A WAR PARTY. 
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on an expedition of this kind all the warriors make a 
point of getting drunk with the view of working up 
their courage to a proper fighting pitch, and as they 
were armed with poisoned arrows we felt disposed to 
give them as wide a berth as possible. 
While waiting for the caravan to come up, a great 
many natives arrived in full war paint and passed at 
a trot, shouting and howling as they went, but without 
taking the slightest notice of us. They wore hardly 
any clothing, but were armed “ to the teeth ” with hows 
and arrows, short swords, spears, and clubs, and their 
hair was daubed with red clay. A few wore ostrich 
feathers, in addition to their bead necklaces, and wire 
anklets and bracelets, and the commissariat carried 
calabashes full of water, sugar-cane, knives and snuff¬ 
boxes. When the caravan arrived we marched on, and 
were soon joined by Mbugoli’s headman, who politely 
led the way, and was especially conspicuous from his 
head - gear consisting of a red woollen night-cap. 
After we had proceeded for about two miles he tried to 
persuade us to halt, as his chief wished us to encamp 
there, but Martin, pushing him aside, declared that 
it was impossible for us to do anything of the kind. 
We then continued our march for another four miles, 
through a fertile valley containing magnificent trees, 
in full dark green foliage, which in the distance gave 
them the appearance of gigantic cedars. The woods 
were full of bees, and the natives suspended boxes, 
from the high trees, to tempt them to hive. These 
boxes were formed out of hollow logs about three 
