2/8 The March to Banza Nkulu . 
the “Zinkomba” knew no bounds; all were un¬ 
usually agitated by the aspect of a man coloured 
like themselves ; they jerked out their leafy 
crinolines by forward movements of the lower 
body, swayed violently from side to side, and cried 
“ Ha-rr-rr-rr-rr !and “ Jojolo ! jojolo !till they 
were hoarse. As usual-, the adults would not allow 
me to approach them, and I was obliged to rest con¬ 
tented with sketching their absurdities. To punish 
this daring, the Jinkomba brought a man masked 
like a white, with beard and whiskers, who is sup¬ 
posed to strike the stranger with awe : it was all 
in vain, I had learned to trill the R as roundly as 
themselves, and they presently left me as a “ per- 
clido,” an incorrigible. 
In the days of the Expedition, Nkulu had but 
one ruler, of whom Tuckey says (p. 148), that he 
found less pomp and noise, but much more civility 
and hospitality than from the richer kings he had 
visited. Now there are three who require their 
“ dashes,” and each has his linguister, who must 
not be passed by without notice. Moreover, as 
population and luxury have increased on the line 
of route, bark-cloth has disappeared and even the 
slaves are dressed in cottons. We waited, pa¬ 
tiently hungry, till 4 p.m. because the interpreters 
had gone on some “ fish palaver ” to the river. At 
that hour a procession of some two hundred and 
fiftv men headed by a drum and Chingufu (cymbal- 
