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top just over the fracture. To prevent the smoke smothering 

 the sufferer, they held a broad mat as a screen before his face, 

 and the operation went on. After some time the heat reached 

 the limbs under-ground. Bellowing with fear and covered with 

 perspiration, the man implored them to let him out. When the 

 authorities concluded he had been under treatment a sufficient 

 time, they quickly burrowed down and lifted him out. He was 

 now held perfectly fast, whilst two strong men stretched the 

 wounded limb with all their might. Splints duly prepared 

 were afterwards bound around it; but we are left to hope only 

 that the poor man was restored the use of his limb. The vil- 

 lagers told Chuma that after the Wanyamwezi engagements 

 they constantly treated the bad gunshot wounds in this way 

 with perfect success. 



Leaving this village, the men made for the territory of the 

 Wa Ussi. Here they met with a surly welcome, and were told 

 that they must pass on. There is no doubt that the intelligence 

 that they were carrying their master had something to do with 

 it, for the news seemed to spread with the greatest rapidity in 

 every direction. 



They were now approaching Chawende's town, parallel to 

 the north shore of the lake, and at no great distance from it, on 

 the bank of the Liposhosi river. 



Approaching Chawende's, according to native etiquette, 

 Amoda and Sabouri went on in front to inform the chief and 

 ask leave to enter the town. As they did not come back, 

 Muanyasere and Chuma set off after them to ascertain the 

 reason of the delay. No better success seemed to attend this 

 second venture, so shouldering their burdens, all went forward 

 in the track of the four messengers. 



In the mean time, Chuma and Muanyasere met Amoda and 

 Sabouri coming back towards them with five men. They 

 reported that they had entered the town, but found it a very 

 large stockaded place ; moreover, two other villages of equal 

 size were close to it. Much pombe-drinking was going on. 

 On approaching the chief, Amoda had rested his gun against 

 the principal hut innocently enough. Chawende's son, drunk 

 and quarrelsome, made this a cause of offence, and swaggering 

 up, he insolently asked them how they dared to do such a 



