AN ANXIOUS PERIOD. 
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scrunched. After this day, although we sometimes 
disputed about commercial transactions (which were 
always unprofitable to me, and only a disguised form 
of tribute to Mandara), we never had another quarrel, 
and I had complete liberty of action in Mosi. Alas ! 
this was after all but an extended durance—a prison, 
though a spacious and lovely one. In vain I yearned 
for some means of crossing the barrier of foes which 
intervened between me and my goal, the snow-peaks 
of Kilima-njaro ! 
