438 Wanderings in Eastern Africa. 
I was not introduced to him, and, like Mandara, he 
did not seem to know how to treat me. Being pre- 
sently pointed out to me, I broke the ice by saluting 
him. He returned my salutation, I thought, almost 
timidly, and sat down at some distance directly in 
front of us, and gazed at me in silence. 
He is a tall, sHm young man, — younger than Man- 
dara. His name is Kinabo. In colour he is light 
brown. He has a pleasant, European-like countenance, 
of a very different type from that of Mandara, having 
nothing in it of the latter's audacity and fierceness. 
He has not a fine face ; his nose is too small and 
concave, and his eyes are small and apparently weak, 
for he screwed them up and looked under his eye- 
brows as though the light was too strong for them. 
He looks a mild, almost meek, good-tempered young 
man. After gazing at me till he was tired, he took 
his departure without saying a word. 
We were ultimately taken to a square enclosure, 
surrounded by a fence of rails and boards, and per- 
mission was given to encamp. When we had got 
settled, the mange came to have some conversation 
with me. He wished to see some of the strange 
things he had heard of, and asked especially for some 
sugar, of which he had already heard from Mandara s 
men. He put it to his mouth, smacked his lips, 
laughed loudly, and then asked for more. When 
told that it was made from the sugar-cane, he shook 
his head dubiously, but after thinking a little he ad- 
mitted that it might be so. The binocular and magnet 
greatly surprised him. Suddenly he rose and dis- 
appeared, but in a little while he sent for me. I 
found him seated with a few of his friends in a quiet 
