"That is yours," said he.

The tusk on which I sat was sent after me too as being mine, because I had sat upon it.

He put on my cloth as token of acceptance, and sent two large baskets of sorghum to the hut afterwards, and then sent for one of the boys to pump him after dark.
[Illustration: Chitapangwa's Wives.] _1st February, 1867._--We found a small party of black Arab slave-traders here from Bagamoio on the coast, and as the chief had behaved handsomely as I thought, I went this morning and gave him one of our best cloths; but when we were about to kill the cow, a man interfered and pointed out a smaller one.

I asked if this was by the orders of the chief.

The chief said that the man had lied, but I declined to take any cow at all if he did not give it willingly.
The slavers, the headman of whom was Magaru Mafupi, came and said that they were going off on the 2nd; (_2nd February, 1867_) but by payment I got them to remain a day, and was all day employed in writing despatches.
_3rd February, 1867._--Magaru Mafupi left this morning with a packet of letters, for which he is to get Rs.