222 Wanderings in Eastern Africa, 
wigwam we found a little privacy for the worship of 
God. 
Monday^ i\th. — Wuledi and Dadi, the donkey 
seekers, came back this morning. The following is 
the substance of the account the former gave of 
himself and companion. It will speak for itself 
On the day they left us at Kakole they made a 
good march, scarcel)^ ever missing the track of the 
straying animals. They were pressing on, across 
one of the open sand-flats described in this journal, 
when they espied a man in the distance, they thought 
making towards them. They judged him to be a 
man rather than knew him to be so, for he was so far 
off, they said, as to appear to them in size quite a 
child. But they suspected nothing. They went 
on, and towards them came the pigmy-looking 
figure in the foreground. Before long, to the over- 
whelming terror of Dadi, they found themselves 
face to face with a strong, well-armed, warrior ; a 
Masai ! Dadi shook like a man suffering from ague ; 
he was almost ready to sink to the earth. Wuledi 
levelled his gun at the on-comer, and fired. The man 
imagined he was approaching Gallas only, but the gun 
undeceived him, and he came to a stand. Then 
tearing a handful of grass from the soil, and putting 
it to his mouth, a custom with the Masai signifying 
amicable intentions, he shouted deprecatingly, " No, 
no ; don't fire again ; I have no quarrel with the Wa- 
jomba, peace ! peace Wuledi, his gun still levelled 
at him, returned, Stand where you are, don't come 
another step forward, or I fire.'' The savage still 
declared himself for peace, and begged to be allowed 
to approach. " No," returned Wuledi, " the moment 
