HUNTING AND HUNTED IN BELGIAN CONGO 



coming. I had done a slight service to Naramba's child 

 on the journey up country, so I was not surprised to see 

 a tall, powerful figure with a white loin cloth and old felt 

 hat advance with hands out in welcome. In a few 

 minutes I had shaken hands with him, and we were safe 

 at last. 



Naramba, seeing the other Legworo chief standing by 

 with his followers looking very uncomfortable, made a 

 stride towards him and began to shout at him in a 

 threatening manner ; but I told Naramba that I wished 

 the chief to return to his people unmolested, for I had an 

 idea that he was not connected with those who had 

 killed my two boys, although he appeared shortly after 

 the tragic event. It seemed more probable that it was 

 the work of those from the village we had stayed at the 

 night before, and that they had tracked us down as far as 

 their western boundary; then the sounds of my firing 

 caused the other people to become panic-stricken, and 

 they hunted me for fear of being attacked themselves ; 

 they had no doubt thought that I was connected with the 

 Administration. I told the fellow that my friend would 

 be coming through his country on the downward journey, 

 and that he must not attack him as he had done me. 

 We were friends and had no wish to shoot at the people 

 of the country through which we passed ; but they must 

 learn to leave the white man alone. He still insisted that 

 it was not he who had started the trouble, he began to 

 get fidgety and wanted to go, for Naramba's men were 

 all crowding round by this time, loudly exclaiming their 

 astonishment at the wound in my arm, which was now a 

 mass of congealed blood with a little black hole in the 

 centre. 



The Legworo chief turned to me and pointed to my 

 shirt. Good heavens ! He had the impudence to ask 

 for the very shirt off my back, after having already 

 secured all my others. Oh, no ! he did not get it ! I 



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