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THE KILIMANJARO EXPEDITION 
of Colobus skin and carapace of kite’s feathers. All 
greeted us with hysteric friendliness as they passed, 
and when I met band after band of warriors, I could 
not help feeling thankful that they were friends, not 
foes. 
I returned home and slept till dawn ; then, being 
awakened with the first streaks of returning light, and 
finding that none of my men had arrived, I hesitated 
no longer, armed myself and my few followers, and 
took the road to the plains. After walking for some 
two hours I, who was in front, saw the bushes in the 
distance moving and heard the low voices of men. I 
was just preparing for a grim emergency and standing 
in the path, revolver in hand, imagining it was the 
enemy I had to confront, when a familiar face emerged 
from the scrub, I saw a burthen carried on the head, 
and I at once knew it was my missing caravan ap¬ 
proaching. I greeted the foremost men affectionately, 
and passed on to the rear of the little column, bidding 
the others hurry forward. There I found Kiongwe, 
and he gave me a hasty account of his adventures. 
After reposing a short time in a dry river-bed, they had 
arisen with the dawn, and once more continued their 
march. Whilst we were talking, loud voices were heard 
behind, and there appeared my two men, who had 
accompanied Mandara’s soldiers, and who were now 
scurrying along with a few Mosi men following in a 
disorderly crowd. Directly they saw me they shrieked, 
“ Oh, master, run for your life ; the Wa-senzi (savages) 
are coming.” However, I preserved, fortunately, a 
little presence of mind, otherwise these injudicious men 
would have caused a regular panic, as my porters were 
preparing to cast dowm their loads and flee. But with 
a few peremptory words I rallied them, and we beat 
