Identifier: myapingikingdo00duch (find matches)
Title: My Apingi kingdom : with life in the great Sahara, and sketches of the chase of the ostrich, hyena, &c.
Year: 1871 (1870s)
Authors: Du Chaillu, Paul Belloni, 1831-1903 Harper & Brothers. pbl
Subjects: Explorers Kings and rulers Animals Shipwrecks Slavery Tsogo (African people) Gabon -- Description and travel Juvenile fiction Africa, West -- Description and travel Juvenile fiction
Publisher: New York : Harper & Brothers
Contributing Library: Princeton Theological Seminary Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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an-pano welcomed me. My houses were in good order, andnothing had been stolen from me. The people aie hon-est, and they love me. I must see the ocean. How it made my heart leapfor joy when I saw the deep blue water! It was grand.I kneeled down on the sand, and thanked God for hisgreat kindness to me, the poor and lonely traveler of thejungle of Equatorial Africa. How glad I was when I returned to that dear littlebamboo house of mine, and looked at the dear littleakoko (my bed), and saw my little clock still on the man-tel-piece waiting for me, though its ticking had ceased.How refreshing it was to see the little comforts thatwere to surround me once more. I immediately went to look into several tin Japaneseboxes which were full of j)ro^asions and other goodthings to eat. In one there was a little coifee and tea,in another some preserved meat, ill others rice, crackers,etc. Not a thing had been .touched. It would neverhave entered the head of good Ranpano or any of hispeople to rob me.
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UNPACKING OF BOXES. -(67 I wish you could have seen how glad the Commi wereto see me; how many fowls and bunches of plantainsthey brought me. I was at home again ; once more I was in my Africanhome, in my little settlement of Washington, Therestood piles upon piles of boxes filled with trophies of myhunting, all well preserved and well kept by the aid ofarsenic, of which, when I left New York, I had takenwith me one hundred pounds. I wish you had been with me when I unpacked the bigboxes which contained the immense collections in natu-ral history I had made. You would have seen that Ihad not been idle. I am sure you would have been de-lio-hted with the sis-ht of those boxes. There would comeout of one a huge gorilla, a chimpanzee, or nshiegombouvd; fi*ora another a wild boar, an antelope, or agazelle; then from another would come out hundredsof birds, with smaller quadrupeds. Then came anotherbox; then would come crocodiles, queer-looking turtles,stuffed fish and snakes. The next woul

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