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LIVINGSTONE IN AFRICA.
"Oh moon! Ilogo! spirit of the moon!
Thine are the rivers,
Thine, Ilogo!
And the wilds and mountains,
Thine, Ilogo!
Reveal who hath enchanted our beloved!
Oh moon! Ilogo! spirit of the moon!
Hear us, Ilogo!"
And then the prophet from his death-like swoon
Arouses; from communion with the Moon.
His dusky tribe are gathering around;
Silence falls ominous on all intent;
Till with harsh, croaking tones the devil proclaims:
"Lamoli! it was she bewitch'd the dead!"
Then all the naked savages roll eyes
Of fanatic fury, and, yelling horribly,
Rush toward a leaf-thatched cabin, shouting hoarse:
"Let the Muave draught convict the witch!"
They drag from thence a shrieking, innocent maid,
Who shivers with the pang of mortal fear:
