Ough! Ough!
Chorus. - Ough! Ough!
Hyah! Hyah!
Chorus. - Hyah. Hyah!"
This was the ridiculous song they kept up all day without
intermission.
We camped the first day at Bomboma's village, situated a mile to
the south-west of the natural hill fortress of Zimbili. Bombay
was quite recovered from his thrashing, and had banished the sullen
thoughts that had aroused my ire, and the men having behaved
themselves so well, a five-gallon pot of pombe was brought to
further nourish the valour, which they one and all thought they
possessed.
The second day we arrived at Masangi. I was visited soon
afterwards by Soud, the son of Sayd bin Majid, who told me the
Arabs were waiting for me; that they would not march from Mfuto
until I had arrived.
Eastern Mfuto, after a six hours' march, was reached on the third
day from Unyanyembe. Shaw gave in, laid down in the road, and
declared he was dying. This news was brought to me about 4 P.M.
by one of the last stragglers. I was bound to despatch men to
carry him to me, into my camp, though every man was well tired
after the long march. A reward stimulated half-a-dozen to
venture into the forest just at dusk to find Shaw, who was
supposed to be at least three hours away from camp.
About two o'clock in the morning my men returned, having carried
Shaw on their backs the entire distance.
