This was a damper at once.
I knew in my mind all these reports were false, but, rather than be out of the way when the time came for marching, I agreed to wait patiently, write the history of the Wahuma, and make collections, till Mahamed was ready, trusting that I might find some one at Gondokoro who would finish what I had left undone; or else, after arriving there, I might go up the Nile in boats and see for myself.

The same evening I was attracted by the sound of drums to a neighbouring village, where, by the moonlight, I found the natives were dancing.

A more indecent or savage spectacle I never witnessed.

The whole place was alive with naked humanity in a state of constant motion.

Drawing near, I found that a number of drums were beaten by men in the centre.