300 Wanderings in Eastern Africa. 
Dsivani. On the way we passed through large plan- 
tations of Turkish corn, which appeared to have 
suffered severely from want of rain. We were treated 
with the utmost civility. We found we had not been 
sufficiently quick with our guns, as many people had 
taken to flight. It was not long, however, before they 
heard who we were, and came back to look at the 
strangers. They brought us presents of fowls, Indian 
corn, etc., excusing themselves for not bringing some- 
thing better by confessing their poverty, directing 
our attention to their sun-scorched plantations, and 
telling us of the sad doings of the Masai. 
They did not know how to express their astonish- 
ment at the sight of me. They had never seen a 
white man before. They thought me the most won- 
derful being they had ever beheld. Had I come 
from the clouds } from the moon } or from the bottom 
of the sea 1 Everything I had was the subject of 
remark and wonder. A house of cloth, a bedstead 
made like magic from a box, etc.: something new had 
certainly come to Dsivani at last. Some said, " This 
is Mulungu muenye " (God himself). I did my best 
to amuse and please the people, always, however, 
watching for an opportunity to tell them of the good 
tidings of peace and good will towards men. 
The next day being the sabbath, we did not wish 
to travel, but it was deemed necessary to move on to 
another place a little beyond this. We reached it 
after a two hours' slow march through plantations 
of Indian corn, cassada, etc., all suffering more or 
less from drought. Water lies about in pools here 
and there, but it is often as salt as the sea, while the 
freshest is brackish. The salt pools from being left 
