7Q CHIEFS & CITIES OF CENTRAL AFEICA 



they had had their fill of lonely bush - camps and 

 wished for the bustle of town life, they thought it 

 well to deceive us. 



There was nothing for it but to pack up and go 

 on, and we were much touched to find that the 

 Bamm (or Chief) of Sulkando had walked all the way 

 to Cherijamm to escort us back. Mrs Talbot was 

 tired, and rode, so I was the one who profited by 

 his chivalry. He cleared every thorn from the path 

 as he passed along, and cut down even a 

 maize -stalk if it had bent so as to cause 

 us inconvenience. 



As we neared the township gay music 

 greeted us, and men and boys played merry 

 scraps of melody upon their pipes. 



It was high holiday, with the joy of har- 

 vest, the first cutting of the maize, and its 

 gladness was infectious. 



Mr Talbot had stopped behind to hunt. 

 We waited for him under a tree. A woman 

 saw us from her cottage, and brought our 

 boys a mat to sit on and calabashes of water 

 to drink — even though it entailed a longish 

 walk for her. It was our first acquaintance 

 with the Tuburi, and, sorry though we were to say 

 good-bye to the gentle, courteous Mundonng, it was 

 evident that we had only passed from one kind people 

 to another. 



Sulkando was reached : the canoe came to meet us, 

 and in a few minutes we were crossing the lake to 

 M'burao, where the rest of our loads and boys were 

 awaiting us. 



The Tuburi and Tikem lakes mere:e one into the 



Tdburi Pipe. 



