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face, and all had a look of great intelligence. With 

 them we chatted for some time. We motioned to San- 

 guiki to give the old chief a paper of snuff we had 

 brought as a present. The old feUow mistook us, and 

 helped himself to an enormous pinch. 



"It is yours, all yours," we told him. 



As soon as he understood this, he hastily returned 

 to the packet the large pinch and took for immediate 

 use only a very little one. 



"He must be Scotch," laughed Cuninghame. 



We left him, carrying away the impression of a very- 

 old man sitting in the sun. 



On our way down the trail we met the water safari, 

 a long string of women and children carrying in- 

 numerable gourds, by means of which the whole 

 village is supplied from the stream, a toilsome mile 

 away. Also we met one of our guides returning laden 

 with spoils from the two kongonis I had killed. He 

 had with him an old man with a spear, a young 

 warrior, and a toto. We passed the time of day, and 

 asked him if the toto was his. 



He laid his hand on the warrior's shoulder. "This 

 is my toto,^^ said he, "the little one is his." We were 

 about to move on when the old man seized my hand 

 and placed it on the guide's arm, at the same time 

 pointing to his own breast. Thus four generations 

 were returning laden with the white man's bounty. 

 The Wasonzi are a friendly, pleasant, human people. 



