. The Last Journals of David Livingstone, in central Africa. Chitapangwa. evening, and sent notice at 5 of my coming. Wepassed through the inner stockade, and then on to anenormous hut, where sat Chitapangwa, with three drummersand ten or more men, with two rattles in their hands. Thedrummers beat furiously, and the rattlers kept time to thedrums, two of them advancing and receding in a stooping-posture, with rattles near the ground, as if doing the chiefobeisance, but still keeping time with the others. I declined 186 LIVINGSTONES LAST JOURNALS. [Chap. VII. to sit on the ground, and an e
. The Last Journals of David Livingstone, in central Africa. Chitapangwa. evening, and sent notice at 5 of my coming. Wepassed through the inner stockade, and then on to anenormous hut, where sat Chitapangwa, with three drummersand ten or more men, with two rattles in their hands. Thedrummers beat furiously, and the rattlers kept time to thedrums, two of them advancing and receding in a stooping-posture, with rattles near the ground, as if doing the chiefobeisance, but still keeping time with the others. I declined 186 LIVINGSTONES LAST JOURNALS. [Chap. VII. to sit on the ground, and an enormous tusk was brought forine. The chief saluted courteously. He has a fat jolly face,and legs loaded with brass and copper leglets. I mentioned i lift (fi. Chitapangwas Wives. our losses by the desertion of the AVaiyau, but his power ismerely nominal, and he could do nothing. After talkingawhile he came along with us to a group of cows, and pointedout one. That is yours, said he. The tusk on which Isat was sent after me too as being mine, because I had satupon it. He put on my cloth as token of acceptance, andsent two large baskets of sorghum to the hut afterwards, andthen sent for one of the boys to pump him after dark. 1st February, 1867.—We found a small party of blackArab slave-traders here from Bagamoio on the coast, and as 1867.] NEW ROUTE FEOM ZANZIBAR. 187 the chief had behaved handsomely as I thought, J went thismorning and gave him one of our best cloths; but whenwe were about to kill the cow, a man interfered and pointed out a smaller one. I asked if this was by the orders of thechief. The chief said that the man had lied, but I declinedto take any cow at all if he did not give it willingly. The slavers, the headman of whom
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