On the 31st we came to Kanyenyi, to the great Mtemi - Magomba's -
whose son and heir is Mtundu M'gondeh.
As we passed by the tembe
of the great Sultan, the msagira, or chief counsellor, a pleasant
grey-haired man, was at work making a thorn fence around a patch
of young corn. He greeted the caravan with a sonorous "Yambo,"
and, putting himself at its head, he led the way to our camp.
When introduced to me he was very cordial in his manner.
He was offered a kiti-stool and began to talk very affably.
He remembered my predecessors, Burton, Speke, and Grant, very well;
declared me to be much younger than any of them; and, recollecting
that one of the white men used to drink asses' milk (Burton?),
offered to procure me some. The way I drank it seemed to give
him very great satisfaction.
His son, Unamapokera, was a tall man of thirty or thereabouts,
and he conceived a great friendship for me, and promised that the
tribute should be very light, and that he would send a man to show
me the way to Myumi, which was a village on the frontier of Kanyenyi,
by which I would be enabled to avoid the rapacious Kisewah, who was
in the habit of enforcing large tribute from caravans.
With the aid of Unamapokera and his father, we contrived to be
mulcted very lightly, for we only paid ten doti, while Burton was
compelled to pay sixty doti or two hundred and forty yards of cloth.
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