WE CROSS THE JUB. 153 
I had returned the camels to the natives, and they had given 
us guides, we could not for a long time gain their confi- 
dence ; as we passed each of the numerous little villages 
on the way, the people fled, driving their flocks into the 
bushes, and leaving everything else behind. One or two 
old women remained in their homes, in some instances, 
and implored us not to kill them; they said they had been 
“humbugged” by Ruspoli’s men, and would not believe 
my protestations of peace. 
When we arrived at Buntal, we found large numbers of 
natives assembled, evidently for the purpose of fighting ; 
but fortunately the old chief, who had accompanied us 
from Behr Madu, had now begun to trust us, and insisted 
upon his people making friends with us. After a long 
conference held in a cornfield, everything was _ settled 
amicably, the Dagodi agreeing to sell me a camel and 
ten sheep, and to provide Adones to help us to cross on 
their rafts. These Adones were treated as slaves by the 
Dagodi, and were forced to do most of the hard work 
in the fields. 
They went about the Jub naked; but, although much 
below their masters in intelligence, they were wonderfully 
well developed physically, their muscles standing out 
under their black skins in great masses. Many of these 
burly, woolly-haired negroes had wandered but recently to 
this country from the south, and could speak Kiswahili. 
The next day after our arrival at Buntal the work of 
crossing was carried on. The Ganana was eighty yards 
wide opposite our camp, and from three to seven feet deep, 
with a current of four and a half miles an hour; but a 
mile lower down it widened out to nearly three hundred 
yards, and contained several small islands. As it was 
correspondingly shallow, I had all my camels led across at 
this point, but all the trading goods and boxes were taken 
