-also drunk--having
given him some sharp abuse, he beat her in so violent a manner that
the whole drunken camp set upon him, and turned the place into a
pandemonium. A row amongst the negroes means a general rising of arms,
legs, and voices; all are in a state of the greatest excitement; and
each individual thinks he is doing the best to mend matters, but is
actually doing his best to create confusion.

By dint of perseverance, I now succeeded in having Baraka separated from
the crowd and dragged before me for justice. I found that the woman,
who fully understood the jealous hatred which existed in Baraka's heart
against Bombay, flirted with both of them; and, pretending to show a
preference for Bombay, set Baraka against her, when from high words
they came to blows, and set the place in a blaze. It was useless to
remonstrate--Baraka insisted he would beat the woman if she abused him,
no matter whether I thought it cowardly or not; he did not come with me
expecting to be bullied in this way--the whole fault lay with Bombay--I
did not do him justice--when he proved Bombay a thief at Usui, I did
not turn him off, but now, instead, I showed the preference to Bombay by
always taking him when I went to Rumanika. It was useless to argue with
such a passionate man, so I told him to go away and cool himself before
morning.

When he was gone, Bombay said there was not one man in the camp,
besides his own set, who wished to go on to Egypt--for they had constant
arguments amongst themselves about it; and whilst Bombay always said he
would follow me wherever I led, Baraka and those who held by him abused
him and his set for having tricked them away from Zanzibar, under the
false hopes that the road was quite safe. Bombay said his arguments
were, that Bana knew better than anybody else what he was about, and
he would follow him, trusting to luck, as God was the disposer of all
things, and men could die but once. Whilst Baraka's arguments all rested
the other way;--that no one could tell what was ahead of him--Bana had
sold himself to luck and the devil--but though he did not care for his
own safety, he ought not to sacrifice the lives of others--Bombay and
his lot were fools for their pains in trusting to him.

3d.--At daybreak Rumanika sent us word he was off to Moga-Namarinzi, a
spur of a hill beyond "the Little Windermere," overlooking the Ingezi
Kagera, or river which separates Kishakka from Karague, to show me how
the Kiangu