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undisturbed are temptingly pelucid, but all the 
drinkable water is, for an opposite reason, very- 
turbid. 
At the entrance of the village to which we w^ere 
bound we came to a halt, when again, by way of 
warning and as a call to the occupants, our guns were 
fired. In a few moments a ferocious-looking lot of 
men came streaming through the door-way of the 
stockade, armed to the teeth, and yelling their ndaro" 
(war song), as if they meant war. We stood stock- 
still, watched them closely, and waited till their 
excitement should abate. Ultimately they took their 
seats upon the ground in a compact group opposite to 
us, and we followed their example. They fixed their 
eyes, and gazed upon us with a mixture of fear, 
curiosity, and fierceness that was most interesting. 
I looked at them steadily all round, and was much 
amused at the manner in which most of them quailed 
beneath my glance; but when I produced my sun- 
glasses from my pocket, and put them upon my eyes, 
they were struck with consternation, which speedily, 
however, gave place to amusement and loud laughter. 
I had often been asked in Africa if we had a Cyclo- 
pean race in England, with one eye in the middle of 
the forehead, and with one arm and one leg ; but 
beings with four eyes — two in their head and two in 
their pocket — had never entered even the wild imagin- 
ations of these people, and I saw I had produced an 
impression upon them. 
Most of the party were Wanika, but there were some 
Wakamba among them. After a while they cooled 
down, and posed themselves for a palaver. They 
enquired who we were, whence we had come, and 
