. Discovery of Lakes Rudolf and Stefanie : a narrative of Count Samuel Talaki's exploring . FANIE that such was our love of peace, they would never repenthaving trusted us. After this naive interchange of civilities, a long strip ofthe skin of the entrails of the sheep was wound round the neck of each of us;the Oromaj spat uponus several times, whis-pering Serian (peace),and the bond offriendship was presented theOromaj with the finestbeads we had, verygreatly to his delight;but though we hadnever before seen himin such good spirits,he was not a bit moreready to meet ourwishes. The O
. Discovery of Lakes Rudolf and Stefanie : a narrative of Count Samuel Talaki's exploring . FANIE that such was our love of peace, they would never repenthaving trusted us. After this naive interchange of civilities, a long strip ofthe skin of the entrails of the sheep was wound round the neck of each of us;the Oromaj spat uponus several times, whis-pering Serian (peace),and the bond offriendship was presented theOromaj with the finestbeads we had, verygreatly to his delight;but though we hadnever before seen himin such good spirits,he was not a bit moreready to meet ourwishes. The Oromaj wasbetween fifty and sixtyyears old, more thansix feet high, and ofaltogether a strikingappearance. He wasvery reserved, the ex-pression of his face was gloomy, and his eyes were gene-rally fixed thoughtfully on the ground. The back of his headwas developed in a very remarkable manner. The long pieceof woollen stuff already mentioned, which he wore either flungpicturesquely over his shoulders or wound round his loins, washis only garment, whilst a pair of bracelets formed his sole. A EESHIAT MAN. WE CAN GET NO INFORMATION ABOUT THE ROUTE 173 ornament. We could always recognise liim a long way ofiwhen lie came to visit us, which, he did pretty well every day. Hewould march into camp with rapid strides, making straight forus, without taking the slightest notice of anyone else, and squatdown beneath the reed-thatched shelter in which we generallyspent the day. We would then in our turn seem not to observehis entrance, till after a bit he would break the silence witha tardy Leihon serian! or with the simple question, GoddeDschumbe ? ( Where is Jumbe ? ) to which he always receivedthe stereotyped answer, We dont know. He really was en-dowed not only with remarkable self-possession, but with anextremely clear head and considerable diplomatic skill, so thateven Jumbe Kimemeta, who had grown grey dealing withnatives, often seemed quite a simpleton beside him. The day after the fr
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