CHIEF MBOGOLI. 
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be beat, was proceeding to perch himself on our 
fragile camp table, which would certainly have col¬ 
lapsed, when Martin anticipated him by a shove, the 
meaning of which was unmistakable. After recovering 
his balance, he proceeded to make a lengthy speech, to 
the effect that Mbogoli was very much hurt that an 
old friend like Martin should have passed his place 
without stopping, especially when a bullock had been 
got ready in his honour, and continued in this strain 
until Martin interrupted and said we would pay him a 
visit next time, but that now we were in a hurry to get 
to Taveta. The Sultan’s letter was then translated to 
him, and we were introduced in turn by our names 
with the prefix of bivana. Then began the requests 
for presents, which included four casks of powder and 
a gun. We eventually agreed to hand over a muzzle- 
loader, two casks of powder, and some cloth, but the 
latter Mbogoli desired us to keep until he came for it 
after dark, as otherwise he would have to share some 
of it with his subjects ; this request seemed rather un¬ 
dignified, coming from a chief, but the power of most of 
these petty chiefs is very limited. 
The question of liongo being satisfactorily settled, 
Mbogoli and his prime minister began racking their 
brains for further requests, and cast their eyes long¬ 
ingly over the different things scattered about the 
tent, and began with a request for old hats and coats, 
and ended by begging for nearly everything they saw ; 
but we flatly refused all their solicitations. During 
our interview, which lasted one and a half hours, we 
