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appeared the last of the six hammals who had been hired 

 to carry the hammocks. They were as unmanageable 

 as wild asses, ever grumbling and begging for " kito- 

 weyo," — " kitchen ;" — constitutionally unfitted to obey 

 an order ; disposed, as the noble savage generally is, to be 

 insolent ; and, like all porters in this part of the world, 

 unable to carry a palanquin. Two men, instead of four, 

 insisted upon bearing the hammock ; thus overbur- 

 dened and wishing to get over the work, they hurried 

 themselves till out of breath. When one was fagged, 

 the man that should have relieved him was rarely to be 

 found, consequently two or three stiff trudges knocked 

 them up and made them desert. Said bin Salim, the 

 Jemadar, and the Baloch, doubtlessly impressed with 

 the belief that my days were numbered, passed me on 

 the last march without a word — the sun was hot, and 

 they were hastening to shade — and left me with only 

 two men to carry the hammock, in a dangerous strip of 

 jungle where, shortly afterwards, Salim *bin Masud, an 

 Arab merchant of Msene, was murdered. 



On Christmas day I again mounted ass, and passing 

 through the western third of the Wilyankuru district, 

 was hospitably received by a wealthy proprietor, Salim 

 bin Said, surnamed, probably on account of his stature, 

 Simba, or the Lion, who had obtained from the Sultan 

 Mrorwa permission to build a large Tembe. The worthy 

 and kind-hearted Arab exerted himself strenuously to 

 promote the comfort of his guest. He led me to a com- 

 fortable lodging, placed a new cartel in the coolest room, 

 supplied meat, milk, and honey, and spent the evening 

 in conversation with me. He was a large middle-aged 

 man, with simple, kindly manners, and an honesty of 

 look and words which rendered his presence exceedingly 

 prepossessing. 



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