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uncultivated land given to me by Mandara on my 
arrival). To this preposterous demand I returned the 
curt reply that he was talking nonsense (■ upumbafu ), 
and the matter dropped for a time. However, shortly 
afterwards when I was out botanizing, a soldier of 
Mandara’s came up and told me civilly but firmly, 
that I was not to pick any flowers. I asked him what 
he meant, and he said those were the cc Mange’s ” 
orders (Mange is the title given to Mandara), that I 
was to be followed wherever I went, and prevented 
from collecting plants. I packed up the specimens I 
had gathered and returned home, meaning to ask 
Mandara what this meant. On my way I shot a little 
bird. The soldier at once ran forward, picked it up, 
and took it, saying, “ This is the Mange’s.” I went 
to Mandara’s town, and desired to know what this 
hindrance meant. He declined to see me, saying his 
heart was bitter that day, but sent word to this effect 
—“ All this land is mine, therefore all the flowers, 
birds, butterflies, everything on it are mine also. If 
you can’t afford the rent I ask, never mind, I have 
nothing more to say; but don’t rob me of my property. 
If you want flowers, birds, or beasts, my slaves shall 
collect them and sell them to you at a fair price ; but 
if you go and take any more without my leave, I will 
seize your goods.” Here was a nice dilemma ! I 
could not collect on Mandara’s territory without paying 
an enormous tax, and I could not collect outside it 
without risking death at the hands of his enemies. 
This was a difficulty in obtaining specimens which 
would hardly have occurred to the consideration of 
the scientific societies who sent me out to Kilima¬ 
njaro. Having provided the funds, there seemed 
nothing simpler than to despatch some one to the 
