To make sure, the king then proposed sending the boy again with some of my men; but this I objected to as useless, considering the boy had spoken falsely.

Hearing this, the king looked at the boy and then at the women in turn, to ascertain what they thought of my opinion, whereupon the boy cried.

Late in the evening the sly little girl Kahala changed her cloth wrapper for a mbugu, and slipped quietly away.

I did not suspect her intention, because of late she had appeared much more than ordinary happy, behaving to me in every respect like a dutiful child to a parent.

A search was made, and guns fired, in the hopes of frightening her back again, but without effect.
10th .-- I had promised that this morning I would teach the king the art of guinea-fowl shooting, and when I reached the palace at 6 a.m., I found him already on the ground.