21, 1920The congregation assembled “at beat of drum,” and marched together fromtheir homes on Leyden Street, protected by the muskets of the men.
""You belong to me--the woman you have wronged!"Hamilton Beamish nodded with restrained approval.
There the Lake is a goodly piece of water twelve or more miles broad, and flanked on the east and west by ranges of lofty tree-covered mountains.
A friendly old Ulungu chief, named Kasonso, on hearing that I wished to visit Lake Liemba, which lies in his country, gave his son with a large escort to guide me thither; and on the 2nd April last we reached the brim of the deep cup-like cavity in which the Lake reposes.
Why do you shout like that?”“Well, well! I won’t again,” said the master of the house, his anxietygetting the better of his temper.
He spoke to the bondes of the true faith, told the manywonderful acts of God, and concluded his speech well.
On the way we passed the burnt bones of a person Avhowas accused of having eaten human flesh; he had been poisoned, or, asthey said, killed by poison (muave?), and then burned.
Which only went to prove how muchmoney you could save in New York when you only knew where to shop!The “perfectly stunning” creation was an afternoon dress of cerisetaffeta, gorgeously strung over the front with spangles.
ENDNOTES: (1) Ludr--the loor--is a long tube or roll of birch-bark used as a horn by the herdboys in the mountains in Norway.
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