We then went (two boys carrying his train behind him) to an inner apartment, where the articles of my present were exhibited in detail.

He had examined them privately before, and we knew that he was satisfied.

They consisted of eight yards of orange-coloured serge, a large striped tablecloth; another large cloth made at Manchester in imitation of West Coast native manufacture, which never fails to excite the admiration of Arabs and natives, and a large richly gilded comb for the back hair, such as ladies wore fifty years ago: this was given to me by a friend at Liverpool, and as Casembe and Nsama's people cultivate the hair into large knobs behind, I was sure that this article would tickle the fancy.
Casembe expressed himself pleased, and again bade me welcome.
I had another interview, and tried to dissuade him from selling his people as slaves.

He listened awhile, then broke off into a tirade on the greatness of his country, his power and dominion, which Mohamad bin Saleh, who has been here for ten years, turned into ridicule, and made the audience laugh by telling how other Lunda chiefs had given me oxen and sheep, while Casembe had only a poor little goat and some fish to bestow.

He insisted also that there were but two sovereigns in the world, the Sultan of Zanzibar and Victoria.