Farquhar, I was told, died a few
days after I had entered Ugogo, his cook died a few weeks later.
My first impulse was for revenge. I believed that Leukole had
played me false, and had poisoned him, or that he had been murdered
in some other manner; but a personal interview with the Msawahili
who brought the news informing me that Farquhar had succumbed to
his dreadful illness has done away with that suspicion. So far
as I could understand him, Farquhar had in the morning declared
himself well enough to proceed, but in attempting to rise, had
fallen backward and died. I was also told that the Wasagara,
possessing some superstitious notions respecting the dead, had
ordered Jako to take the body out for burial, that Jako, not
being able to carry it, had dragged the body to the jungle,
and there left it naked without the slightest covering of
earth, or anything else.
"There is one of us gone, Shaw, my boy! Who will be the next?"
I remarked that night to my companion.
August 14th. - Wrote some letters to Zanzibar. Shaw was taken very
ill last night.
August 19th. Saturday. - My soldiers are employed stringing beads.
Shaw is still a-bed. We hear that Mirambo is coming to Unyanyembe.
A detachment of Arabs and their slaves have started this morning to
possess themselves of the powder left there by the redoubtable
Sheikh Sayd bin Salim, the commander-in-chief of the Arab
settlements.
