Here The First Man To Meet Me Was The
Fugitive Chief Of Rubuga, Maula.
This poor old man - one of the
honestest chiefs in the country - had been to the former
expedition a host and good friend.
He now gave me a cow as a
present, and said he would give me ten more if I would assist him
in making friends with the Arabs, who had driven him out of his
country, and had destroyed all his belongings, even putting a
slave to reign in his stead, though he had committed no fault of
intentional injury towards them. It was true Manua Sera, their
enemy, had taken refuge in his palace, but that was not his
fault; for, anticipating the difficulties that would arise, he
did his best to keep Manua Sera out of it, but Manua Sera being
too strong for him, forced his way in. I need not say I tried to
console this unfortunate victim of circumstances as best I could,
inviting him to go with me to Kaze, and promising to protect him
with my life if he feared the Arabs; but the old man, being too
feeble to travel himself, said he would send his son with me.
Next day we pushed on a double march through the forest, and
reached a nullah. As it crosses the track in a southerly
direction, this might either be the head of the Kululu mongo or
river, which, passing through the district of Kiwele, drains
westward into the Malagarazi river, and thence into the
Tanganyika, or else the most westerly tributary to the Ruaha
river, draining eastward into the sea.
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