Mostana thy brother, O Katalambula."

"Eyah! Eyah!" greeted the speaker from the king and his elders, in
which Kalulu joined.

Lifting his voice higher, and adopting a more energetic strain, while
his spear was used to describe gestures, Ferodia continued:

"When I heard the words of Olimali, the King of the Warori, I became as
a hungry lion, even as a roaring lion before his prey. I said aloud,
`Lo, Malungu (the Sky-spirit, or God) has put the Arabs into my hands,
even the slayers of Mostana, thy brother. I will arise and avenge
Katalambula and Mostana's son on them. I will make strong drink from
their bodies, and give their entrails to the fowls of the air, and their
heads I will raise before Olimali's gate to the terror of all other
Arabs who come, and murder, and steal, and make slaves, from near the
sea.'"

"Eyah--eyah!" shouted the multitude.

"When the morning came, the Watuta warriors were in the bush and in the
corn. They heard the horn of Olimali, they heard the noise of the
Arabs' guns, they heard the shouting and the battle, and, at my signal,
the Watuta warriors rose as one man. They came with the swiftness of
arrows, like the flash of a bright spear. We saw the foe in the village
of Olimali, we hemmed them round, we closed the gates, and we began to
slay. Before our arrows and spears the foe fell in numbers, in heaps,
until those that were left cried aloud for mercy, and fell on their
knees. Then we made slaves of hundreds of men and boys, and bound them
captives for Katalambula. We took guns, and powder, and bullets; we
gathered a heap of wealth, of fine cloth and beads. Of the cloth, and
beads, the guns, and powder, and lead, I have given half to Olimali, the
King of the Warori. Then each Mtuta warrior received his due, six
cloths to each man; the Watuta chiefs received their due, and Ferodia
took a share. Fifty slaves died on the road to Ututa, two Arab slaves
died, and one white Arab ran away to die in the forest. We have two
hundred and fifty men-slaves, and seventeen boy-slaves left, one of whom
is the son of an Arab chief. The cloth, and the beads, and the other
plunder from the Arabs lie before you in these heaps. O King, and ye
elders of the tribe, I have spoken."

"Eyah! eyah!" burst out in applausive accents amid clapping of hands and
lu-lu-ing from all the people.

Then Katalambula spoke and said, "O Ferodia, great chief and warrior!
thou art like a right arm to me; tho