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would be delighted to furnish us with anything 

 we might desire. 



Almost on the heels of this the chief arrived. 

 He was a fine old savage, over six feet tall, of 

 well proportioned figure, and with a shrewd, in- 

 telligent face. The n'goma had him to a limited 

 extent, for he stumbled over tent ropes, smiled 

 a bit uncertainly, and slumped down rather 

 suddenly when he had meant to sit. However, 

 he stumbled, smiled, and slumped with unas- 

 sailable dignity. 



From beneath his goatskin robe he produced 

 a long ornamented gourd, from which he offered 

 us a drink of fermented milk. He took our 

 refusal good-naturedly. The gourd must have 

 held a gallon, but he got away with all of its 

 contents in the course of the interview ; also 

 several pints of super-sweetened coffee which we 

 doled out to him a little at a time, and which he 

 seemed to appreciate extravagantly. 



Through Leyeye we exchanged the compli- 

 ments of the day, and, after the African custom, 

 told each other how important we were. Our 

 visitor turned out to be none other than the 

 brother of Lenani, the paramount chief of all the 

 Masai. I forget what I was, either the brother 

 of King George or the nephew of Theodore 



