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given too ; here three are demanded. " He that is higher 

 than the highest regardeth, and there be higher than they. 

 Marvel not at the matter." 



I did not write to the coast, for I suspect that the Lewale 

 Syde bin Salem Buraschid destroys my letters in order to 

 quash the affair of robbery by his man Salooni, he kept 

 the other thief, Kamaels, by him for the same purpose. 

 Mohamad writes to Bin Saleh to say that I am here and 

 well ; that I sent a large packet of letters in June 1869, 

 with money, and received neither an answer, nor my box 

 from Unyanyembe, and this is to be communicated to the 

 Consul by a friend at Zanzibar. If I wrote, it would only 

 be to be burned ; this is as far as I can see at present : the 

 friend who will communicate with the Consul is Mohamad 

 bin Abdullah the Wuzeer, Seyd Suleiman is the Lewale of 

 the Governor of Zanzibar, Suleiman bin Ali or Sheikh 

 Suleiman the Secretary. 



The Mamohela horde is becoming terrified, for every party 

 going to trade has lost three or four men, and in the last 

 foray they saw that the Manyuema can fight, for they killed 

 ten men : they will soon refuse to go among those whom 

 they have forced to become enemies. 



One of the Bazula invited a man to go with him to buy 

 ivory; he went with him, and on getting into the Zulas 

 country the stranger was asked by the guide if his gun killed 

 men, and how it did it : whilst he was explaining the matter 

 he was stabbed to death. No one knows the reason of 

 this, but the man probably lost some of his relations else- 

 where: this is called murder without cause. When Syde 

 and Dugumbe come, I hope to get men and a canoe to 

 finish my work among those who have not been abused by 

 Ujijians, and still retain their natural kindness of disposi- 

 tion ; none of the people are ferocious without cause ; and 

 the sore experience which they gain from slaves with guns 

 in their hands usually ends in sullen hatred of all strangers. 



