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others were to be sprinkled with uvumba. I accord- 
- ingly withdrew with my men, not that the uvumba 
could do me any harm, but simply as a protest against 
uganga. All but our party were well christened with 
the liquor, whatever it was ; the paths were treated 
in the same manner, and then we were led forward. 
A little ahead we found that a sacrifice had been 
performed, a goat having been killed, and its entrails 
strewn on the path. At this point I received a 
christening nolens volens, the people imagining, no 
doubt, that it warded off some evil from them. A 
few minutes afterwards we were shown into the quiet 
corner of a cleared space by the side of an artificial 
watercourse, where we once more pitched tent. From 
our camp not a hut could be seen, but I afterwards 
learned that I occupied a position midway between 
the two palaces of the chief 
By the time Ave had got settled I was told by the 
guide that the mange (chief) had come to see me. 
I replied, " Show him in." It was objected that he 
would not like this, and that I had better go to him. 
" Where is he } " " There,'' said he, pointing to a fine 
young fellow, sitting upon a log directly before me, 
and lolling upon the shoulders of another young man. 
I could hardly believe my eyes. Was this indeed 
Mandara, whose name was in everybody's mouth, the 
terror of the country, and the mighty chief of whom 
we had heard so much 1 However, there was no time 
to pause. He seemed to be feeling a little awkward, 
not knowing how to receive his guests ; so, to break the 
ice, I approached him, put out my hand, and saluted 
him with the Kisuahili ''Yambo, mange." He gave 
me his hand, and replied, " Yambo, yambo, sana ! " 
