During the time thus spent in the Barotse country, Livingstone saw heathenism in its most unadulterated form.  It was a painful, loathsome, and horrible spectacle.  His views of the Fall and of the corruption of human nature were certainly not lightened by the sight.  In his Journal he is constantly letting fall expressions of weariness at the noise, the excitement, the wild savage dancing, the heartless cruelty, the utter disregard of feelings, the destruction of children, the drudgery of the old people, the atrocious murders with which he was in contact.  Occasionally he would think of other scenes of travel; if a friend, for example, were going to Palestine, he would say how gladly he would kiss the dust that had been trod by the Man of Sorrows.  One day a poor girl comes hungry and naked to the wagons, and is relieved from time to time; then disappears to die in the woods of starvation or be torn in pieces by the hyenas.  Another day, as he is preaching, a boy, walking along with his mother, is suddenly seized by a man, utters a shriek as if his heart had burst, and becomes, as Livingstone finds, a hopeless slave.  Another time, the sickening sight is a line of slaves attached by a chain.  That chain haunts and harrows him.

Amid all his difficulties he patiently pursued his work as missionary.  Twice every Sunday he preached, usually to good audiences, the number rising on occasions so high as a thousand.  It was a great work to sow the good seed so widely, where no Christian man had ever been, proclaiming every Lord’s Day to fresh ears the message of Divine love.  Sometimes he was in great hopes that a true impression had been made.  But usually, whenever the service was over, the wild savage dance with all its demon noises succeeded, and the missionary could but look on and sigh.  So ready was he for labor that when he could get any willing to learn, he commenced teaching them the alphabet.  But he was continually met by the notion that his religion was a religion of medicines, and that all the good it could do was by charms.  Intellectual culture seemed indispensable to dissipate this inveterate superstition regarding Christian influence.

A few extracts from his Journal in the Barotse country will more vividly exhibit his state of mind: 

“27th August, 1853.—­The more intimately I become acquainted with barbarians, the more disgusting does heathenism become.  It is inconceivably vile.  They are always boasting of their fierceness, yet dare not visit another tribe for fear of being killed.  They never visit anywhere but for the purpose of plunder and oppression.  They never go anywhere but with a club or spear in hand.  It is lamentable to see those who might be children of God, dwelling in peace and love, so utterly the children of the devil, dwelling in fear and continual irritation.  They bestow honors and flattering titles on me in confusing profusion.  All from the least to the greatest