At the earliest possible hour in the morning the king sent begging for things one hundred times refused, supposing, apparently, that I had some little reserve store which I wished to conceal from him.
18th and 19th .-- I sent Bombay to the palace to beg for pombe, as it was the only thing I had an appetite for, but the king would see no person but myself.

He had broken his rifle washing-rod, and this must be mended, the pages who brought it saying that no one dared take it back to him until it was repaired.

A guinea-fowl was sent after dark for me to see, as a proof that the king was a sportsman complete.
20th .-- The king going out shooting borrowed my powder-horn.

The Wanguana mobbed the hut and bullied me for food, merely because they did not like the trouble of helping themselves from the king's garden, though they knew I had purchased their privilege to do so at the price of a gold chronometer and the best guns England could produce.
21st .-- I now, for the first time, saw the way in which the king collected his army together.

The highroads were all thronged with Waganda warriors, painted in divers colours, with plantain-leaf bands round their heads, scanty goat-skin fastened to their loins, and spears and shield in their hands, singing the tambure or march, ending with a repetition of the word Mkavia, or Monarch.