ROUND LAKE VICTORIA NYANZA. 
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On the 2nd of April we proceeded, in an amiable, 
light-hearted mood, the favourites both of men and 
nature, along the beautiful shore separating Buka Bay 
from Kaclzi Bay, and halted about noon at the village 
of Kirudo, where we experienced hospitalities similar to 
those of the day previous. We purposely made our 
voyages short, in order that the Kabaka might be in- 
formed in time of our coming. 
Just as we were about to depart next morning, we 
saw six beautiful canoes, crowded with men, coming 
round a point, and for a very short period were under 
the impression that they composed another piratical 
fleet on its way to intercept us, but on surveying 
them with my glass I saw that several who were 
seated amidships were dressed in white, like the 
Wangwana, and our Waganda guides, among whom 
was our hospitable entertainer of Buka, informed us 
that they were the Kabakds people. As they ap- 
proached us, the commander was seen arraying him- 
self for the occasion. He donned a bead-worked head- 
dress, above which long white cock’s feathers waved, 
and a snowy white and long-haired goat-skin, while a 
crimson robe, depending from his shoulders, completed 
the full dress. 
In the middle of the bay of Kaclzi we encountered, 
and a most ceremonious greeting took place. The com- 
mander was a fine lusty young man of twenty or there- 
abouts, and after springing into our boat he knelt down 
before me, and declared his errand to the following 
effect : — 
“ The Kabaka sends me with many salaams to you. 
He is in great hopes that you will visit him, and has 
encamped at Usavara, that he may be near the lake 
when you come. He does not know from what land 
you have come, but I have a swift messenger with a 
canoe who will not stop until he gives all the news to 
the Kabaka. His mother dreamed a dream a few nights 
ago, and in her dream she saw a white man on this lake 
in a boat coming this way, and the next morning she 
told the Kabaka, and, lo ! you have come. Give me 
