The Last Journals of David Livingstone, in central Africa . BLACK ABAB SLAVE-TRADERS. 155 three drummers and ten or more men, with two rattles in theirhands. The drummers beat furiously, and the rattlers kept timeto the drums, two of them advancing and receding in a stoopingposture, with rattles near the ground, as if doing the chief obei-sance, but still keeping time with the others. I declined to siton the ground, and an enormous tusk was brought for me. Thechief saluted courteously. He has a fat, jolly face, and legs load-ed with brass and copper leglets. I mentioned our losses by thedesert
The Last Journals of David Livingstone, in central Africa . BLACK ABAB SLAVE-TRADERS. 155 three drummers and ten or more men, with two rattles in theirhands. The drummers beat furiously, and the rattlers kept timeto the drums, two of them advancing and receding in a stoopingposture, with rattles near the ground, as if doing the chief obei-sance, but still keeping time with the others. I declined to siton the ground, and an enormous tusk was brought for me. Thechief saluted courteously. He has a fat, jolly face, and legs load-ed with brass and copper leglets. I mentioned our losses by thedesertion of the Waiyau, but his power is merely nominal, andhe could do nothing. After talking a while, he came along withus to a group of cows, and pointed out one. That is yours,said he. The tusk on which I sat was sent after me, too, as beingmine, because I had sat upon it. He put on my cloth as tokenof acceptance, and sent two large baskets of sorghum to the hutafterward, and then sent for one of the boys to pump him Chitapangwas Wives. February \st^ 1867.—We found a small party of black Arabslave-traders here from Bagamoio on the coast; and as the chiefhad behaved handsomely, as I thought, I went this morning andgave him one of our best cloths; but when we were about to kill 11 156 LIVINGSTONES LAST JOURNALS. the cow, a man interfered and pointed out a smaller one. I ask-ed if this was by the orders of the chief. The chief said that theman had lied, but I declined to take any cow at all if he did notgive it willingly. The slavers, the head man of whom was !Magaru Mafupi, cameand said that they were going off on the 2d (February 2d); butby payment I got them to remain a day, and was all day em-ployed in writing dispatches. February Sd.—Magaru ]\[afupi left this morning with a packetof letters, for which he is to get Ks. 10 at Zanzibar.* They cameby a much shorter route than we followed, in foct nearly duewest or south-west; but not a soul would tell us of this wa
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