Returning homewards, the afternoon was spent at a hospitable officer's, who would not allow us to depart until my men were all fuddled with pombe, and the evening setting in warned us to wend our way.

On arrival at camp, the king, quite shocked with himself for having deserted me, asked me if I did not hear his guns fire.

He had sent twenty officers to scour the country, looking for me everywhere.

He had been on the lake the whole day himself, and was now amusing his officers with a little archery practice, even using the bow himself, and making them shoot by turns.

A lucky shot brought forth immense applause, all jumping and n'yanzigging with delight, whether it was done by their own bows or the king's.
A shield was the mark, stuck up at only thirty paces; still they were such bad shots that they hardly ever hit it.