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The Bad Roads of Angola

           Hundredsofmilesaretraversedbycaravans,andhowmanyunhappywretchesfallbytheway,undertheagents’whips,killedbyfatigueorprivations,decimatedbysickness!Howmanymoremassacredbythetradersthemselves,whenfoodfails!Yes,whentheycannolongerfeedthem,theykillthemwiththegun,withthesword,withtheknife!Thesemassacresarenotrare.

           So,then,caravansofslaveshadfollowedthisroad.ForamileDickSandandhiscompanionsstruckagainstthesescatteredbonesateachstep,puttingtoflightenormousfern-owls.Thoseowlsroseattheirapproach,withaheavyflight,andturnedroundintheair.

           Mrs.Weldonlookedwithoutseeing.DickSandtrembledlestsheshouldquestionhim,forhehopedtoleadherbacktothecoastwithouttellingherthatHarris’streacheryhadledthemastrayinanAfricanprovince.Fortunately,Mrs.Weldondidnotexplaintoherselfwhatshehadunderhereyes.Shehaddesiredtotakeherchildagain,andlittleJack,asleep,absorbedallhercare.Nanwalkednearher,andneitherofthemaskedtheyoungnovicetheterriblequestionshedreaded.

           OldTomwentalongwithhiseyesdown.Heunderstoodonlytoowellwhythisopeningwasstrewnwithhumanbones.

           Hiscompanionslookedtotheright,totheleft,withanairofsurprise,asiftheywerecrossinganinterminablecemetery,thetombsofwhichhadbeenoverthrownbyacataclysm;buttheypassedinsilence.

           Meanwhile,thebedoftherivuletbecamedeeperandwideratthesametime.Itscurrentwaslessimpetuous.

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