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CHIEFS OF DISTRICTS. 
Simjabee was a tall, thin, long-faced man, with small 
beard, and very much marked on the forehead with 
smallpox. His caste was not a particular one, for he 
ate honey, boiled beef, goat, sheep, antelope, water-boc, 
beans, and grains, and drank boiled milk and wine. 
He was a gentle old man, and begged for wires and 
large beads, which I did not possess. His present was 
several fowls and some buttermilk, which I thought 
strange to see in this part of the world. Kittareh 
called, bringing a bunch of the richest plantain I ever 
saw, actually dropping juice. Before presenting it he 
went through the Uganda custom of smoothing it 
over with his hands, and rubbing it on his face. We 
became great friends, and he took me over his neatly- 
kept premises enclosed trimly with high fences of 
plantain leaf. In his hand he held by a cord a red 
pariah dog, and a liver-and- white beagle (?) followed at 
his heels. This animal was the only one of the kind 
I had observed. Kuddoo, a fine intelligent young 
fellow, was my companion up to Uganda : it was his 
duty to see that the various district officers on our 
route provisioned us properly. He was very fond of 
looking at pictures, a hunting-knife, or any European- 
made article. On my showing him a paper of pins, 
and strewing numbers amongst a crowd for them to 
take as curiosities, I was surprised to see all collected 
most carefully and returned to me, because their king 
did not permit them to keep anything so strange. 
They are under extraordinary control these Wagan- 
da, and obey their king through fear, making as smart 
obedient soldiers as any in existence. Two on our 
march quarrelled one day, and fought in the most 
manly manner — not with spears, knives, or bows and 
