Men were sent off on the night of the 23rd to Syde bin Habib for powder and help.

Mohamad Bogharib is now unwilling to take the onus of the war: he blames Mpamari, and Mpamari blames him; I told Mohamad that the war was undoubtedly his work, inasmuch as Bin Juma is his man, and he approved of his seizing the women.
He does not like this, but it is true; he would not have entered a village of Casembe or Moamba or Chikumbi as he did Chapi's man's village: the people here are simply men of more metal than he imagined, and his folly in beginning a war in which, if possible, his slaves will slip through his hands is apparent to all, even to himself.

Syde sent four barrels of gunpowder and ten men, who arrived during last night.
_27th November, 1868._--Two of Muabo's men came over to bring on a parley; one told us that he had been on the south side of the village before, and heard one man say to another "mo pige" (shoot him).
Mpamari gave them a long oration in exculpation, but it was only the same everlasting, story of fugitive slaves.

The slave-traders cannot prevent them from escaping, and impudently think that the country people ought to catch them, and thus be their humble servants, and also the persecutors of their own countrymen! If they cannot keep them, why buy them--why put their money into a bag with holes?
It is exactly what took place in America--slave-owners are bad neighbours everywhere.

Canada was threatened, England browbeaten, and the Northerners all but kicked on the same score, and all as if property in slaves had privileges which no other goods have.