29/41 It is impossible to be sure as to the mysterious motives that actuate many of these remote African tribes. Outside the bay the breeze blew merrily, taking us across the lake at a spanking pace, until about midday when it began to fall. Fortunately, however, it did not altogether drop till three o'clock by which time the coast of Mazitu-land was comparatively near; we could even distinguish a speck against the skyline which we knew was the Union Jack that Stephen had set upon the crest of a little hill. Well was it, in view of what followed, that we had this time of repose. |