patience was worn out, and prompt punishment became necessary.  That Capt.  Speke had spoiled him with kindness was evident, from the fact that Bombay had the audacity to stand up for a boxing-match with him.  But these things I only found out, when, months afterwards, I was called upon to administer punishment to him myself.  But, at his first appearance, I was favourably impressed with Bombay, though his face was rugged, his mouth large, his eyes small, and his nose flat.

“Salaam aliekum,” were the words he greeted me with.  “Aliekum salaam,” I replied, with all the gravity I could muster.  I then informed him I required him as captain of my soldiers to Ujiji.  His reply was that he was ready to do whatever I told him, go wherever I liked in short, be a pattern to servants, and a model to soldiers.  He hoped I would give him a uniform, and a good gun, both of which were promised.

Upon inquiring for the rest of the “Faithfuls” who accompanied Speke into Egypt, I was told that at Zanzibar there were but six.  Ferrajji, Maktub, Sadik, Sunguru, Manyu, Matajari, Mkata, and Almas, were dead; Uledi and Mtamani were in Unyanyembe; Hassan had gone to Kilwa, and Ferahan was supposed to be in Ujiji.

Out of the six “Faithfuls,” each of whom still retained his medal for assisting in the “Discovery of the Sources of the Nile,” one, poor Mabruki, had met with a sad misfortune, which I feared would incapacitate him from active usefulness.

Mabruki the “Bull-headed,” owned a shamba (or a house with a garden attached to it), of which he was very proud.  Close to him lived a neighbour in similar circumstances, who was a soldier of Seyd Majid, with whom Mabruki, who was of a quarrelsome disposition, had a feud, which culminated in the soldier inducing two or three of his comrades to assist him in punishing the malevolent Mabruki, and this was done in a manner that only the heart of an African could conceive.  They tied the unfortunate fellow by his wrists to a branch of a tree, and after indulging their brutal appetite for revenge in torturing him, left him to hang in that position for two days.  At the expiration of the second day, he was accidentally discovered in a most pitiable condition.  His hands had swollen to an immense size, and the veins of one hand having been ruptured, he had lost its use.  It is needless to say that, when the affair came to Seyd Majid’s ears, the miscreants were severely punished.  Dr. Kirk, who attended the poor fellow, succeeded in restoring one hand to something of a resemblance of its former shape, but the other hand is sadly marred, and its former usefulness gone for ever.

However, I engaged Mabruki, despite his deformed hands, his ugliness and vanity, because he was one of Speke’s “Faithfuls.”  For if he but wagged his tongue in my service, kept his eyes open, and opened his mouth at the proper time, I assured myself I could make him useful.

Bombay, my captain of escort, succeeded in getting eighteen more free men to volunteer as “askari” (soldiers), men whom he knew would not desert, and for whom he declared himself responsible.  They were an exceedingly fine-looking body of men, far more intelligent in appearance than I could ever have believed African barbarians could be.  They hailed principally from Uhiyow, others from Unyamwezi, some came from Useguhha and Ugindo.