|The Story of David Livingstone|
|by Vautier Golding|
|A clear, simple account of Livingstone's pioneer work in Africa as explorer, medical missionary, and suppressor of the slave trade. Describes the horrors of the slave trade and Livingstone's efforts to thwart the slave traders in Africa and to bring awareness of the dire situation to the people in England and around the world. Emphasizes his indomitable courage and persistence in the face of countless difficulties to achieve his lifelong goal of doing as much good as he could for those most in need of it. A volume in the highly-acclaimed Children's Heroes series, edited by John Lang. Ages 8-12 |
FIRST YEARS IN AFRICA
 THE sea voyage out to the Cape was a new life to Livingstone, and he made the most of it. With his usual
determination to know all about everything, he made friends with the ship's captain, and soon began to learn
how to manage the ship.
The captain taught him how to use a sextant and chronometer, two most important instruments, by whose help
voyagers can tell exactly how far they are to the north or south, to the east or west. To "take an
observation," as it is called, is no easy matter; but by hard and steady practice Livingstone in time became
able to find out the ship's exact position and to mark it down
 neatly on the chart. And often in after life the captain's kindly teaching came to his aid when he lost his
way in the wilds, or when he marked some new discovery on the map.
In his spare half-hours Livingstone would enjoy the many delights and wonders of the southern sea. He watched
the dazzling little flying-fish dart like tiny rainbows from beneath the bows, glimmer over the water, and
flash into the white comb of a wave. The dolphins, too, like clowns of the sea, amused him with their antics
as they leapt and turned somersaults over the waves or sportively raced, two or three abreast, close ahead of
the cut-water. Occasionally a monster sperm-whale would rise to the surface like a floating islet, spout his
double fountain into the air, and plunge down again into his home. Sometimes, also, a grim and wicked-looking
shark would prowl about the ship's wake in the greedy hope of human prey.
 At last the long voyage was over and Livingstone landed at Cape Town. Here he found more sights and wonders
awaiting him. He kept his eyes open, observing the customs of the natives, and especially the methods of
missionary work. He soon found out that there were enough missionaries in this southern tip of the African
continent to teach and preach to all the black men that lived there. He saw that new missionaries ought to go
farther north where there were more natives and fewer mission stations.
Livingstone was very glad to do this himself. Although it would have been pleasanter and more comfortable to
settle down where there were more white people, he was eager to do what was best for the black people he had
come to help. In his student days he had decided to go to Africa because he had heard Dr. Moffat say, "I have
sometimes seen in the morning sun, in the vast plain to the north, the smoke of a thousand villages where no
 has ever been." David Livingstone decided then that he could make his life count for most in the regions of
most need. And now that he had reached Africa, he saw that he was right.
So, during these first weeks in Africa, Livingstone made two plans: first, to make mission stations far up in
the thickly-peopled native districts, and win over the most powerful chiefs; next, to make a training college
whence native teachers could afterwards be sent to educate the many tribes. It was the first of these plans
that decided the course of his after life, for he now was very sure that he could do better service to his
cause by pioneering Central Africa than by settling down at the Cape to preach.
After a short stay at the Cape, Livingstone was sent into Bechuanaland to Kuruman, the most northern of all
the mission settlements in South Africa. This station
 was worked by a good and capable missionary, Dr. Moffat, who was then away in England, and Livingstone had
been ordered to await his return. Livingstone, however, did not mean to be idle, so he decided to spend the
time in exploring the almost unknown country to the north of the station.
Accordingly he made a number of journeys in many directions, travelling about from tribe to tribe until he had
thoroughly learnt the nature and resources of the country, and also the language and character of the natives.
On the first of these journeys Livingstone had an object-lesson in slavery that set his noble heart aching for
the freedom of Africa. One day when he had outspanned his oxen for rest and food, he suddenly noticed that a
young native girl had crept into camp, and was hiding under his waggon. He gave her some food, and in answer
to his questions she told him her story. She and her sister had been left orphans, and they had lived happily
together till the latter
 died. Then she was taken by another family, who kept her, not out of kindness, but with the cruel intention of
selling her to some chief as a slave wife. On learning what was in store for her she ran away, meaning to
trudge behind the waggon all the way to Kuruman, where she had friends.
While thus telling her tale, her face suddenly fell with fear, and she burst into tears. Livingstone looked up
and saw that a native, armed with a rifle, had come to claim the poor child and take her back to slavery.
Livingstone could not bear the thought of giving her up, but he was at his wits' end to know the best way of
saving her, till one of his native teachers, named Pomari, came to the rescue. The girl was attractive enough,
with her bright eyes, white teeth, and soft, healthy skin, and her captors had loaded her in savage fashion
with strings of beads. Pomari stripped the beads off the girl, and gave them to the man, who, after a little
 the bribe and went his way. Livingstone took care to keep the girl out of sight till they were safe out of the
Many other adventures befell the missionary on his travels; for wild animals, drought, fever, cattle-sickness,
and the deadly tsetse-fly, whose bite kills oxen and horses in a few hours, always bring risk and excitement
to an African journey. Once, when he was "trekking" several hundred miles through Bechuanaland in an
ox-waggon, the fatal cattle-sickness fell like a plague upon his oxen and killed them all.
There was nothing to be done but to desert the waggon and tramp home. Livingstone's native servants were
afraid that their master would never be able to do it. One of them pointed to his trousers and said, half in
anxiety, half in scorn, that he was not really strong enough, and only put his legs into those bags to make
them look stout. Livingstone, however, proved their fears groundless, and won their respect by walking them
nearly to a standstill.
 Once, too, he travelled 400 miles on ox-back, and found it awkward and uneasy work to keep his seat and avoid
the sweep of the poor beast's horns as it shook off the flies that clustered round its eyes and nostrils.
During this journey he fell down and broke his finger, and set the bone with his other hand. Not long after, a
lion sprang out of the bush and raided their camp. Livingstone frightened the animal away by firing his
revolver, but the kick of the weapon broke his finger anew.
Another time he had to fly for his life and hide from an angry rhinoceros which he had disturbed while she was
feeding her calf. Upon missing him, the vicious brute charged full tilt at his waggon, and with the deadly
upward stroke of her horn (a stroke which has been known to kill an elephant), splintered the wheel like
THE BRUTE CHARGED TULL TILT AT HIS WAGGON.
All this while Livingstone was making friends of the tribes along his track. His manly fearlessness, his good
 keen sympathy, his kindly eyes full of honesty and truth, soon showed the natives that there was nothing to
fear from him. His medical skill got him the fame of a wizard, and black patients from far and near thronged
his waggon to be cured of their ills, while some spread the report that he had brought
dead men back to life.
Apart from this, he had a most wonderful gift of finding his way into the hearts of men; and though the
natives could not understand the reason of his coming, yet they soon saw that he had not come, like some of
the Transvaal Boers, to shoot them down, plunder their cattle, and
carry off their children to a life of unpaid labour.
One chief, Bubé, was in difficulty for want of water for his crops. Every tribe had a sorcerer, who was
supposed to have the power of bringing down rain when required; but Bubé's rainmaker had failed to supply him.
Livingstone, however, taught them a surer way than sorcery, for he induced the whole tribe to turn out and dig
 a ditch from the river to their village, and by thus saving them from famine he won their love and respect.
Bubé's faith in witchcraft afterwards cost him his life. His sorcerer vowed he could take the devil out of
some gunpowder by the use of certain burning roots. Poor Bubé innocently went to watch the performance, and
both were blown out of existence.
At last, after long waiting, Livingstone got leave from the directors to start a new mission-station, and
this he did with the help of a brother missionary at Mabotsa, a place 250 miles north of Kuruman. Here
Livingstone had to build a house for himself at his own expense, and as his income was only £100 a year, he
built it with his own hands.
His work, however, was delayed by a misadventure that left him with a weak arm for all his days. A lion one
day fell upon a flock of sheep near the village and began to kill them right and left. Livingstone went out
for a little while to
en-  courage the natives to surround it. The lion, however, broke away from its pursuers, and suddenly sprang out
of the bush upon Livingstone: then, pinning him down with a paw on his head, it began to crunch the bone of
his arm. A faithful follower, Mebalwé, diverted the beast from his master, and was himself attacked, but was
saved by the lion falling dead of its wounds.
THE LION BEGAN TO CRUNCH THE BONE OF HIS ARM.
As soon as his arm was well enough, Livingstone finished his house, and then he brought home Mary Moffat from
Kuruman to be his wife. They worked together to help the natives, and were successful and much loved. Mrs.
Livingstone was very busy keeping house and teaching a big school of black children. Livingstone said that he
was "Jack of all trades," and his wife "'maid of all work." While they lived here, a little son, Robert, was
born, and after this the natives called Mrs. Livingstone Ma-Robert.
When a new missionary came to Mabotsa, Livingstone moved on to Chounane,
 40 miles farther north, in the country of a chief called Sechélé. Water, however, was so scarce at Chonuane
that Livingstone persuaded Sechélé's people to move with him still farther north, to Kolobeng. Here, for the
third time, he built himself a house, but he did not dwell there for many years. His great mind ran
continually upon the welfare of Africa, and he was always planning how best to uplift the millions who had not
been reached by missions.
He now believed the best plan would be for Christian emigrants to come and teach the natives useful arts and
industries, and to show them by example how to lead better lives.
But where was he to make his first little colony? East of Kolobeng lay the Transvaal, and the Boers, who hated
him for his efforts against slavery, kept sending him threatening messages. North and west of him was the dry
and trackless Kalahari Desert. He had heard native rumours about a large lake beyond the desert.
 There he might find a place suitable for his purpose; but he could not afford to pay for the waggons, cattle,
native servants, and stores necessary for the journey across the desert. House-building had already cost him
beyond his means. What was he to do?
The matter was settled for him by the generosity of an English gentleman, William Cotton Oswell, who had made
several hunting trips in South Africa after big game, and had often been helped by Livingstone's knowledge of
the country and language. Noble, fearless, and unselfish himself, Oswell had been from the first drawn into
fast friendship with Livingstone; and now he offered to pay the cost of the expedition. Livingstone was
overjoyed at his goodness, and on May 27, 1849, the expedition left Kolobeng. They had with them eighty oxen,
twenty horses, and about twenty-five natives, and the fact that a waggon and span of oxen costs about £125
will give some idea of Oswell's generosity.
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