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THE ARMS OF THE WAGANDA. 
and, on leaving in the morning, after they had fired 
the hut, our Waganda escort took a delight in burn- 
ing down all the houses they had occupied. The 
spear that had been thrown at our men was brought 
in as a trophy; its handle was 7 feet long, having a 
blade of 16 inches. This is the size of the common 
Waganda spear; and one wonders that they ever 
throw it, as you can always see it coming, and get out 
of its way. With guns unloaded, no ordinary Seedee 
would have a chance with a M'ganda, his move- 
ments through the tall grass are so rapid. Our men 
got to know this after the death of poor Karee, who 
had been the spokesman of the camp. He was a 
tailor by trade, and had made several suits, after 
English and Arab patterns, for the king, who never 
paid him his bill — namely, four cows. His body was 
buried by moonlight, in a grave dug with bayonets, — 
the men remarking that they never saw such a march 
as ours was, we did not even carry a hoe. The truth 
was, they had lost or thrown away all our pioneer 
implements. The men were very crestfallen on the 
night of this death, the younger Seedees being afraid 
to carry the body, and the older remarking, "SufTr 
maqueesha," " Oh, the march is now done for." 
The villagers had a dread of keeping anything left 
behind by our men. An old bit of calico was brought 
us by a woman, accompanied by two servant-girls 
carrying m'wenge and plantain for us. She sympa- 
thised in our loss of Karee, and, having accepted a 
present of beads, thanked us in the most gentle way 
by moving her hands and slowly repeating in a soft 
low tone the word " n'yans," thanks. Her attendants 
then fell upon their knees, and bashfully, with down- 
