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assumed an Arab dress — a turban of portentous 

 circumference, and a long henna- stained shirt — 

 and accompanied by Said bin Salim with his 

 Excalibur; by the consumptive Jemadar who 

 sat down to rest every ten minutes, and by 

 Khalfan bin Abdillah, an old Arab who had 

 constituted himself cicerone, we attended the 

 ' Golio ' on January 29. Walking along the 

 coast, we passed through a village rich in cocoas 

 and in iron forges, which were hard at work : 

 a school of young hopefuls was busily em- 

 ployed in loud reading and in swaying the 

 body. The country was pretty and fertile, 

 rich in manioc and cocoas, in plantains, and 

 the Eicinus shrub ; there were a few mangoes — 

 the people asked for the stones to plant — and 

 many Dom or Theban palms (Crucifera The- 

 baica), whose bifurcations and re-bifurcations 

 are so remarkable, and whose crimson fruit is 

 eaten as in West Africa. Formerly the land 

 was harried by the beef-eating Wamasai, hence 

 the scarcity of cattle. After two miles we 

 crossed some tidal creeks, corded over with creep- 

 ers, and tree roots growing from black mire ; we 

 waded a sandy inlet, and we forded the small 

 sweet surface drain Mtofu, which had water up 

 to the waist. Another mile brought us to the 



