668 LIFE OF DA VID LI VING STONE, LL.R 



where they had been fighting with the natives, bringing news that Tipo 

 Tipo was coining. Tipo Tipo, on his arrival, told rne that if I would come 

 down with him to his camp, some eight marches south of the Nyangwe, I 

 should from there be able to find my way to a great lake into which the 

 Lualaba fell. When I reached his camp I found that the chief on the oppo- 

 site side of the Lomami refused to let me pass, saying that no caravan had 

 ever been through his country, and if anybody tried to pass he would fight 

 them. When at Tipo Tipo's camp I heard of a lake called Iki, which I be- 

 lieve is the Lake Chebungo, or Lincoln, of Livingstone, which is a little to 

 the west of the Lomami and on the Lawembi. Leaving Tipo Tipo's, we 

 went nearly south, going close along the right bank of the Lomami. 



"At many places the people were very friendly, but in others, so many 

 reports had come that no caravans came near there for any other purpose 

 than getting slaves, that the villages were deserted, and we were often in 

 difficulties about food. As we were passing through a strip of jungle, some 

 people commenced shooting at us, and an arrow glanced off my leather coat. 

 I ran this man down and gave him a thrashing, but would not allow any one 

 to fire in return, and walked straight up to some people who were in front of 

 us. We tried to make a palaver, in which, after a time, we were successful,, 

 and we went on with the natives as the best of friends. In the afternoon, 

 women were about our camp selling food, and everybody seemed most 

 friendly. Next morning, as we were packing up for the road, I missed my 

 pet goat Dinah, and, asking where she was, I was told that she slept outside 

 the camp. I went to look for her, and walked up into the village to ask 

 about her ; and so little did I suspect any harm, that I had no gun or pistol 

 with me, and the man who accompanied me was also unarmed. When we 

 made inquiries about the goat the natives began shooting at us. Some of 

 my men ran up and brought me my rifle and pistol, and the remainder 

 packed up all our stores and came into the village. For a long time I would 

 not allow my people to fire. At last, as the natives were closing in, and a 

 large body of from four hundred to five hundred men came up from the road 

 which we had intended to go, I at length allowed two or three shots to be fired 

 and I believe one of the natives was then shot through the leg. After this 

 we commenced a parley, and it was proposed that my goat should be re- 

 turned, and that one of my men should make brothers with the chief, and 

 that we should exchange presents, and be good friends. While that was 

 going on another large party came in, headed by a chief, who told the peo- 

 ple of the village that they should not be such fools as to make peace with 

 us, as we were a very small caravan, and they would be able to kill or make 

 slaves of the whole of us, and share our beads and stores amongst them. 

 When they arrived the people again began shooting at us. I would not 

 allow my men to fire for fear of breaking off the negotiation, until the men 



