a great cloud of dust was perceived on the left bank of the river, then
the women, posted on every advantageous point for a good view, began the
glad lu-lu-lu-ing, and the welcome tones, when heard by the Watuta, were
answered by them with a shout which might have been heard at the great
lake into which the Liemba ran.

Long before Ferodia had emerged from the leafy corn-fields on the left
bank of the river, the vicinity of the great gate of Katalambula's
village was thronged by a multitude of men, women, and children gathered
from the rich plain around, who were the brothers, cousins, nephews,
wives, sisters, and children of the warriors whose return was now so
enthusiastically, nay, frantically, welcomed. Two thousand voices
sounded the happy "lu-lu-lu;" four thousand hands were clapped together;
four thousand legs, brown and black, and black and brown, danced,
leaped, moved, and wriggled as the emotions of their owners moved them.

And Ferodia was all this time slowly approaching, while the drums, with
tremendous thunderous volume of tone, ushered him into the presence of
the assembled multitudes. Note him well as he approaches. What
civilised monarch ever acted the triumph he felt so well as Ferodia?
What civilised king ever possessed that gait? What actor could have
imitated Ferodia? Mark his steps, his lion strides, with his legs
encumbered with one hundred rings of fine wire. Watch how negligently
he lays his arms, heavy with broad ivory wristlets, on the shoulders of
the supple-bodied youngsters, who are jealous of this high honour
conferred on them. Note the toss of his head with its wealth of braids!
It is the majesty of triumph impersonified. Happy men would those
actors be who could but imitate that regal air!

The procession is in the following order, as it appears before the gate
and the multitude. Two hundred warriors in front of Ferodia, file after
file, each head adorned with feathers in huge, dancing, waving tufts,
each man solemnly marching through the gate into the quadrangular square
surrounded by the King's quarters to occupy one side of the square in
line. Then Ferodia himself, supported by two stalwart young warriors,
one on each side. Then two hundred warriors, each warrior's face
surrounded by the black, stiff hairs of the zebra's mane, stripped
entire with the hide from the zebra's neck, which gives each warrior a
fierce appearance, much fiercer than the black bearskin caps give to