y chief insisted that I should become his blood-fellow, and
stay with him a couple of days. The witch-doctor, a man of great
influence in the country, was asked to unite us. He took a sharp little
knife, and made a gash in the skin of my right leg, just above the knee,
and did the same to the chief, and then rubbed his blood over my wound,
and my blood over his, and we became brothers. Among his gifts was this
beautiful shield, which I beg Mtesa, my Kabaka, to accept, because I
have seen none so beautiful, and it is too good for a colonel whose only
hope and wish is to serve his king.

I am glad that I rested there, because I saw a most wonderful sight
towards evening. As we were seated under the bananas, we heard a big
he-goat's bleat, and by the sound of it we knew that it was neither for
fun nor for love. It was a tone of anger and fear. Almost at the same
time, one of the boys rushed up to us, and his face had really turned
grey from fear, and he cried, "There is a lion in the goat-pen, and the
big he-goat is fighting with him." They had forgotten to tell me about
this famous goat, which was called Kasuju, after some great man who had
been renowned in war, and he certainly was worth speaking about, and
Kasuju was well known round about for his wonderful strength and
fighting qualities. When we got near the pen with our spears and
shields, the he-goat was butting the lion--who was young, for he had no
mane--as he might have butted a pert young nanny-goat, and baaing with
as full a note as that of a buffalo calf. It appears that Kasuju saw
the destroyer creeping towards one of his wives, and dashing at his
flank knocked him down. As we looked on from the outside, we saw that
Kasuju was holding his own very well, and we thought that we would not
check the fight, but prepare ourselves to have a good cast at the lion
as he attempted to leave. The lion was getting roused up, and we saw
the spring he made: but Kasuju nimbly stepped aside and gave him such a
stroke that it sounded like a drum. Then Kasuju trotted away in front
of his trembling wives, and as the lion came up, we watched him draw his
ears back as he raised himself on his hind feet like a warrior. The
lion advanced to him, and he likewise rose as though he would wrestle
with him, when Kasuju shot into his throat with so true and fair a
stroke, that drove one of his horns deep into the throat. It was then
the lion's claws began to work, and with ev