Judge — October 3, 1885 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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ya TE PITTS The Congo, Timbuctoo and Dahome; press train rumbled into the little railway | station of Mumbo Jumbo. All: was bustle uid ¢ ion. ‘The conductor stepped off the car ked down the platform swinging a large lantern, He was d in a cap with agold band, a picadilly nda luge bell punch. ‘The brakeman we the usual railway caps and red petticoats which an order of the company has made the uniform of the read. The ‘ F iu.”as the train is named, mainta speed of fifty miles an hou top between Nyamnyan: enzasuzinza, stations almost one hundred miles apart. I bought my ticket but would not have done so had [seen the ticket sealper, a tall Zulu in’ a blue petti- coat who walked up and down the platform cutting rate: I offered an American tra ar to the ticket-agent and got in change a goose-quiil filled with gold dust and half a dozen ban- annas, which here pass for pennies, [put the railway the banannas in my pocket and started | toward the train, There was not the bustle about the bag- gage car that is usually seen at an American A belle who was going to unganyika had | A swell, de- | silway ion. spend the sammer at Lake‘ all her baggage in a collar box parting for Ujiji, to. pa son there, carried his ba; - | vowder box. ‘The t : | sometimes larger than the " | I must say that the cars on the Congo | are better than th: on the New | rk Central, and that the y oof Tim. buctoo would not nd the discomforts to which the people of New York subunit. The whistle sounded and the ‘ Flying Zulu ” started across the dark continent. When the train had got a little way ont of the station some hyenas ran along the side of the track, barking at the engine. t in the third car. It chanced that the colored in the seat in front of me a having formerly been a mem- ture in America. We had | quite a He told me that th Carolina he was only a coroner in Dahomey, | He scemed to tiink that Africa was a poor | country for the negro. ‘The rear car, he | id, was occupied by Osman Digna, the | of Sennas and one of the leading poli- ns of Darfur. While we were talking the conductor came in to collect our tickets. The day being a warm one he had taken off his Pi rol- , and wore only his bell-punch. — The songers asked him a great many ques- tions. One rasked him how far Zanibojunzo wa another inquired if he would get to Molambamoluln in time to | catch the stage-coach for Kabebekabanzo. | A third wished to know if the train stopped at Albert Nyanza for dinner. ‘The condue: tor, who seemed to be an encyclopedi African g hed the tickets and answered all the qu vd-naturedly. Ile had not gon than half th length of the car when the engine gav sharp whistle and in another was a sudden shock that was the train. E: and rose from his a 8 had | happened when I heard some one : a rhinoceros on the track! It seems that the engine had run_ into rhinocerous and had sustained some dan | to Gijerijij. ‘The head-light was gone, and the rhinoce ous eatcher had been smash | No doubt the Congo railway is doing much | to develop the interior of Africa, — Every- | where along its line towns and villages are springing up. | My friend, the Dahomey coroner, pointed ont of the car window at a pretty little town and said, “ Over there only th nnibals lived five years ago. It is now a flourishing town.” OFF THE BENCH. Tue BLoominctos Aye isa funny paper. It can say “10.” “Tre Puritan” say be said to have made a good run through a sharp and deci- Several villages were pointed out to me that had already pired » debts. ‘he scenery is interesting. ed groves of milk-trees and toward evening mild see the African maids going out to milk them. But- ter tree bundant, but the dairy busines languishing An oleomargerine com- has been started in the in- terior and is turning elehants, rhinoceroes iTes and hyenas into ho; nd the own crs of the butter trees can not compete with the African oleo. We have gone through several forests of cocoanut palms and of oil ys They have — been bought by a syndicate of foreign capitalists living in ind and the United States. Monopoly is t everything in Africa, The oil palms are owned by the African Standard Oi] Company. company of sive canvas. pointers, though, he politicians are bett A stnscninen asks whether “dynamite” or “dinamite” is proper? No. “Tie cup IS STILL ours!” cheering crowd at the Puritan victory. yelled the capitalists has bought the eo- —— coanut trees and forbidden the monkeys to climb them. For | a monkey to enter a cocoanut | grove is an act of trespass. ‘The train boy came ound with Ujiji cough drops. He was fantastically dressed in an | old gown and a poke bonnet, | T asked him why he was 0 oddly dressed, and he told me that’ he had formerly been a Coney Island minstrel. Pineap- ples, oranges, b: nd | wiches were sold by him. The —— sandwiches were made out of rhinocerous hide and he ld them for fifty cents a-piece, Whenever his stock of fruit got low, he leaned over the ¢ tform d rs and inebriates ” evi- dently was their’ Masy a rettow is right in claiming to plucked a bunch of bs | or three or four pineapples as he train went by. Ie charged twenty-five cents each for the bananas and a dollar a-piece for the pineapple When I asked him why th fruits were so high he said that they were scarce and had to be imported. At last we have reached ji, the end of our journey. Friends are parting. Some are going to the Blne Nile; others to a summer resort on Lake ‘Tanganyika. — A little party will set off to climb Mount Kilman- | djaro; a fishing club are bound for Lake Ichad; a missionary and his aunt are 1, TUPPER. THINcs po Not always work as well as they might. At the age of forty a moder- ate drinker has a probability of 11.6 more years of life, while the total abstinence crank is likely to live 28.8 years more. Long | before that time he has made everybody els so tired that the shorter are rather glad of their »robability.” ass, TRADE JOURNALS SAY that the turn of the tide has come, but many merchants are so hampered with debt that they find the tied can’t turn at all. Rev. Sam Jones s he never rode with a girl ina tight-squeezo buggy. All is explained. W. pected that there was something unnatural and morbid about this revivalist. comicbooks.com