THROUGH KAVIRONDO TO VICTORIA
NYANZA.
THE people (Wakwafi) of Njemps presented an interesting
study to the observer as throwing light upon the origin of the various small tribes which
people Africa. Unquestionably Masai in race, and only separated from that tribe through
the loss of their cattle and the consequent necessity of breaking their cherished
convictions by cultivating the soil, they had developed new ideas, manners and customs ill
a comparatively short period.
They did not by ally means supply all argument ill favour of the vegetarians; for in
personal appearance they had distinctly degenerated and could not for a moment compete
with their aristocratic carnivorous brethren of Lykipia. This was especially noticeable
among the women, who ]lad lost their slender, genteel shape and acquired the
illproportioned, unwieldy contour of the negress. Perhaps an exception might be made
ill favour of the young women, many of whom were wellformed and characterized by
most pleasing and interesting manners.
The colony consisted of two villagesNjemps of Guaso Tigirish, close to our camp,
and Njemps of Guaso na Nyuki. The houses were of the haycock order, with floors
beneath the level of the ground, very small and badly built They were surrounded by a
double fence of thorns, which, however, are a greater source of danger than of protection,
as ill this dry climate they become like tinder, and consequently can be set on fire easily. If this were done at several points
simultaneously, the inhabitants could easily be burned to death.
Ill a hazy sort of way they tried to keep up the distinction [264] between the married and
the unmarried people, very little work being expected of the latter, and the sweetheart
system being preserved. They all, however, occupy the same village, and of course the
young men cannot afford to live on meat, though they always come in for the lions
share when any of it is going. When parties go off on warraids, they also contrive
to cat a bullock by way of getting up their courage.
They lead upon the whole a very miserable life, ever threatened with destruction by the
Masai. who have swept off several villages and all their cattle. The soil being the very
richest loam, brought down from the mountains and spread over a comparatively level plain
to the south of the lake, it is capable of producing anything; only the extreme dryness of
the air and the very small annual rainfall, confined to a couple of months, keeps it
sterile and barren. To ameliorate this unhappy condition of things the Wakwafi have
developed a wonderfully ingenious system of irrigation by artificial canals of (for them)
great magnitude. They construct dams across the deep channel of the Guaso Tigirish and
thus raise the level of the water to that of the plain, and then, by an intricate network
of channels, they spread the precious fluid over a large area, and raise their millet and
melons. These products form almost their sole food, eked out by what they are able to kill
in the chase and by fish from the river, though when meat is scarce they are not
disdainful even of rats. Of these there were simply myriads. They swarmed everywhere, and
nothing was too sacred for them. Need it be wondered if "oft in the stilly
night" were heard imprecations loud and deep upon the wretched pests when I have been
wakened up by my nose. being bitten or the sanctity of my toe invaded. My books were
devoured, and even the bullets in my cartridges were not too indigestible. Everything,
indeed, had to be kept under iron or hung up under sheds, as represented on page
313.
As in the case of the Wataveta, the Wanjemps
are singularly honest and reliable, so much so that valuable goods and equally valuable
food are left in their charge with the utmost confidence, and I have heard of no case of
this being violated. To me, one of the most remarkable features in the character of the
young women and girls was their absolute unconsciousness of fear in my presence, and the
complete confidence they seemed to have in me. They indeed took [265] possession of my
premises with the most agreeable abandon, lolled about the floor like young
puppies, examining every thing with the curiosity of monkeys. They scrupled not to sit
down on my knee, and with feminine blandishments which I could not resist, compelled me to
go through my fashionable and highly original entertainment of drawing my own teeth. This
was a neverfailing source of astonishment, and was received each time with
flattering remarks of appreciation. Martin, desirous of reaping cheap fame and attracting
the attention of tile damsels got beautifully caught on one occasion. He had been trying
to impress upon them that lie could do all that sort of thing as well as I, and to clench
his assertion declared that if one of them cut off his finger he could put it on again. He
was holding out his finger, and before he knew what was up one girl had made a vicious cut
at it, and nearly severed it. Martin did not try that little game again. Next in interest
to the toothdrawing was the examination of themselves in the It was some [266] days before they seemed
to grasp the uses of the mirror, but their feminine instincts soon told them, and they
would frequently get it to see that their ornaments were properly arranged. A few
photographs of some of their charming white sisters which I happened to have with me were
a great source of delight. They actually supposed them to be living beings, and if told
that they were asleep, they were quite satisfied.
In the midst of these unsophisticated people, and pleasing incidents which I delight to
recall, several days rapidly passed. My experiences were further varied by some shooting
trips, in one of which I was so fortunate as to secure two beisa antelopes (Oryx beisa),
the first I had seen. I also saw for the first time the lesser kudu. The waterbuck were in
great numbers about the lake to which I paid a visit.
Before my arrival at Baringo my friend Jumba Kimameta had proceeded to the country of
Engobot, about 120 miles N.N.W., but had left several old men with large quantities of
food, donkeys, &c., pending his return south. He had also left a goodnatured old fool
to go with me, but as he knew no more than myself of the country I now wanted to traverse
I could not see the use of him.
And now the final stage, the most uncertain of the whole journey, had to be attempted
with the agreeable knowledge that the last three caravans which had preceded me had each
lost more than one hundred men by violence. One, of these disasters had occurred only the
previous year, and yet I now proposed to go into the same country with only one hundred
men all told. As in the case of my Lykipia trip, the traders swore it was impossible, and
that I would never get back alive. My own men, however, had come to know me by this time,
and there was not a remonstrance from one of them. Sadi, though greatly against it, rose
considerably in my opinion by stating that he was ready to follow me. Not so Muhinna. He,
knowing now the futility of tears and entreaties, took a new line, and feigned extreme
illness, groaned mightily as if with racking pain, and if he came to the door did so only
with the aid of a stick, his body bent over it, sighing deeply, and in general looking the
very picture of woe. I knew it was all a sham, but so thoroughly did I detest him from the
bottom of my son], and so much was I afraid that in the event of my taking him he would
play me some ruinous trick, that I pretended to [267]
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believe him, and was glad to leave him behindthough, with the exception of his
brother Mansimba, who was too much of an idiot to be of much use, lie was the only man in
tile caravan who had been to Kavirondo, and knew it well.
The date of my departure being fixed, everything that was not absolutely wanted was
secretly buried, as much to safeguard it against fire as from any fear of its being
stolen. All the weak and sickly wore weeded out and left as a sort of guard under one of
Stanleys "Immortals."
A few days previous a rather sad accident happened. One of the coastmen had got a huge
thorn run into his footjoint, which had utterly incapacitated him, as he would not
allow me to cut it out. This had lasted nearly six weeks, and he had in consequence become
very low in spirits. His hut in the camp happened to be pretty close to the
thornfence, and apparently a hyena had discovered that there was a disabled man
about. Acting on this idea it had crushed through the boma in some way, seized the
helpless man, and dragged him out and right into the heart of the fence before his screams
brought out the porters, who by firing their guns drove off the ferocious brute. Next
morning the poor fellow died from the combined effects of his illness and the fright. I
mention this incident as being the only case which came directly under my notice of a
hyena seizing a living man. It would seem as if it must have known that he was helpless.
Before setting forth once more I found it necessary to "do in Rome as the Romans
do" to the extent of assisting in the preliminary ceremonies of making the caravan
medicines and finding out a proper day for the start. Muinyi KomboJumbas
mantook charge of these interesting matters. First a magic bullet had to be cast.
This had to be made in an oblong form enclosing, a verse of the Koran. At I p.m. precisely
I had to fire it off facing due south. Its destination was warranted to be the hearts of
all who meant me harm. Of this murderous fact I now make confession, though I have been
pleased to imagine that I must have had very few enemies, as I have heard of no bloody
deaths among them. All hour later a specially prepared piece of steel wrapped in red cloth
was put in a fire by Martin, who had to express wishes for a safe and successful journey.
The fire having been well lit, I had to extinguish it with water, expressing at the same
time the amiable desire that [269] all who meant us harm might be quenched even as the flame. My men, being
of a more irreverent nature than the coast people, laughed heartily at the whole farce.
This. finished our part in these curious ceremonies. A sacrifice, however, had to be made
of a goat, which being devoured to the satisfaction of the coast greybeards it was
discovered that Fridaytheir Sundayat 11 a.m. was the day and hour decreed by
the Higher Powers, and that we had to take a bullock with us.
On Friday, the 16th of November, we were all plunged into the agreeable stir
and excitement of a renewed start. At 11 a.m. we crossed the Guaso Tigirish, passed to the
village on the neighbouring river, and then struck W.N.W. towards Kamasia. Reaching the
edge of a low, flat terrace of the range, we camped on the Guaso Tigirish, near the point
where it escapes from the terracecutting its way by a deep, narrow gorge through
cryptocrystalline lavas of recent origin.
In the afternoon I went out fishing, and in a short time caught three and a half dozen
beautiful fish. Leaving camp next morning, we ascended the terrace. Crossing the top by an
excruciating pathway over angular boulders and forbidding thorns, we found a second
terrace, which, being traversed, we descended into the bed of the Guaso Kamny�, a small
stream from the mountains to The Lake, though only reaching it in the wet season.
Following up the Kamny�, we entered a picturesque glen which led us through a third
terrace of lava rocks and carried us apparently in the very heart of the Kamasia Range.
Our arrival was speedily announced from hill to hill by the calls of the natives, who,
living in isolated houses perched on the sides of the mountains, have no other means of
communicating news but that of shouting. It was truly marvellous with what apparent ease
they seemed to be able to project their voices immense distances. I have seen a man
speaking across a deep valley to another who could barely be distinguished, and yet not
raising his voice more than if he was speaking to one a few yards off. The reply of the
other could be heard with remarkable distinctness. This curious mode of communication I
had previously observed among the mountains of Ukinga, north of Nyassa. In response to
this summons, men and women came trooping ill on all sides; the former for their hongo, the latter to sell small
quantities of food. [270]
These people have much the general aspect of the Masai, to whom
they are distantly related, judging from their language and a few minor details. They
carried the spear distinctive of the Suk country. It is seven feet long, with head small,
and is used either for throwing or stabbing. They also carried the bow and arrow. The
dress of the men consisted of a very small bit of kidskin hung on the breast like a
babys bib, while the women wore two dressed skins, one round the loins, and the
other round the shoulders. They cultivate chiefly the grain known as uuliz� (eleusine)
and a little millet. The former requires new ground yearly. Their mode of raising a
crop is by cutting down a tract of dense bush, leaving the sticks and branches to dry, and
then burning them in situ so as to form manure with the ashes. This entails an enormous
labour. The existence of the Wakamasia depends entirely upon their small streams.
These, like the grass with the Masai, receive their profoundest veneration, and a native
rarely crosses a rivulet with. out spitting on some grass, and throwing it into the
stream.
On the following morning we left our camp at Mkuyuni (place of
sycamoretrees), and by a very precipitous pathway, further impeded by wretched
bushes, we reached the top of the mountainpass, and found ourselves looking down on
a magnificent landscape. Immediately at our feet lay the glen which we had just left with
the outer darkgreen bushclad hills ebbing away into the variegated green of
the lava terraces, and ending in the sere and yellow colours of the Njemps plain. Beyond
to the northwest shimmered Baringo, with its charming islets backed by the weird
outline of the Suk and Lykipia mountains, seen through a dense haze. The view looking
southwest embraced the head of the glen, and exhibited a wonderfully picturesque
display of peaks and rugged masses of sharp, serrated ridges with scarred sides like
colossal files, the whole covered with a tint of richest verdure, and the faintest
suggestion of an ethereal, silvery sheen.
After recovering our breath and photographing the head of the glen, we once more
resumed our way, descending into a deep gorge, which here divides the mountain into two
ridges. Reaching the western ridge, we were filled with a feeling of awe at the impressive
spectacle of Elgeyo rising as a stupendous precipice of frowning rocks to a height of over
8000 feet from the valley of the Weiwei, which lay between us and this grand sight. [271]
During the whole of this charming though trying march we were
kept in excitement by the seemingly supernatural shouts that echoed and reechoed
from apparently the most impossible places. We had to halt more than three times to
arrange the hongo before we were allowed to pass. The road was "shut" by placing
some green twigs across the pathway, and to pass over that sacred symbol before permission
was accorded was sufficient to drive the people into fits of uncontrollable excitement. We
camped on the western face of the range, and next day we reached the base of the mountain
by a more gentle gradient and a less stony path than had characterized the eastern side.
It remains but to be said that Kamasia is a distinct range of mountains, rising from
8000 to 9000 feet in the higher peaks, and forming a branch or offshoot from the Mail
escarpment, which is here continued north under the name of Elgeyo. It is extremely steep
and abrupt on the eastern aspect, shading away more gently on the western. It is covered
with denses bush, though in the higher parts the bush becomes forest. Notwithstanding its
comparative barrenness, it keeps alive a [272] pretty large population, who, however, are ever in danger of utter
starvation from periods of drought. They have considerable herds of sheep and goats, and a
few head of cattle.
The range consisted geologically of a metamorphic rock composed of a white striated
felspar, a little quartz, and black mica in minute scales. A fine grey clay is the result
of the decomposition of this rock.
On the following day we crossed the narrow valley which lies between Kamasia and
Elgeyo, through which flow the headwaters of the Weiwei, a stream which, after
running north to the Suk Mountains, rounds the N.W. end of that range, and finds its way
to Samburu.
At Elmet�i we had to stop a day to collect food for the desert march across the Angata
Nyuki (Red Plain), of Guas Ngishu. We here found that, though Elgeyo was
marvellously steep and made us wonder how on earth we should ever be able to ascend it,
yet it was not an absolute precipice. The lower part presented an aspect very different
from that of the upper, being a striking assemblage of sharp ridges running down its face
like the flutings of a column, though of course more irregular and picturesque, while the
upper part was a sheer rock precipice of the most unmistakable character. On moving up a
small stream which tumbles down the mountain, I soon found a clue to these topographical
features in the shape of enormous masses of porphyritic sanidine rock, exactly resembling
that found on the south of Kilimanjaro. These masses were so big that I could hardly
believe that they were not in their natural place. They clearly, however, had crashed
headlong from the upper precipices, which indeed were neither more nor less than a lava
cap to the underlying metamorphic rocks.
In spite of a heavy days climb, we only succeeded in
getting about threefourths up the mountain. When nearly at the base of the
precipice, we camped to enjoy a lovely view,a cascade tumbling little short of 1000
feet over the precipice, a charming ledge stretching from the sheltering wall, over whose
bushy ridges peeped forth romantic huts and cultivated patches. A further clue to the
origin of the lava precipice was obtained by finding that between the almost vertical beds
of the metamorphic rocks and the lava lay a thick deposit of volcanic debris, whose
easy erosion led to the undermining of the more compact lava and consequent toppling of
the same down into the valley below, thus ever forming, new surfaces. [273]
Renewing our hard climb, we braced ourselves for the last spurt,
though, as we looked up at the grim and frowning mass, it required a considerable amount
of faith to imagine that it could ever be surmounted. However, a guide led the way, and
gasping for breath, and grasping for life, we pushed up. As I was beginning to sbe afraid
that we were to be beat, a small crack was descried in the apparently impregnable rocks,
and by creeping and crawling we ascended foot by foot. As we neared the top, I was struck
with astonishment to hear a sound like a great sighing as of a storm rushing through a
forest, and to see the clouds immediately overhead whirling with great violence eastward,
and yet where I was hardly a breath of air disturbed the repose of the leaflets. As we
crept on, however, slight whiffs of wind told us what was above, and these gradually
increased in force, till, putting our heads above the shelter of the precipice, we got an
unmistakable slap in the face which heightened my colour considerably. There was, in fact,
a perfect hurricane raging at the top, and we had to crawl on hands and knees some
distance from the face of the precipice lest we should be hurled back.
[274] As at
Dondol�, we were presently enveloped in the very rawest and most orthodox of Scotch
mists, which soon soaked us to the skin. We found the top of Elgeyo capped by a dense
forest of junipers, with an almost inpenetrable undergrowth of sturdy bush. Dense banks of
fog seem to hang almost continuously over those high elevations.
Half an hour along a hunters track brought us to the edge of the forest, and
before us lay the treeless expanse of the Red Plain of Guas Ngishu. My men, however,
were too much paralyzed by the cold to move forward that day. We were therefore forced to
camp and light great bonfires to revive them. We were fortunate in falling upon the camp
of the last caravan which had passed into Kavirondo, and a few loads of grass were all
that was needed to make it inhabitable.
The day clearing up somewhat, I went outside, and from an eminence was rewarded by a
totally unexpected sighta magnificent mountain some sixty miles to the W.N.W.,
comparable in size to Mount Kenia itself, without the upper snowclad peak. This was
Elgon or Masawa, famed for its caves, and which I had been led to believe to be an
insignificant hill. To the north rose the imposing range of Chibcharagnani, which runs at
right angles to Elgeyo, and almost extends to Elgon. Due west shaded gently away the
treeless plain of Guas Ngishu, unbroken except by one slight eminence, till in the
distant horizon rose the conical peak of Surongai, the boundarywall of Kavirondo. We
knew that somewhere beyond those hills lay the waters of the great lake of which I was in
search.
As already mentioned, this magnificent grassy reach was formerly grazed over by the
Wakwafi till, a few years previously, they had to a man been driven off by the
Masai, and now the buffalo, eland, hartebeest, rhinoceros, and zebra feed undisturbed,
except by a chance caravan or an Andorobbo hunter.
On the 24th of November I had just got down my tent and was on the point of
departure, when a horrid driving drizzle set in with a high wind, which made a march
impossible, and compelled us at a temperature of less than 50�
to shiver over the fires in the shelter of the forest. If we had been caught in the open,
not one half of the men would have survived, there being no shelter and no firewood.
Towards 10 a.m. matters improved, and we wasted no time in striking camp, as it would
require our very best efforts to cross the worst part and reach a hollow where there was [275] shelter and a little
firewood. As usual, I was considerably ahead with my advanceguard, stepping out at a
great pace through tall grass which reached my knees, when we were greeted by a shout of
"Kifaru! kifaru!"(rhinoceros); turning, round, our equanimity was considerably
upset by the of a fine big fellow tearing down upon us within forty yards. My gallant men
scattered like startled deer, and even Brahim, who carried my gun, was showing me his
rear, when I yelled at Him. to give the weapon to me. Ere I secured the gun the rhinoceros
was within ten yards. I instantly fired right in its face. This was not sufficient to
bring it down, but it had the effect of making it swerve, and as it went puffing past me
within three yards I gave it the second bullet in the neck. Down it dropped with the most
astounding velocity, squealing with a ludicrous resemblance to a pig, My Andorobbo guide
was so amazed at my performance, that for a moment he stood like one paralyzed, and then
made as if to run away in absolute fright. I succeeded, however, in reassuring him. My
men, not having had any meat for a very long time to take with their unpalatable millet,
fought like hyenas over the rhinoceros. One man got badly slashed in the arm with a knife,
and I had at last to restore order in a very summary fashion.
Some distance farther on I was interested in discovering an outcrop of quartzite, and
near the spot I shot three hartebeest (Alcelaphus the first of the kind I had
seenthe hartebeest found further south being a species first shot by Col. Coke, and
now just described under his name. (See titlepage.)
We crossed a number of fine streams all flowing towards the Lake; and as the sun set we
reached our campingplace, where we were happy in finding a sheltered nook and some
small bits of firewood. From this place we could see the high forest region of
Nandi, which seems to be a curious counterpart of Kikuyu. It appeared in the south as a
long dark ridge running apparently N.W. and S.E. The Wanandi are allied in language
and customs to the Wakamasia and Waelgeyo, though much braver and more
warlike. In their intractable character they resemble the Wakikuyu, and neither can
tradingcaravans enter peaceably their domains nor Masai warriors forcibly. To the
north in the far distance could be descried the very high conical mountain Donyo Le
Kakisera, which is described as being sometimes streaked with snow. [276]
Before reaching camp, I had been much struck by a curious
circular wall of earth with openings here and there. It had a surprising resemblance to a
Pictish encampment. On inquiry I learned that it had been a Masai kraal, the houses having
been built of stone and mud, owing to the difficulty of obtaining the necessary wood to
build the regulation huts. They must have been mere heaps of stone and earth, with holes
in the centre, which ill the inclement weather could be covered with bullocks hides,
and the in. habitants must have sat in them like birds ill their nests only with a very
great deal more discomfort. Now they appear only as a circle of earthworks. Next morning,
as we neared the western hills, the country became more diversified and
pleasingrolling in gentle undulations and dotted over with a flowering shrub. Game
existed in very great numbers, and I kept our larder well supplied by knocking over a
warthog, which proved very good eatingthough only the mission boys would touch
it. Further on ail eland fell to lily gun, next a hartebeest, and finally, at camp, no
less than three more of those antelopes. Buffalo we saw in very great numbers, but I did
not disturb them.
Next day we entered a more hilly country, and had to cross a large river three times,
much to our discomfort. Game, especially buffalo, was in amazing abundance, and we were in
considerable danger of being scattered on three separate occasions by herds. I had to fire
at them repeatedly, and I wounded several, but time was too precious to be wasted
following g them up; all the more so as we were going entirely at haphazard, our guide
having returned two days previously.
On camping I sent Makatubu and Mansimba to reconnoitre ahead, as it was desirable that
we should know our whereabouts, and not be taken by surprise. Their report was not very
decided, but led us to believe that we should reach the inhabited part of Kavirondo on the
morrow.
Next day we ascended a range of hills which lay before us. When at the top we found a
narrow valley and a second range of hills beyond. Going off with three men to reconnoitre,
we descended into the valley. It was chiefly remarkable for the length of the grass, which
made walking a serious labour, and for the number of small streams flowing north to the
river Nzoia. I was greatly interested to discover growing in the valley a splendid Protea.
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reaching the top of the second range we were relieved and gratified to find Kavirondo
lying at our feet, and soon we were pointing out to each other curling columns of smoke
and square patches of variegated green, which told of inhabitants and cultivation.
Returning on our path, we presently picked up the men. Then with much circumspection we
crossed the hills and camped at their base, taking care to build a strong boma.
On the 28th of November, 1883, I entered the village of Kabaras,
picturesquely situated on the face of a boulderclad hill, and surrounded by smiling
fields. It was with a considerable degree of trepidation that I encountered the
Wakavirondo for the first time, after the bloodthirsty character I had heard
ascribed to them. I was soon, however agreeably surprised to hear the familiar coast
"Yambo?" (How do you do?) shouted from all sides, as people came rushing from
the village on seeing my men appear from the jungle. When they caught sight of me there
was, however, a considerable change in their manner. Symptoms of astonishment and terror
were very evident. They hastily retreated inside the mud walls which surround their
village, and feeling then somewhat more secure, they crowded on to the top and demanded
explanations. Inside could be descried men rushing about from hut to hut in the midst of a
tremendous uproar, and immediately afterwards they appeared with wardress and spear,
ready for the expected battle. Ordering my men to halt, and laying aside my rifle, I went
forward with one of my boys and tried to explain who I was and with what peaceable aims
and intentions I had come among them. A buzz of astonishment greeted my appearance, and
presently an encouraging sign was visible in the appearance of women among the men,
brought out evidently by the ungovernable curiosity of the sex. My protestations had the
desired effect, and at last a few old men ventured forth, chiefly Andorobbo who live here.
Mansimba was then recognized as an old friend, and in response to a shout of reassurance,
men, women, and children flocked out to see the newest human prodigy.
It was now my turn to feel a measure of astonishment,
awkwardness, and bashfulness, as I found myself surrounded by a bevy of undraped damsels,
whose clothes and ornaments consisted of a string of beads. I had much to do to keep my
countenance, and was at a loss where to look. Gradually, however, getting accustomed to
the crowd, I gave up [279] stargazing, and before long it seemed the most natural thing in the world
to dressI mean to be without dressin. that way, and I began to make wise
reflections about the atrocities of an overcivilized community, and to appreciate
for the first time the appropriateness of the saying about beauty being "when
unadorned adorned the most." To proceed, however, I was soon on the best of terms
with the natives We were conducted inside the village, and a place assigned to me to pitch
my tent, while the men stowed themselves away under caves or in huts, in short, wherever
they could find a convenient shelter. As for myself, I called for my [280] campstool, and
getting a cup of tea, proceeded to accustom myself to the great unclad, as well as to
familiarize the simple folks with my own remarkable person.
The notes I formed mentally while I sat observing and being observed were to this
effect. The Wakavirondo are by no means attractive in their appearance, and contrast
unfavourably with the Masai. Their heads are of a distinctly lower type, eyes dull and
muddy, jaws somewhat prognathous, mouth unpleasantly large, and lips thick, projecting and
evertedthey are in fact true negroes. Their figures are better, though only among
the unmarried young women could they be said to be in an sense pleasing to look at. any
Among the married women the abdomen is aggressively protuberant, and roughly tattooed
without any attempt at design. These also exhibit the rudiments of a dress, and some sense
of decency. In the former they have drawn their inspiration from naturea long tassel
of cord worn behind, with a ludicrous resemblance to a tail, forming the, chief article of
clothing, and a fringe of cord, four inches square, comprising all the rest. The men go
absolutely naked, and are remarkable for their athletic build, and the unusual size of the
body in comparison with the legs.. In this matter of proportion they are also distinctly
inferior to the Masai. It is at once seen from their weapons that they are not a warlike
people, their spears being of the very poorest, with small heads and handles commonly
eight feet long, as if they had no desire to get into close quarters with their enemies.
Their shields are of all shapes and sizes, though the characteristic Kavirondo form is
enormous in dimensions and weight. It consists of an almost entire buffalo skin, four feet
long and as much broad, bent so as to form an angle, thus surrounding the bearer
completely except in the rear. When advancing to the attack nothing but his head is seen.
So heavy and unweildy is this shield, that, except in actual battle, it has to be carried
slung on the back, and in flight must be thrown away.
The Wakavirondo delight in getting themselves up in
the most fantastic headdresses. Antelopes horns, cocks
tailfeathers, basket and leather work are all enlisted to produce the most
aweinspiring effects. Their huts are of the conventional beehive shaperoof
sometimes sharply conical, at other times, as at Kabaras, rising very slightly. Inside
they are either ideally clean and nice or disgustingly filthy. The former is the case with
the huts of the poorer people, [281] who have no goats or cattle. Those have the floor beaten smooth and hard
with clay, a fireplace especially built, and not a speck of refuse left lying about. The
special feature of those huts is the wonderful array of pomb�pots, ranging
in size from a few inches to three feet in height. Being conical at the base, they have
special clay sockets for their reception. In almost every hut there is a very curious
beehouse. This is a hollowed log of wood fixed up inside, but with one end projecting
through the wall to admit of the ingress and egress of the bees. Strangely enough, though
the house is frequently filled with smoke, and the honey acquires a black colour and most
disagreeable taste, it does not drive the busy insects away. By this arrangement the
Wakavirondo are able to extract the comb whenever they desire.
The description of the other order of huts almost requires to be approached with a
scented handkerchief to ones nose. In these the most perfect goodfellowship
exists between a couple of cows, three or four goats and sheep, a dog, sundry cocks and
hens in the rafters, the lady of the house, her lord (when it pleases him to visit her)
and a lot of children. [282] A fire burns in the centre, and there is no other exit for the smoke than
the door, which is kept closed. The native charms of this abode of unsophisticated
"niggers" is mightily enlivened by innumerable fleas, lice, &c. It will be
easily understood how cosy and warm the hut will be on chilly nights, and the imagination
will not be at a loss to picture a delightful group. Children nestling close to the cow,
like young puppies to their mother; the mother leaning contentedly on a sheep or a goat;
the cow breathing heavily as it complacently chews its cud, and meditates, now on the rich
pasturage, anon on the amenities of its nightly dwelling; the dog wriggling about till it
has ensconced itself among the children; while the sage cock from its perch looks down
benignantly through the gloom upon the happy family snoring below, and, seeing that all is
well, waits patiently through the watches of the night, ready to sing forth its rousing
notes on the approach of dawn.
The Wakavirondo protect their villages by strong mud walls with an outer fosse,
or dry ditch. The clayey character of the soil formed by the decomposition of the
granites, lends itself very well to this purpose, from its tenacity and hardness when dry.
The engraving of Kabaras and that of Massala show this feature.
We were now in the midst of abundance. The hardships and horrors of our late fare were
forgotten, as we picked the bones of fat Kavirondo fowls, with accompaniments of
groundnuts, sweet potatoes, and maize. How delicious these good things tasted, and with
what a glorious appetite we applied ourselves to them, till sighs of satisfaction told us
that the elasticity of even our digestive organs had a limit! We had partaken of our meal
under the wondering gaze of the natives, and we now, in the cool of the evening, sat
outside and examined them again as we sipped our coffee.
Observing some of the young women dancing a little distance off, we persuaded them, on
the promise of beads, to conic and perform before us. We were greatly amused at the manner
in which they enjoyed the "poetry of motion." With demure aspect, bashful, and
doubtless blushing (if their colour would have shown it), with hands laid close to each
other in front of the waist, they advanced to the clapping and singing of the crowd. Next
they alternately threw forward each foot; then there was a jerk of the shoulders as if a
dynamite pill had burst beneath the shoulder blade. This was repeated with growing
rapidity, [283]
culminating in a grand "breakdown," and shoulders and arms seemed as if
they would fly off, so marvellous was the celerity with which they moved the muscles of
the upper part of the body. This performance we encored heartily, and as we threw largesse
to the performers, there was soon a grand struggle for the honour and emoluments
attaching to the entertainment of such liberal visitors. They were ready to any extent to
contribute to our delectation by their
"Quips and cranks and wanton wiles;
Nods and becks and wreathed smiles."
As night fell we voted each other right good friends, and retired to our respective
quarters.
Next morning a large bowl of milk was brought to me. As I was about to enjoy the
refreshing draught I thought I smelt something queer. I pursed my brow, and sniffed again.
Then I screwed up my face, let the bowl fall, placed my hands across my stomach, and
rushed into my tent, from which afterwards might have been heard sounds not unknown on the
Channel boats in roughish weather. Equilibrium restored, I called a council to inquire
into the ingredients of that strange drink. It was discovered that the cow is made to add
to the volume and flavour of her milk by another animal liquid, which, as far as I am
aware, has never been used in England for adulteration. The said liquid is kept standing a
few days to develop its "bouquet" and "body," before being added to
the milk The result I will leave the reader to imagine. Another delightful discovery of
the habits of the Wakavirondo was, that they milked their cows into vessels
plastered inside with dung, Upon the whole, therefore, it will be seen that these
unsophisticated people revel in somewhat highly flavoured refreshments.
We stopped a day at Kabaras, as it was imperative we should proceed gently if we wanted
to go far. So in the intervals of photographing the village, and taking some astronomical
observations, we set the young men and maidens adancing, and with lavish hand threw
beads among them Our days stay allowed the news of our arrival to precede us, as
well as the fact of our friendly character and openhanded generosity.
Next day we resumed our march for the chief town of Upper Kavirondo, namely We passed
over a fertile, rolling country, watered by a perfect network of [284] rivulets, the existence
of which I can only account for on the theory that they really come from the eastern
highlands of Guas Ngishu, finding their way underground, to spring forth in the
lower levels of Kavirondo. We found that on leaving the grassy plateau of Guas
Ngishu, with its gentle, even slope westward, we had left behind the lava rocks, and
entered a more broken area characterized geologically by porphyritic granites, which
weathered rapidly into reddish clays, leaving innumerable enormous blocks of the less
easily denuded parts. The district seemed to be strewn over with colossal boulders, just
as in some parts of our own country, where glacial erratics dot the fields though not
quite so numerously.
What most impressed me was the surprising number of villages, and the generally
contented and welltodo air of the inhabitants. It was almost like a triumphal
progress, and we were quite in the mood to amuse ourselves by looking at it in that light,
as we were rapidly approaching the goal of our hopes, Victoria Nyanza. Almost every foot
of ground was under cultivation. Yet the people seem to have some idea of the value of a
rotation of crops, for they allow land to lie fallow occasionally, such parts being used
as pastureground for the cattle and flocks.
We passed along a perfect lane of people, all carrying baskets of food which they were
dying to dispose of for beads. There were honey, milk, eggs, fowls, beans, &c.,
&c.
On the second day we reached the town of an important chief of this region, named
Sakwa. We here found considerable numbers of the original Wakwafi of Guas
Ngishu, who had been compelled to take refuge among the Wakavirondo, and now they
were proving to be a poisonous power among their more peaceable and genial hosts. They
lived like paupers, and were setting one chief to fight another, breaking up the harmony
of the tribe, and plunging it into endless feuds. They are also initiating their hosts
into the charms of levying blackmail, and, like ideal stagevillains, they are
ever ready to instil bad council into the ears of the chiefs.
They tried the same insolent swagger er and arrogance with us, but I was not slow to
let them understand that what I could endure among the Masai in their own country I would
not tolerate from them. In fact, from a certain hitherto suppressed feeling of revenge, it
gave me no small pleasure to cut up rough among these rascals, and to be explosive [285] when any one of them
presumed too much on my forbearance My men also delighted to have it out with them, and
turned the tables on them by scowling fearfully and threatening to do unutterable things.
Sakwa made himself very agreeable by rushing after his subjects when they became too
troublesome and pressing, driving them off with blows, and not even disdaining to pick up
stones and hurl them after the scampering crowd. On some of these occasions a number of
the "mashers" of the town took advantage of the scramble to knock down several
men of the neighbouring villages and steal their food.
On the 3rd of December I arrived at the town of Sundu (KwaSundu). This
place, under the father of the present chief, was one of great importance and size; but
since his death it has gradually dwindled away, till the walls enclose more matamma fields
and grass patches than huts. The inhabitants under an effeminate prince have no special
advantages, and consequently prefer to live in smaller villages, to be nearer their
fields. KwaSundu occupies the summit of a ridge overlooking a splendid river, named
the Nzoia, which, gathering its waters from the plateau, and from Elgon and
Chibcharagnani, flows W.S.W. to the Lake.
The present chief is a mild and pleasant young man, and we were soon on the best of
terms with each other. Though of a sluggish temperament, and possessing none of the mental
activity of the Masai, he enjoyed enormously examining my photographs. He became so
enthusiastic over the charms of one young lady, who was represented as posing
aesthetically over a sunflower, that he gave me a large order for a bevy after that
pattern at two tusks of ivory a head. I said I would see what I could do for him.
I was very much interested in discovering that Kavirondo does not at all occupy the
place which has been assigned to it on our mapsthat is to say, about the middle of
the eastern shore of the Lake. In reality it lies on the northeast corner of the
Lake, and extends from about thirty miles north of the equator to about as much south of
it. What was still more important was the discovery that a part of Kavirondo really
occupied a considerable area represented by water on the maps. According to the maps,
KwaSundu lay only some four or five miles north of the Lake, and yet from
considerable eminence I could doscry nothing but a rolling [286] expanse of cultivated country, and no
lake in sight. On inquiry I learned that the nearest way to the Lake was west, and that
going g S.S.W. it could only be reached in four days. We shall thus make a very moderate
estimate if we put the distance at forty milesprobably it is considerably more.
The Wakavirondo are apparently a homogeneous race, and have very much the same
outward appearance, manners and customs. Yet on inquiry and examination I was enabled to
bring the interesting fact to light that there were two totally distinct languages. The
inhabitants of what we may call Lower Kavirondo, and the regions more immediately around
the Lake shore, speak a language resembling in vocabulary and construction that spoken by
the Nile tribes, while those of Upper Kavirondo speak a Bantu dialect so closely allied to
the Kiswahili that my men had no difficulty in making themselves understood. It is
even more closely allied to the Kiganda. The natives of Lower Kavirondo further show
their race affinities by their custom of wearing a stone ornament dangling from and
through the lower lip.
It is quite unnecessary to enlarge upon the customs, religious beliefs, &c., of
these people, as they present no marked variation from those already well known as
characteristic of East African negroes generally. The connection of the natives of Upper
Kavirondo with the latter is illustrated (and that very markedly) by their habit of
throwing sticks, stones, and grass into heaps at particular places such as boundaries,
with g the idea of propitiating some guardian spirit. This custom prevails all through the
countries southward to Nyassa.
I had a very good opportunity afforded me of observing what takes place on the death of
a child. One morning, near my tent, a small boy died. Throughout the day the father and
mother kept up a continuous wail, now rising into howls, anon into screams. Friends and
passersby added their voices to the dirge and occasionally broke into a dance. In
the afternoon a grave was dug immediately outside the door, and beneath the eaves of the
hut. When this was ready, the dead child was brought out for the last look. Every one then
broke into sobbing howls, as the father suddenly laid hold of it with convulsive energy
and laid it in the grave, while the mother threw herself on the ground and rolled about in
the ecstasy of her grief. The father, little less affected and wailing sadly, was suddenly
aroused by indignant protests from some of the greybeards. He had laid the corpse in
the [287] wrong
position! The father declared that he had done quite right, and a lull in the wailing took
place as they yelled and screamed at each other excitedly over this point. At last the
father was shouted down, and had to alter the position, whereupon the wails and howls were
resumed. The point of dispute was whether the face of the child should be towards the
house or away from it. This having been put right, a single treeleaf was placed
below the lower ear, and another over the upper, while a tuft of grass was placed in the
childs hand. This finished, a new howl was raised, which rose into a storm as the
father and mother pushed the soil over the little naked body with frantic energy. A final
howl being given and a dance performed, the party adjourned till the moon rose, and then
with deep libations of pomb� (native beer) they danced and threw their shoulders (not
their legs) about, to allay the grief of the parents and soothe the spirit of the buried
child.
The first person who dies in a new house is buried inside itthe second outside.
About the Wakavirondo it remains but to be said that they eloquently illustrate
the fact, which some people cannot understand, that morality has nothing g to do with
clothes. They are the most moral of all the tribes of this region, and they are simply
angels of purity beside the decently dressed Masai, among whom vice of the most open kind
is rampant.
Food at KwaSundu was surprisingly cheap and apparently inexhaustible. Four
mens food in flour was got for one string of beads, eight mens food of sweet
potatoes for the same, a sheep for fifteen strings, and a goat for twenty strings. Such
were some of the prices which ruled. Fish also from the Nzoia was added to our fare, so
that we were in a veritable land of Goshen. I might further have had hippopotamus beef, as
I shot several in the Nzoia, and it was a sight to see several hundred natives quarrelling
over the meat.
While the Lake was yet unseen I could not enjoy life contentedly. I therefore only
stayed two days at KwaSundu before I started with fifty men to complete my work,
leaving the rest behind with Makatubu. The country that had yet to be traversed was,
however, the dangerous region the people being less accustomed to traders. Mansimba
showed his appreciation of the dangers ahead, by hiding away to avoid being taken with us.
[288]
We crossed the Nzoia by a ford 100 yards broad, where the river
rushes fiercely over a rocky bed three feet deep. Striking westward, we approached near a
village, when we were suddenly startled by the warcry. My guide immediately jumped
on to an antmound and I followed him. Our appearance allayed the alarm in our
immediate neighbourhoodbut by that time the warcry had been taken up by
labourers in the field, and by other villages, and we could hear the signals spreading
further and further. The whole country seemed suddenly to have given birth to multitudes
of people, some hurrying towards the villages, others rushing out of them armed for war.
Hundreds of the natives were soon gathered round us. These we were able at once to
reassure, though, for several hours after, we met people tearing along as if for life or
death towards the supposed enemy. From what I saw, I could understand how the traders had
so frequently lost men, as within an hour several thousands of warriors could be collected
from this populous region. We camped that night at a small village called Mwofu, and found
our way forthwith to the hearts of the people by setting them to dance for beads.
The whole country was remarkable for its poverty in trees, a few small ones alone being
seen in the villages, where they afford refreshing shade. There is in consequence a great
dearth of wood, and it had to be bought for making fires. On this side of the Nzoia,
however, the Euphorbia was not uncommon. We passed capital grazingground and found
cattle numerous, though there were many villages that had been destroyed by the people of
Elgumi to the north.
At the village where we stopped on the second day, we got
an insight into the temper of the people. The Sultan of the place had presented us with a
bullock, and I had given him a present of brass wire in return. We took care, however, not
to kill the animal. In the morning the sons of the chief demanded another present, and
would not allow us to take the bullock away. I immediately demanded the wire, and told
them to keep their present. This brought the old chief out, and he entreated us to take
it. Accordingly we pushed our way outside the village. The sons, however, were not so
easily appeased. They raised a disturbance, and attempted, in the most excited and violent
manner, to take forcible possession of the bullock. Other young men began to gather [289] about, and all looked
as if they would enjoy a fight. I saw it was necessary to be firm and show them we were
not to be easily frightened. At last, however, as I was getting hustled nastily, my bile
was raised, and before the principal young agitator knew what he was about I had
dexterously laid him on his back. It was a sight to see the picture of demoniacal and
ungovernable rage which he presented as he sprang to his feet. He poised his spear, and
pranced about like a madman, trying to get clear of his father, who kept in front of him,
and prevented him from launching it at me. The moment was very critical. All my men held
their guns ready. Brahim covered the young warrior with my Express rifle, while on the
other hand hundreds of warriors grasped their spears as if only waiting a signal to
precipitate themselves upon our small party. As for myself, I simply folded my arms and
laughed derisively, a piece of acting I have always found to have a remarkable effect
upon the natives, who at once conclude that I have supernatural powers of offence
awl defence. The old man succeeded at last in carrying off his son, very much to my
relieffor in spite of [290]my heroic attitude I was anything but comfortable inwardly, and in reality
I had made a very narrow escape. We were now masters of the field, and wore allowed to
leave peaceably.
The extraordinary density of the population was to us it matter of great wonder. They
streamed forth in thousand to see us, amid yells and shouts of the most deafening
character. At first we wore inclined to lay the flattering unction to our soul that this
was an ovation specially got up to celebrate the successful crowning of the work of the
Expedition. But when they began to ])c insolent, and tried to block our way, the crowds
did not seem quite so pleasant. I began to lose my ordinary coolness and to get excited,
as with threatening., gestures they threw themselves in our path and tried to stop me
getting forward. I vowed that I would march on, whether they liked it or not. Keeping down
alike my fears and my wrath, therefore, I steadily pushed ahead, leading the way, while
Martin brought up the rear. Two men of a neighbouring district who were accompanying me
for protection, were set upon by some fiercely dressed warriors. Their goods were stolen,
and they would infallibly have been murdered, had I not crushed myself into the heart of
the melee, and rescued the poor fellows. At last we got past the worst, and we could
breathe again.
Shortly after, we camped at a village named Seremba. I here found numerous smelting
works, the ore being brought from regular mines, in a range of hills to the north. They
smelted it in open furnaces of charcoal, heaped up against a low wall, at the bottom of
which is a hole and drain leading from it to carry off the slagg. The blast is kept up by
a double bellows, worked with astonishing dexterity by a man standing. A whole day is
employed in smelting the ore., and a mass from 15 lbs. to 20 lbs. is the result. The
moment it is thought to be read , they turn out the hot mass and as speedily as possible
cut pieces off with axes, dealing with great rapidity herculean strokes. The iron thus
produced is first class, and the Wakavirondo, especially those of Samia, are
remarkably clever blacksmiths. They make wire in imitation of the coast seneng�, only it
is square instead of round. This takes a beautiful silvery polish, and is worn by the
young swells round their necks, arms, and legs, after the fashion prevalent among the
Masai women, only the coil is not continuous, but jointed on ring by ring. They make
capital spears, hoes &c., which are in use all over Kavirondo. I was greatly [291] interested to find that
in shaping their various weapons, implements, &c., they use a variety of hammers. For
the heaviest work they use large stones ; for the medium, (such as hoes in their secondary
stages) a thick arrowshaped piece of iron, striking with the edge of the head. The
square wire is manipulated by being struck with the end of an iron cylinder.
Next day we were not allowed to go on. Difficulties were
raised. Why was I tearing along in this manner by force, with the same cry of
"Nyanja, Nyanja" (the Lake)? What were we wanting there? Probably we would make
uchawi (black medicine), and stop the Lakewhatever that might mean. We must be
quarantined, and submit to a period of "observation" to see what sort of
symptoms were likely to develop themselves. All this was horribly annoying, and I was
afraid we should still be turned back at the very last moment. To let off my impatience I
went to the Nzoia close at hand, and shot three hippos, which had the effect of putting
the natives in good humour, and helped to smooth our way. I here photographed the river
with a school of hippos in one of its bends. [291]
Next day, finding that we were in the good graces of most of the
people (we had set them adancing on the previous day), and that it was only the
chief and his satellites who opposed our going forward, in the hope of screwing more
presents out of us, I resolved to proceed in spite of him. On getting ready for the road I
found the gate taken possession of by a band of armed men, and no time had to be lost.
Selecting a party, we made a sudden dash among the obstructors and hustled them away,
while a second lot came behind us, tore the gate to pieces, and threw them into the fosse.
They then kept the opening clear while we tried to get everything away. This was not quite
so easy. Several men seized hold of loads, and clung to them with tooth and nail, and
required some fearful tussling before they were dislodged. A few blows with sticks were
given treacherously, but fortunately the resistance did not go any further. We at last
proved to be the victors, and marched off triumphantly.
Half an hour sufficed to bring us to the top of a low range of hills, and there lay the
end of our pilgrimagea glistening bay of the great Lake surrounded by low shores and
shut in to the south by several islands, the whole softly veiled and rendered weirdly
indistinct by a dense haze. The view, with aridlooking cuphorbiaclad slopes
shading gently down to the muddy beach, could not be called picturesque, though it was
certainly pleasing. This scene was in striking contrast to all the views of African lakes
it had yet been my privilege to see. In all previous cases I had looked down from heights
of not less than 7000 feet into yawning abysses some thousands of feet below; but here I
stood on an insignificant hill and saw it gradually subsiding to the level of the great
sheet of water.
We had no patience, however, to stand and take in all the details of the scene, we were
too eager to be on the actual shores. An hours feverish tramp, almost breaking into
a run, served to bring us to the edge of Lake Victoria Nyanza, and soon we were joyously
drinking deep draughts of its waters, while the men ran in kneedeep, firing their
guns and splashing about like madmen, apparently more delighted at the sight of the Lake
than I wasthough doubtless the adage held good here, as in so many cases, that still
waters run deep.
When my escort had thus effervesced to some extent they gathered round, and the
good fellows, knowing that my dearest wish had been attained, shook hands with me with [293] such genuine heartiness
and goodwill that they brought tears to my eyes. Having recovered tone, Ias it
behoved me to domade a speech to them on the heroic lines more commonly heard at a
City banquet or Mutual Admiration Society than. in Central Africa. This duty performed, we
proceeded to the village of the second chief of Samiain which district of Kavirondo
we now wereand there we camped.
Next day I rested from my labours with the delicious consciousness that a great feat
had been accomplished and that I had home as the new beaconstar ahead to direct my
wandering footsteps. Next day, finding ourselves among a very pleasant people, we laid
aside our natural reserve, and, pocketing our high dignity, we set all the young people of
the village to trip it. In the cool of the evening Martin and I illustrated the
"poetry of motion" as practised in Malta and Scotland; that is to say, Martin
tried to initiate the damsels into the mysterious charm of the waltz, while I showed them
how to do the "fantastic" in the spirited movements of a Scotch dance. Need I
say that Martin was simply nowhere, while they became enthusiastic over my performance.
That night, as I sat musing and stargazing, I concluded that the Wakavirondo
were decidedly susceptible of civilizing influences!
My agreeable conclusionsderived from their appreciation of my
dancingreceived rather a shock during the night. I was outside my tent with Martin
about midnight, taking some lunars to determine my longitude, when I observed a man
running rapidly past, and, jumping up, I saw some other men joining Him. Thinking some
small article of a porters had been stolen, I went to their quarters to inquire. I
soon made a sadder discovery than I had anticipated. The cooks hut had been broken
into with consummate courage, and the entire contents of my canteen carried off. Not even
a knife and fork was left to console me, and I bad the agreeable picture before me of
eating from wooden platters and using chopsticks or my fingers. If I was to avoid this
undesirable possibility, prompt action was required. I therefore shouted out our
warcry, "Bunduki ! bunduki!" (Guns ! Owns!) In a twinkling every man was
on his feet, his sleepingmat rolled up and conveyed to my tent. Leaving a guard
there, I took all the rest and made for the gates, which I secured by placing a guard at
each one. With the remainder bearing lighted brands I proceeded to the house [294] of the chief. The scene
that now took place was indescribable, as the entire population rushed from their huts
with the idea that the town was captured and that they would all be killed. The men
shouted and the women screamed and yelled. They were utterly out of their senses, and
rushed about like madmen from gate to gate, only to find on their approach
sternvisaged men with guns levelled at them. There were at that moment from three to
four hundred men in the village, but so utterly were they paralyzed by our prompt and
audacious action that they knew not what to do. I found myself in the midst of a large
crowd, and I knew what to do. Pointing to my men carrying brands, I announced my
ultimatum: "Restore my stolen property, or I burn down the town!" I was the more
remorseless in my demand as I had every reason to believe that almost the whole town was
implicated in the affair "indeed on the previous day the chief, Massala himself, had
been specially anxious to have some of the very articles now stolen. We obviously had them
completely at our mercy, and they implored me not to proceed to extremities, promising
that all would be returned. At this moment one man was captured with some plates, and to
show we were not afraid of them we at once administered a substantial drubbing, and
threatened to shoot him on the morrow when we had time. Seeing we meant business, and that
a minutes delay might issue in the place being set on fire, they gathered almost
everything up and brought them to us just as the sun appeared in the horizon. Then the
guards were withdrawn, and we could retire to chuckle over our triumph, though the
incident had been a most perilous one.
This adventure curiously enough seemed distinctly to raise us in
the goodwill of the people, and in the afternoon we were such excellent friends that
they stood without fear to be photographedNjemps being the only other place where
this took place. The young women here wore very well shaped, meriting as regards the
figure the distinction of being called tall and handsome, though they are unusually narrow
proportionately across the loins. At this place I was only fortyfive miles from the
Nile, and I would gladly have proceeded thither. But there were several considerations
which deterred me. First, an attack fever had resulted from my night adventure; secondly,
my stock of goods was getting inconveniently low; and, thirdly, I had reached the western
boundaries of Kavirondo, and the people beyond were at war with the natives of the latter.
As I had thus considerable uncertainty in front of me, I came to the conclusion that in
this case discretion was the better part of valour. To gain a little by going further I
might run an imminent risk of losing all. Here, then, I resolved to make my turning [296] point. My hopes and my
footsteps henceforth must be homeward.
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