Mamohela's camp had several times been set on fire at night by the tribes which suffered assault, but did not effect all that was intended.

The Arabs say that the Manyuema now understand that every gunshot does not kill; the next thing they will learn will be to grapple in close quarters in the forest, where their spears will outmatch the guns in the hands of slaves, it will follow, too, that no one will be able to pass through this country; this is the usual course of Suaheli trading; it is murder and plunder, and each slave as he rises in his owner's favour is eager to show himself a mighty man of valour, by cold-blooded killing of his countrymen: if they can kill a fellow-nigger, their pride boils up.

The conscience is not enlightened enough to cause uneasiness, and Islam gives less than the light of nature.
I am grievously tired of living here.

Mohamad is as kind as he can be, but to sit idle or give up before I finish my work are both intolerable; I cannot bear either, yet I am forced to remain by want of people.
_11th November, 1870._--I wrote to Mohamad bin Saleh at Ujiji for letters and medicines to be sent in a box of China tea, which is half empty: if he cannot get carriers for the long box itself, then he is to send these, the articles of which I stand in greatest need.
The relatives of a boy captured at Monanyembe brought three goats to redeem him: he is sick and emaciated; one goat was rejected.

The boy shed tears when he saw his grandmother, and the father too, when his goat was rejected.