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and we must have passed each other quite close at one 

 spot. He had discovered the site of my camp, where I 

 had stayed after emerging from the swamp, and convincing 

 evidence was found of my having been there in the label 

 from the bottle of Dr. Warburg's Tincture that I had 

 thrown down by the ashes of the big fire. The natives 

 had after that given him full particulars as to my 

 route. 



As we were nearing the Legworo people, a treacherously 

 inclined race that dwell to the west of Mount Wati and 

 around the hilly country of the Divide towards the Kibi, 

 we placed two boys instead of one on guard over the 

 camp at night. 



Four days later we reached the first Legworo village 

 after passing over a hilly and thickly timbered country 

 full of flooded rivers, many of which did not exist in the 

 dry season, but now had to be crossed by improvised 

 bridges of creeper and boughs. Every village had warned 

 us that the people further on would attack us and we 

 should all be killed. It was of the greatest importance 

 to keep close together on the march through the long 

 grass country or in the patches of forest, as any stragglers 

 would undoubtedly be captured and dragged away by 

 the natives. 



" Naramba " was the name of the chief at the first 

 Legworo village. He was a pleasant-faced fellow of 

 middle age. Unlike many of his people, he did not 

 bedaub himself with coloured earth from head to foot, 

 nor had he anything extraordinary in the way of metal 

 or grass ornamentation. An old felt hat, that had pro- 

 bably once been in the Belgian service, was on his head. 

 He carried a large stick, with which he freely emphasized 

 his speech. A piece of old blue cloth, also I fancy of 

 Belgian origin, was tied around his loins. He was a 

 quiet man, and gave us much information as to the best 

 part of the country for elephants. He fully confirmed 



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