All the Wanguana had been either killed or
driven away by M'yonga's men, who all turned out and fell upon the
caravan, shooting, spearing, and plundering, until nothing was left. The
porters then, seeing Grant all alone, unable to help him, bolted off
to inform me and Lumeresi, as the best thing they could do. Though
disbelieving the story in all its minutiae, I felt that something
serious must have happened; so, without a moment's delay, I sent off
the last of my men strong enough to walk to succour Grant, carrying with
them a bag of beads. Baraka then stepped outside my tent, and said in a
loud voice, purposely for my edification, "There, now, what is the use
of thinking any more about going to Karague? I said all along it was
impossible"; upon hearing which I had him up before all the remaining
men, and gave him a lecture, saying, happen what would, I must die or go
on with the journey, for shame would not allow me to give way as Baraka
was doing. Baraka replied, he was not afraid--he only meant to imply
that men could not act against impossibilities. "Impossibilities!" I
said; "what is impossible? Could I not go on as a servant with the first
caravan, or buy up a whole caravan if I liked? What is impossible?
For Godsake don't try any more to frighten my men, for you have nearly
killed me already in doing so."

Next day (17th) I received a letter from Grant, narrating the whole of
his catastrophes:--

"In the Jungles, near M'yonga's, 16th Sept. 1861.

"My dear Speke,--The caravan was attacked, plundered, and the men driven
to the winds, while marching this morning into M'yonga's country.

"Awaking at cock-crow, I roused the camp, all anxious to rejoin you; and
while the loads were being packed, my attention was drawn to an angry
discussion between the head men and seven or eight armed fellows sent by
Sultan M'yonga, to insist upon my putting up for the day in his village.
They were summarily told that as YOU had already made him a present,
he need not expect a visit from ME. Adhering, I doubt not, to their
master's instructions, they officiously constituted themselves our
guides till we chose to strike off their path, when, quickly heading
our party, they stopped the way, planted their spears, and DARED our
advance!

"This menace made us firmer in our determination, and we swept past the
spears. After we had marched unmolested for some seven miles, a loud
yelping from the woods excited our attention, and a sudd