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THE KILIMA-NJAR 0 EXPEDITION. 
audible tone which of the people present was Mandara, 
affecting to search for him among the crowd. There 
was a silence. Then Kiongwe, in the most cringing 
tone and manner, approached the chief with many a 
deprecating salaam, affected to kiss his hand, and then 
beeped to inform him that his master, the white man 
from Zanzibar, the tc Consul’s child,” was here, and 
desired an interview. Mandara’s gaze now rested on 
me with a benign and singularly winning smile, which 
effaced the preceding impression that his somewhat 
heedless manner had produced. I advanced a few 
steps and said, in rather a hesitating voice, in the 
middle of a profound silence, u Sultan, the Baloza (Sir 
John Kirk) sends you many greetings, and hopes you 
are well.” I had spoken in Swahili, and lie replied 
fluently in the same language, and in a voice pleasantly 
modulated and different from the hoarse speech of his 
subjects, “ Child of the Baloza, I am pleased to see 
you. I like your face.” Then, after a short pause, in 
which his dignity relaxed, he advanced towards me, 
took my hand, and said, almost in a coaxing manner, 
“ Tuzumgumze ! Let us chat.” At this signal all his 
followers and mine, who had hitherto stood <c at at¬ 
tention,” relaxed their attitudes with one accord. No 
one spoke, but they all sat down, making as they did 
so that unanimous shuffling which you hear in church 
when people arise from their knees and sit down to 
arrange themselves for the sermon; and this analogy 
was further carried out by the chorus of throat- 
clearings and hurried coughs which rapidly went the 
round of my circle of listeners, who were desirous of 
removing all physical obstacles which should prevent 
them from thoroughly hearing and understanding the 
words of wit and wisdom about to fall from our lips. 
