I, on the other hand, wishing to make myself as disagreeable as possible, in order that Kamrasi might get tired of us, sent Frij to ask for fresh butter, eggs, tobacco, coffee, and fowls, every day, saying, I will pay their price when I reach Gani, for we were suffering from want of proper food.

Kamrasi was surprised at this clamour for food, and inquired what we ate at home that we were so different from everybody else.
We heard to-day a strange story, involving the tragic fate of Budja.

On coming here, he had been bewitched by Kamrasi's frontier officer, who put the charm into a pot of pombe.

From the moment Budja drank it he was seized with sickness, and remained so until he reached the first station in Uganda, when he died.

The facts of the bewitchment had been found out by means of the perpetrator's wives, who, from the moment the pombe was drunk, took to precipitate flight, well knowing what effects would follow, and dreading the chastisement Mtesa would bring upon their household.