NZOIA PLATEAU AND ITS TRIBES 237 
from the tribal ban of manslaughter, they never kill women 
or children, and torture is unknown. Smallpox has occas-. 
ionally decimated them, so much you can see; but it is 
the white man’s, or yellow man’s, coming that threatens 
their ruin. 
I can fancy no journey more fascinating than one under- 
taken to visit the almost unknown peoples of this beautiful 
and healthy part of East Africa. The tribes whose country 
borders the great lake, have already experienced the pro- 
foundly modifying influences of civilization. That the 
Waganda have on the whole gained thereby, there can be 
no doubt. They are a prosperous and well-organized people 
_—but how these wild children of Africa will live under 
the changing circumstances that await them is not so easy 
to foresee. As I write six Boer wagons slowly cross the 
sky line. They are but the advance guards, doubtless, 
of large numbers soon to arrive. I cannot but see in these 
Dutch immigrants the visible symbols of the future of this. 
country, and anxiously I ask myself how these simple, 
lovable companions of my wandering will fare at the unknown 
strangers’ hands? 
On the rich plains for long centuries the N’dorobo 
has gathered his meat harvest and, drying it in the sun, 
has slipped away to his mountain home. Soon, very soon, 
there will be none to gather. Game disappears before the 
Boer as green grass before the grasshopper. I fear me great- 
ly N’dorobo, and in time Elgoa too, will disappear as com- 
pletely as the game. 
The Waganda hold their own, on rich lands bordering 
the lake chiefly, because there are none to dispossess them. 
Their country is in time deadly to the white man. He cannot 
live and breed there. But here, if anywhere in East Africa, 
Englishman and Boer can found and maintain a real home. 
You have not to think of the climate, no fever threatens: 
you. Unless some new and evil surprise springs up, some 
