OEIENTAL "SHAME." 



same evening, lest a longer sojourn in the lands of semi- 

 civilisation should thoroughly demoralise them. The 

 Wanyamwezi porters, whose open faces and laughing 

 countenances strongly prepossessed me in their favour, 

 had already passed beyond their centre of attraction, 

 the coast. I spent that evening with Ladha Damha, in- 

 side the gloomy Gurayza. He lectured me for the last 

 time upon my development of what the French carto- 

 mantiste calls "la bosse de la temerite." Might not the 

 Sahib be a great Sahib in his own land — Cutch or Gu- 

 zerat? Are there not other great Sahibs there, A — 

 Sahib and B — Sahib, for instance, who only kill pigs 

 and ignore the debtor and creditor side of an account in 

 Guzeratee? 



I must mention that, on the morning of the same 

 day, I was present at a conversation held by the Ladha, 

 the respectable collector of the customs, with the worthy 

 Eamji, his clerk. I had insisted upon their inserting 

 in the estimate of necessaries the sum required to pur- 

 chase a boat upon the " Sea of Ujiji." 



" Will he ever reach it?" asked the respectable Ladha, 

 conveying his question through the medium of Cutchee, 

 a dialect of which, with the inconsequence of a Hindu, 

 he assumed me to be profoundly ignorant. 



" Of course not," replied the worthy Ramji ; " what 

 is he that he should pass through Ugogi?" (a province 

 about half way.) 



At the moment I respected their " sharrn," or shame, 

 a leading organ in the oriental brain, which apparently 

 has dwindled to inconsequential dimensions amongst 

 the nations of the West. But when Ladha was alone, I 

 took the opportunity to inform him that I still intended 

 to cross Ugogo, and to explore the " Sea of Ujiji." I 

 ended by showing him that I was not unacquainted with 



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