Two ends of which were tied in a knot over the left shoulder; a
new piece of American sheeting was folded like a turban around his
head, and a large curved piece of polished ivory was suspended to
his neck. He and his people were all armed with spears, and bows
and arrows, and their advance was marked with a deliberation that
showed they felt confidence in any issue that might transpire.
We were halted on the eastern side of the Pombwe stream, near the
village of Lukomo, in Kimenyi, Uhha. The gorgeously-dressed chief
was a remarkable man in appearance. His face was oval in form,
high cheek-bones, eyes deeply sunk, a prominent and bold forehead,
a fine nose, and a well-cut mouth; he was tall in figure, and
perfectly symmetrical.
When near to us, he hailed me with the words,
"Yambo, bana? - How do you do, master?" in quite a cordial
tone.
I replied cordially also, "Yambo, mutware? - How do you do, chief?"
We, myself and men, interchanged "Yambos" with his warriors; and
there was nothing in our first introduction to indicate that the
meeting was of a hostile character.
The chief seated himself, his haunches resting on his heels, laying
down his bow and arrows by his side; his men did likewise.
