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THE LAKE REGIONS OF CENTRAL AFRICA. 



mined to pass the night. Our supplies of liquid ran 

 low, the Wanyamwezi porters, who carried our pots and 

 gourds, had drained them on the way, and without drink 

 an afternoon-march in this droughthy land destroys all 

 appetite for supper. Some of the porters presently set 

 out to fill their gourds with the waters of the Ziwa, 

 thence distant but a few miles; they returned after a four 

 hours' absence with supplies which restored comfort and 

 good humour to the camp. 



Before settling for the night Kidogo stood up, and to 

 loud cries of " Maneno ! maneno ! " — words ! words ! — 

 equivalent to our parliamentary hear ! hear ! delivered 

 himself of the following speech: — 



" Listen, 0 ye whites ! and ye children of Sayyidi 

 Majidi ! and ye sons of Ramji ! hearken to my words, 

 0 ye offspring of the night ! The journey entereth 

 Ugogo — Ugogo (the orator threw out his arm west- 

 ward). Beware, and again beware (he made violent 

 gesticulations). You. don't know the Wagogo, they are 



sand— — s! (he stamped.) Speak not to those 



Washenzi pagans ; enter not into their houses (he 

 pointed grimly to the ground). Have no dealings with 

 them, show no cloth, wire, nor. beads (speaking with in- 

 creasing excitement). Eat not with them, drink not 

 with them, and make not love to their women (here the 

 speech became a scream). Kirangozi of the Wanyam- 

 wezi, restrain your sons ! Suffer them not to stray into 

 the villages, to buy salt out of camp, to rob provisions, 

 to debauch with beer, or to sit by the wells ! " And 

 thus, for nearly half an hour, now violently, then com- 

 posedly, he poured forth the words of wisdom, till the 

 hubbub and chatter of voices which at first had been 

 silenced by surprise, brought his eloquence to an end. 



We left the jungle-kraal early on the 26th September, 



