MARCHING WITH WAGANDA. 
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Very ridiculous they appeared, for the animals (not 
accustomed to it) always refused to be led in this way. 
On coming near habitations, the men shouted and 
sang, as if carrying some object of triumph. Had I 
been a dead lion, they could not have made greater 
noise ; and on getting near camp, regardless of culti- 
vated fields, they would plunge into them with mali- 
cious delight, trample them down, slash away branches 
or plantain-trees which came in their way, and deposit 
the litter inside a grove. 
When morning again came, the gay Mariboo, always 
scrupulously clean and proud of his dress, would 
appear, followed by his drummer-boy and dog, to 
announce, by beat of drum, a march or halt. If the 
former, the shouts of his men coming to join him 
would be heard in the distance, and Mariboo would 
answer and receive replies, till one by one all rushed 
up, spear in hand, as if to attack him, shouting alle- 
giance, and causing their " captain " to spring and 
bound with delight, while I looked on with admira- 
tion at the strange and wild spectacle. After several 
exhibitions of this sort, it became evident that pre- 
sents were expected, and if the march was to be a 
success, a little " tipping " was necessary ; conse- 
quently, the captain was summoned to receive a gift 
of beads. His delight, as he handled the beautiful 
small beads, knew no bounds ; his spear was flashed 
up to my face, while his left hand held his shield, 
and he finished with a number of nimble antics. His 
arms laid aside, he repeated, " N 'vans, n'yans" (thanks, 
thanks), perhaps fifty times in succession, with a dia- 
gonal motion of both palms at each repetition. This 
over, another mode of thanks was adopted, and was 
