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with tliee, and thou hast such a sweet, plausible, vil- 
lainous look in thy face, I could punch thee heartily. 
The next morning Muini ( Lord) Dugumbi and follow- 
ing came — a gang of veritable freebooters, chiefest of 
whom was the famous Mtagamoyo — the butcher of 
women and fusillader of children. Tippu-Tib, when I 
asked him a few weeks after what he thought of Mtaga- 
moyo, turned up his nose and said, “ He is brave, no 
doubt, but he is a man whose heart is as big as the end 
of my little finger. He has no feeling, he kills a native 
as though he were a serpent — it matters not of what 
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sex. 
This man is about forty-four years of age, of middle 
WAR HATCHET AND STOOL. 
stature and swarthy complexion, with a broad face, 
black beard just greying, and thin-lipped. He spoke 
but little, and that little courteously. He did not 
appear very formidable, but he might be deadly never- 
theless. The Arabs of Nyangwe regard him as their 
best fighter. 
Dugumbi the patriarch, or, as he is called by the 
natives, Molemba-Lemba, had the rollicking look of a 
prosperous and coarse-minded old man, who was perfectly 
satisfied with the material aspect of his condition. He 
deals in humour of the coarsest kind — a vain, frivolous 
old fellow, ignorant of everything but the art of collect- 
ing ivory ; who has contrived to attach to himself a 
