“I greatly feared the Wagogo, who killed the Wanyamwezi!”
“Exactly so!”
“But now I don’t fear them. I call them ——s and ——s, and I would fight the whole tribe, white man O!”
“Truly so, O my brother!”
And so on for two mortal hours.
The transit of Ugogo occupied three weeks, from November 14th to December 5th. In Kanyenye we were joined by a large caravan of Wanyamwezi, carrying ivories. On December 6th we arrived at a halting place in the Ugogi Dhun, and were greeted by another caravan, freshly arrived, commanded by Hindus, who, after receiving and returning news with much solemnity, presently drew forth a packet of papers and letters, which as usual promised trouble, and the inevitable—to me—“official wigging.” I also received the following pleasant letter:--
Dear Burton,
Go ahead! Vogel and Macguire dead—murdered. Write often to
Yours truly,
N.S.