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planted their spears in the ground and sat down to 
parley. Taking Kiongwe and one of the Maranu 
guides, I hobbled out (for my wounded knee still 
pained me) to within ten yards of the Wa-kiboso. 
“ Do you come as friends or foes ? ” I asked. “ Mbuia, 
mbuia ! ” (Friends, friends !), they quickly replied, and 
then came running down the slope to shake hands. 
After this they informed us that hearing the white 
man, who had lived in Mosi, had now left Mandara 
and had come to live peacefully high up on Kilima¬ 
njaro, the people of Kiboso were anxious to be friends 
with him and come to trade, but that, fearing he might 
still be bitter in heart against them, they had sent 
their soldiers on in advance to sound the white 
man’s feelings. I hastened to reply cordially to this 
statement and begged the Kiboso soldiers to go and 
tell their fellow-citizens who were waiting in the bush 
that they might come and trade fearlessly with, me 
and receive good measure for what they sold. The 
soldiers and I then exchanged presents, after which 
they went off to call their countrymen on the scene. 
The trading Wa-kiboso came by midday, bringing 
provisions for sale, both good in quality and cheap in 
price, so that now, all anxiety about provisioning my 
party was at an end. 
I could not but admire the enterprise which these 
people showed in carrying their wares a distance of 
some eight or nine miles to trade with, one whom but 
a few days before they had considered a dangerous 
magician. I soon got on excellent terms with these 
Wa-kiboso whom in past days I had looked upon as 
my bitterest foes, and who had been in turns amazed 
and mystified by my fireworks and my theodolite. 
Now that we were friends I had many a pleasant 
