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the Suaheli — Yictoria-cross fellows truly many of them were I 

 Those who had a bunch of animals' tails, with medicine, tied 

 to their waists, came sidling and ambling up to near the un- 

 finished stockade, and shot their arrows high up into the 

 air, to fall among the Wanyamwezi, then picked up any 

 arrows on the field, ran back, and returned again. They 

 thought that by the ambling gait they avoided the balls, 

 and when these whistled past them they put down their 

 heads, as if to allow them to pass over; they had never 

 encountered guns before. We did not then know it, but 

 Muabo, Phuta, Ngurue, Sandaruko, and Chapi, were the 

 assailants, for we found it out by the losses each of these 

 five chiefs sustained. 



It was quite evident to me that the Suaheli Arabs were 

 quite taken aback by the attitude of the natives; they 

 expected them to flee as soon as they heard a gun fired in 

 anger, but instead of this we were very nearly being cut off, 

 and should have been but for our Banyamwezi allies. It is 

 fortunate that the attacking party had no success in trying 

 to get Mpweto and Karembwe to join them against us, or it 

 would have been more serious still. 



24:th Novemher. — The Imbozhwa, or Babemba rather, came 

 early this morning, and called on Mohamad to come out 

 of his stockade if he were a man who could fight, but the 

 fence is now finished, and no one seems willing to obey the 

 taunting call : I have nothing to do with it, but feel thankful 

 that I was detained, and did not, with my few attendants, fall 

 into the hands of the justly infuriated Babemba. They kept 

 up the attack to-day, and some went out to them, fighting- 

 till noon : when a man was killed and not carried off, the 

 Wanyamwezi brought his head and put it on a pole on 

 the stockade— six heads were thus placed. A fine young- 

 man was caught and brought in by the Wanyamwezi, one 

 stabbed him behind, another cut his forehead with an axe. 

 I called in vain to them not to kill him. As a last appeal, 



