Of
Zanzibar; of how they saw great white men's ships, and numbers of
white men, of their perils and trials during their journey through
the land of the fierce Wagogo, and divers other facts, with which
the reader and I are by this time well acquainted.
On the 24th we struck camp, and marched through a forest of imbiti
wood in a S.S.W. direction, and in about three hours came to Kigandu.
On arriving before this village, which is governed by a daughter
of Mkasiwa, we were informed we could not enter unless we paid
toll. As we would not pay toll, we were compelled to camp in a
ruined, rat-infested boma, situated a mile to the left of Kigandu,
being well scolded by the cowardly natives for deserting Mkasiwa
in his hour of extremity. We were accused of running away from
the war.
Almost on the threshold of our camp Shaw, in endeavouring to
dismount, lost his stirrups, and fell prone on his face. The
foolish fellow actually, laid on the ground in the hot sun a
full hour; and when I coldly asked him if he did not feel
rather uncomfortable, he sat up, and wept like a child.
"Do you wish to go back, Mr. Shaw?"
"If you please.
