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more beads, a clasp-knife, and my own black jacket, 
the last of which he earnestly entreated me to give 
him. Yet a few minutes afterwards everything was 
sent back, with the message that the mange would 
have none of them ! and that he wanted my rifle, 
large thermometer, watch, binocular glass, kinanda 
(accordion), etc., etc. ! 
Soon afterwards the guide came to me, looking as 
though he had been soundly thrashed. He said that 
the mange had abused him, attributing to him my 
meanness and ol)stinacy; that the people generally 
complained of my niggardliness, and that I might 
expect to be roughly treated. I was compared to the 
Baron von der Decken, who, it was said, gave away 
" loads of things," and the contrast was most un- 
favourable to me. But Tofiki said, " Take no notice 
of these things, Buana ; these wakafiri (unbelievers) 
always extol a former visitor's liberality, but it is mere 
uerevu (cunning), the object being to excite the 
emulation of the present one. When you go away, 
they will boast of what you did, to the next man that 
comes to the place/' 
This was not a cheerful state of things, but I had 
no time to think about it, for presently the hills rang 
with the alarm of war ! The mange happened at the 
time to be sitting before the tent. He put his hand 
to his ear, and listened for a few seconds with great 
attention. Instantly his countenance changed into 
downright ferocity. / could as yet hear nothing. 
Again the mange listened, and grew still more fero- 
cious in aspect. Now he leaped from the ground like 
a tiger, gathered a piece of cloth about his waist, 
roared out at the top of his stentorian voice the war- 
