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Manawatu Herald, Volume XXXIV, Issue 1022, 23 March 1912, Page 4

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“Years before,” says Mr Crawford, “Mushidi journeyed into the interior with his wife, Kapapa, and two slaves, grand total four, and this terrible quartette smashed up all the tribes of Central Africa. Mushidi was a veritable black Napoleon of Central Africa. His brain worked with the precision of a machine. Tribe after tribe fell under his sway, and thus was evolved a great black Babylon, where all the tribes formed a seething mob and where slaves poured in by hundreds and thousands.

“It was a city of scores of thousands of people, certainly over 100,000. And there for years I was kept practically a prisoner, for Mushidi refused to Ist me go. It was a case of ‘Will you walk into my parlour ?’ said the spider to the fly. Partly perhaps it was a case of pride, for Mushidi wanted his enemies north, south, east and west to know that he had caught a white man. “Life there was awful,” —and Mr Crawford shuddered as he recalled the scenes. “Hills of skulls all over the place, and drastic executions daily in full swing. Blood, blood, and yet more blood ; blood of babes, blood of women, blood of old men. And there was I, shut in, a hopeless prisoner, seeing these people killed off in batches, ten, 14, 20 a day, frightful murders, committed wii.h unspeakable barbarities.” For a time Mr Crawford was helpless, but gradually he was taken into Mushidi’s favour, and acted for him almost in the capacity of secretary. And then daily he petitioned for the lives of some ol the condemned people to be spared him. “Filteen or 20 people were to be killed on, say the Monday morning. I begged the Emperor, ‘Oh, king, live for ever ; give me two. Another batch on Tuesday morning. Again, ‘Oh, king, live for ever ; give me two more.’ On Wednesday, ‘Oh, king, live for ever ; give me three, give me three.’ And I got three.

“The result is a lot of these people are called by a word which means ‘Begotten again from the dead,’ and they turn up from all parts of Africa bringing me little uresents.

“What kind of man was Mushidi ? A typical Bantu cutthroat, but he had a wonderful head, really two heads in one, the curled ridged occiput telling ot telling potentialities. He had 500 wives.

“One day a strange flag was seen approaching, and this heralded the advent of a new factor In the country, namely the Belgians. In a little while the great mushroom empire of Central Africa was scattered to the winds, and Mushidi’s head was cut off and sent to the museum ol a certain Loudon institution in a petroleum tin.”