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EAST AFRICA AND ITS BIG GAME. 
house, built of mud, with a banana-leaf thatch, shaded 
by a cool verandah. He had only just managed to com¬ 
plete the building, as during his first year of residence, 
what with the famine and the consequent scarcity of 
pombe, Mandara, having made himself as unpleasant as 
he well knew how, had constantly forbidden his people 
to assist the young missionary. He showed us quite a 
collection of native decorations and curiosities, and 
very kindly gave me three little ornamented horn snuff¬ 
boxes, the complete costume of an unmarried girl in 
the shape of a bead tassel, and a solid brass neck-ring 
looted in a raid against the Wa-ughono (Ugweno X ); to 
obtain this prize, the victor, a Moci warrior, had found 
it necessary to cut off the head of its unfortunate 
owner. 
After a short rest, having admired the splendid view 
of Mount Meru in the far west, and refreshed ourselves 
with excellent coffee, most acceptable after our stiff 
climb, we returned to the camp by a steeper and less 
circuitous route, to find that Mandara had sent word 
during our absence that he had collected all his wives 
together to be photographed. Unfortunately it was 
then too late for me to take advantage of his kind con¬ 
descension. In the evening Mr. Fitch thoughtfully 
sent us down a most welcome supply of fresh bread, 
for though we had brought out a small field-oven, our 
Indian cook never seemed able to turn out anything 
but the flour pancakes yclept chupatees. A typical 
specimen of the disreputable mission convert brought 
the gift, and was half-drunk when he arrived. His 
