said Disco, replacing the pipe, which he had removed for a few moments from his lips; I gives it up.
What would you say to cotton cloth, and thick brass wire, and glass beads, being the chief currency in Central Africa? said Harold.
You dont mean it, sir?
Indeed I do, and as these articles must be carried in large quantities, if we mean to travel far into the land, there will be more bales and coils than you and I could well carry in our waistcoat pockets.
Thats true, sir, replied Disco, looking earnestly at a couple of negro slaves who chanced to pass along the neighbouring footpath at that moment, singing carelessly. Them poor critters dont seem to be so miserable after all.
That is because the nigger is naturally a jolly, light-hearted fellow, said Harold, and when his immediate and more pressing troubles are removed he accommodates himself to circumstances, and sings, as you hear. If these fellows were to annoy their masters and get a thrashing, youd hear them sing in another key. The evils of most things dont show on the surface. You must get behind the scenes to understand them. You and I have already had one or two peeps behind the scenes.
We have indeed, sir, replied Disco, frowning, and closing his fists involuntarily, as he thought of Yoosoof and the dhow.
Now, then, said Harold, rising, as Disco shook the ashes out of his little black pipe, and placed that beloved implement in the pocket of his coat, let us return to the harbour, and see what chance there is of getting a passage to the Zambesi, in an honest trading dhowif there is such a thing in Zanzibar.
On their way to the harbour they had to pass through the slave-market. This was not the first time they had visited the scene of this iniquitous traffic, but neither Harold nor Disco could accustom themselves to it. Every time they entered the market their feelings of indignation became so intense that it was with the utmost difficulty they could control them. When Disco saw handsome negro men and good-looking girls put up for public sale,their mouths rudely opened, and their teeth examined by cool, calculating Arabs, just as if they had been domestic cattlehis spirit boiled within him, his fingers tingled, and he felt a terrible inclination to make a wild attack, single-handed, on the entire population of Zanzibar, though he might perish in the execution of vengeance and the relief of his feelings! We need scarcely add that his discretion saved him. They soon reached the small square in which the market was held. Here they saw a fine-looking young woman sold to a grave elderly Arab for a sum equal to about eight pounds sterling. Passing hastily on, they observed another lot, a tall stalwart man, having his various points examined, and stopped to see the result. His owner, thinking, perhaps, that he seemed a little sluggish in his movements, raised his whip and caused it to fall upon his flank with such vigour that the poor fellow, taken by surprise, leaped high into the air, and uttered a yell of pain. The strength and activity of the man were unquestionable, and he soon found a purchaser.