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Title: Dick Sands : the boy captain
Year: 1882 (1880s)
Authors: Verne, Jules, 1828-1905
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Publisher: London : Sampson Low, Marston, Searle, & Rivington
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
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seemed neitherto have wearied the voices nor broken the limbs of thedemoniacal traffickers; there was a considerable number ofslaves still to be disposed of, and the dealers were hagglingover the remaining lots with an excitement of which a suddenpanic on the London Stock Exchange could give a veryinadequate conception. But the discordant concert which suddenly broke uponthe ear was the signal for business to be at once suspended.The crowd might cease its uproar, and recover its breath.The King of Kazoftnde, Moene Loonga, was about to honourthe lakoiii with a visit. Attended by a large retinue of wives, officers, soldiers, andslaves, the monarch was conveyed to the middle of themarket-place in an old palanquin, from which he was obligedto have five or six people to help him to descend. Alvezand the other traders advanced to meet him with the mostexaggerated gestures of reverence, all of which he receivedas his rightful homage. He was a man of fifty years of age, but might easily have
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The potentate beneath whose sway the country trembled for a hundred miles round. A BOWL OF PUNCH. 299 passed for eighty. *He looked like an old, decrepit monkey.On his head was a kind of tiara, adorned with leopardsclaws dyed red, and tufts of greyish-white hair ; this was theusual crown of the sovereigns of Kazonnde, from his waisthung two skirts of coodoo-hide, stiff as blacksmiths aprons,and embroidered with pearls. The tattooings on his breastwere so numerous that his pedigree, which they declared,might seem to reach back to time immemorial. His wristsand arms were encased in copper bracelets, thickly encrustedwith beads ; he wore a pair of top-boots, a present fromAlvez some twenty years ago; in his left hand he carried agreat stick surmounted by a silver knob ; in his right a fly-flapper with a handle studded with pearls ; over his headwas carried an old umbrella with as many patches as aHarlequins coat, whilst from his neck hung Cousin Benedictsmagnifying-glass, and on his nose

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