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to sit on the ground, and an enormous tusk was brought for 

 me. The chief saluted courteously. He has a fat jolly face, 

 and legs loaded with brass and copper leglets. I mentioned 





Chitapangwa's Wives. 



our losses by the desertion of the Waiyau, but his power is 

 merely nominal, and he could do nothing. After talking 

 awhile he came along with us to a group of cows, and pointed 

 out one. " That is yours," said he. The tusk on which I 

 sat was sent after me too as being mine, because I had sat 

 upon it. He put on my cloth as token of acceptance, and 

 sent two large baskets of sorghum to the hut afterwards, and 

 then sent for one of the boys to pump him after dark. 



1st February, 1867. — We found a small party of black 

 Arab slave-traders here from Bagamoio on the coast, and as 



