  In getting up our Caravan We met a most obliging man, The Lord Chief Justice of Liberia, And Minister of the Interior; Cain Abolition Beecher Boz, Worked like a Nigger—which he was— And in a single day Procured us Porters, Guides, and kit, And would not take a sou for it Until we went away. But when we went away, we found A deficit of several pound. Illustration: Large well-dressed African man doffing his hat to our traveller, who is holding his hat in deference. We wondered how this fellow made Himself so readily obeyed, And why the natives were so meek; Until by chance we heard him speak, And then we clearly understood How great a Power for Social Good The African can be. He said with a determined air: “You are not what your fathers were; Liberians, you are Free! Of course, if you refuse to go—” And here he made a gesture so. Illustration: A well-dressed African man with walking stick, ax and belligerent expression. He also gave us good advice Concerning Labour and its Price. “In dealing wid de Native Scum, Yo’ cannot pick an’ choose; Yo’ hab to promise um a sum Ob wages, paid in Cloth and Rum. But, Lordy! that’s a ruse! Yo’ get yo’ well on de Adventure, And change de wages to Indenture.” We did the thing that he projected, The Caravan grew disaffected, And Sin and I consulted; Blood understood the Native mind. He said: “We must be firm but kind.” A Mutiny resulted. I never shall forget the way That Blood upon this awful day Preserved us all from death. He stood upon a little mound, Cast his lethargic eyes around, And said beneath his breath: “Whatever happens we have got The Maxim Gun, and they have not.” Illustration: Blood, a stout man, with Maxim Gun. He marked them in their rude advance, He hushed their rebel cheers; With one extremely vulgar glance He broke the Mutineers. (I have a picture in my book Of how he quelled them with a look.) We shot and hanged a few, and then The rest became devoted men. And here I wish to say a word Upon the way my heart was stirred By those pathetic faces. Surely our simple duty here Is both imperative and clear; While they support us, we should lend Our every effort to defend, And from a higher point of view To give the full direction due To all the native races. And I, throughout the expedition, Insisted upon this position. Illustration: Our three travellers with guns riding piggy-back on three Africans’ shoulders. |
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