Kimsusa behaves like a king: his strapping wives came to carry loads, and shame his people.

Many of the young men turned out and took the loads, but it was evident that they feared retaliation if they ventured up the pass.

One wife carried beer, another meal; and as soon as we arrived, cooking commenced: porridge and roasted goat's flesh made a decent meal.

A preparation of meal called "Toku" is very refreshing and brings out all the sugary matter in the grain: he gave me some in the way, and, seeing I liked it, a calabash full was prepared for me in the evening.

Kimsusa delights in showing me to his people as his friend.