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Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Meanwhile, down at Tern Lake

It's definitely spring and the summer folk are arriving daily.



Female merganser


Barrow's Goldeneye


 
Mergansers



Male merganser



Female Merganser  



Mallard drake



Camera shy mallards


Magpies harassing juvenile bald eagle



Eagle seeking other location.



The gull in the upper right objects to the eagle's choice of location.







Seagulls are chasing away the eagle.   They were too far away for my 200mm zoom lens.


Barrow's Goldeneye

Black-billed magpie

See the white line in the foreground?   That's the fog line on the main highway of the Kenai peninsula.


Mallard drake

Mallard hen and swans


Mallard drake

The swans are pulling up vegetation from the lake bottom.   The ducks are there to enjoy the free  floating leftovers

Monday, April 21, 2014

The Africa Journals, Ch. 40, Dr. Livingstone, I Presume? Part Two






The Africa Journals

Chapter 40
Dr. Livingstone, I Presume?
Part 2

A little learning is a dangerous thing ;
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring :
There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain…
—Alexander Pope, A Little Learning


Time has erased how and when I first heard the story of Stanley and Livingstone meeting up in the dense jungles of Africa.   I suspect it was reading The White Nile by Alan Moorehead, but I’m not sure. 

Whatever its delivery system, I know it was not accompanied with photographs, film, or television, because the image that’s been in my head for at least a half century was created entirely by my imagination.  It involves two men, wearing pith hats, using machetes to whack their way through a bamboo forest, and then suddenly coming upon each other in mid-whack.  

Whereupon Stanley doffs his pith hat and says, “Dr. Livingstone, I presume?”

Except, that isn’t the way it happened.   Not at all, not at all, not at all.

That old image involving pith hats, machetes, and a bamboo forest still lurks in my head.   Now, thanks to Russell Gammon and Martin Dugard, it has been pushed aside by a new image, one burnished by the African sun, painted with the vibrant colors of that country, and populated with its great beasts.



Russell Gammon
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Livingstone was missing.   He’d not been heard from for several years.  Apparently the Dark Continent had swallowed him and stories ran rampant.  He was rumored to be held captive; he was reported to be dead by porters who claimed they saw him struck in the spine with an axe.


His many admirers in England were anxious for any news of the medical missionary who had captured their imaginations with his exploits in Africa.   They pressed the government to send a rescue caravan to find him.

Livingstone, that is Dr. David Livingstone, was a national hero in England and highly regarded for his exploration of the unknown interior of Africa.  He was on his third trip, this time to find the source of the Nile River, the longest river on earth.  This was the paramount goal in the mid- 1800s, the grail of exploration.

Born into poverty in 1813 in Glasgow, Scotland, he was the second of seven children.  While still a child, he worked 14 hour shifts in cotton mills.  He put himself through medical school, then entered the London Missionary Society seminary.  Sent to southern Africa in 1840 to set up missions, dispense religion and medicine, he found exploring much to his liking.
 







Discovering Lake Nagami, 1849.     From Princeton's Livnigstone collection.




Already, he’d walked across the unmapped interior of Africa from east to west, surviving the diseases, warrior tribes, and predatory animals in the country.  An attack by a lion had broken his arm.   He set it and stitched up the wounds himself, without anesthesia, but it left him with a crooked arm.   Now in his mid-fifties, Livingstone suffered from malaria and dysentery.   He was traveling in areas known to be inhabited by cannibals.   All this, and more, in a country where the average life expectancy of a white man was six months.



 
Sketch from Uncommon Christian Ministries.




It was during these travels that he witnessed the horrors of the slave trade in the country. 



Africans captured by Africans to be sold as slaves.





Arab slavers raided village after village, capturing men, women, and children and selling them into slavery.   The Portuguese purchased captives from Africans who had captured other Africans, and  sent them to northern Arabia, India, Persia and China.   The Arabs also purchased Africa-captured slaves and sold them in northern Africa and Turkey.   Slaves from eastern Africa went to India, Persia, and Arabia.



Arabs raiding village for slaves.   Based on drawing by H.H. Johnson for a London newspaper.




From the Portuguese stronghold in eastern Africa, slaves went to England, Denmark, Holland, Sweden, and France.  Those captured in western Africa went to America, the Caribbean, South America, Mexico, and Europe.   A cholera epidemic in Zanzibar decimated the population, including the cheap labor slaves, and now, during Livingstone’s trek, slaving was a lucrative trade. 









Massive Arab slaving caravans numbering into the hundreds roamed the continent and they were well aware of Dr. David Livingstone.   They came across him regularly, occasionally carrying his letters to the coast for shipment to England.   Sometimes, they destroyed his missives, knowing they contained his written evidence of their slave practices.

Slavery appalled Livingstone.   While he was still in England, he had mounted a campaign to stop slavery, speaking publicly and often.

Now, the great explorer was missing.