Finding that they did not come, I sent Musa, who brought back word that they had taken the dhow away over to Jumbe at Kotakota, or, as they pronounce it, Ngotagota.

Very few of the coast Arabs can read; in words they are very polite, but truthfulness seems very little regarded.

I am resting myself and people--working up journal, lunars, and altitudes--but will either move south or go to the Arabs towards the north soon.
Mokalaose's fears of the Waiyau will make him welcome Jumbe here, and then the Arab will some day have an opportunity of scattering his people as he has done those at Kotakota.

He has made Losewa too hot for himself.

When the people there were carried off by Mataka's people, Jumbe seized their stores of grain, and now has no post to which he can go there.