unwilling spectators.  Some were dumbfounded when shown that in the eye of their Maker they are parties to the destruction of human life which accompanies this traffic both by sea and land.  If they did not sell, the Arabs would not come to buy.  Chuma and Wakatani render what is said very eloquently in Chiyau, most of the people being of their tribe, with only a sprinkling of slaves.  Chimseia, Chimsaka, Mtarika, Mtende, Makanjela, Mataka, and all the chiefs and people in our route to the Lake, are Waiyau, or Waiau.[15]

On the southern slope down to the river there are many oozing springs and damp spots where rice has been sown and reaped.  The adjacent land has yielded large crops of sorghum, congo-beans, and pumpkins.  Successive crowds of people came to gaze.  My appearance and acts often cause a burst of laughter; sudden standing up produces a flight of women and children.  To prevent peeping into the hut which I occupy, and making the place quite dark, I do my writing in the verandah.  Chitane, the poodle dog, the buffalo-calf, and our only remaining donkey are greeted with the same amount of curiosity and laughter-exciting comment as myself.

Every evening a series of loud musket reports is heard from the different villages along the river; these are imitation evening guns.  All copy the Arabs in dress and chewing tobacco with “nora” lime, made from burnt river shells instead of betel-nut and lime.  The women are stout, well-built persons, with thick arms and legs; their heads incline to the bullet shape; the lip-rings are small; the tattoo a mixture of Makoa and Waiyau.  Fine blue and black beads are in fashion, and so are arm-coils of thick brass wire.  Very nicely inlaid combs are worn in the hair; the inlaying is accomplished by means of a gum got from the root of an orchis called Nangazu.

3rd July, 1866.—­A short march brought us to Mtarika’s new place.  The chief made his appearance only after he had ascertained all he could about us.  The population is immense; they are making new gardens, and the land is laid out by straight lines about a foot broad, cut with the hoe; one goes miles without getting beyond the marked or surveyed fields.

Mtarika came at last; a big ugly man, with large mouth and receding forehead.  He asked to see all our curiosities, as the watch, revolver, breech-loading rifle, sextant.  I gave him a lecture on the evil of selling his people, and he wished me to tell all the other chiefs the same thing.

They dislike the idea of guilt being attached to them for having sold many who have lost their lives on their way down to the sea-coast.  We had a long visit from Mtarika next day; he gave us meal, and meat of wild hog, with a salad made of bean-leaves.  A wretched Swaheli Arab, ill with rheumatism, came for aid, and got a cloth.  They all profess to me to be buying ivory only.