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sight of him ; and, I confess, my flesh crept. The 
Wachaga told me he was a brother Mzungu, at 
which I shook my head. He was white enough for a 
Mzungu, but the colour was not of the right kind. 
His skin was dry and leprous-like, overcast with a 
pinky hue, and dotted with small cutaneous sores. 
A wash, too, would have improved his appearance. 
The only clothing he wore was a piece of goatskin, 
depending from his shoulders, under his arm ! He 
was about five feet in height, rather stout, and not 
well shapen. His skull was ample, and his forehead 
pretty good. His eyes were small, light in colour, 
and weak, for the light seemed too much for him. 
His eyebrows, eyelashes, and the wool of his head 
were white. His nose was broad and concave ; his 
lips full and everted ; his chin short, round, and 
retiring. He looked dull and stupid. He was an 
unique, pitiable, and repulsive sight. 
The temperature of this part of the mountain was 
much lower than it had been below, and it had a very 
depressing effect upon the spirits of my men, for 
they shrugged their shoulders and became very glum. 
Most of us rose next morning feeling very cold, though 
I had wrapped myself in a blanket, and the men had 
made up roasting fires. My feet, within thick woollen 
stockings, were uncomfortably cold. 
All ready, we set off again at 8.30 a.m., with rather 
unpropitious-looking weather, but we hoped for the 
best. Issuing from the stockade, we came to a deep 
and spacious fosse, over which we had to make our 
way upon a narrow and very shaky plank. The 
whole of Chaga is surrounded by these trenches. 
They are well dug, and are wide, deep, and steep 
