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See if there are people in this country. Take one man with you. Let the men rest and eat." "Yes, bwana." "Are there sick?" "Two men." "Let them come." Cazi Moto raised his voice. "N'gonjwa!" he summoned them. Kingozi looked at them in silence for a moment. "What is the matter with you?" he asked of the first, a hulking, stupid- looking Kavirondo with the muscles of a Hercules.
We felt absolutely certain that the sound of his voice would carry to where the mother was hidden. For an hour or more we heard the strong voice of Kavirondo crying out his message of peace, and yet no answering cry came from the black depths of the forest. It began to look as if we were one little black baby ahead. In the meantime the baby was behaving beautifully.
Burukineggé land is the boundary between the people of Kavirondo and the Gallahs with camels and horses. 9th November, 1868. Some slight showers have cooled the air a little: this is the hottest time of the year. 10th November, 1868. A heavier shower this morning will have more of the same effect. 11th November, 1868. Muabo visited this village, but refuses to show his underground houses.
We then sent out Kavirondo, the big, good-natured porter who always acted as our interpreter when dealing with the natives of the mountain district. He spoke the dialects of the Wanderobo tribes. He was a messenger of peace, and he was told to shout out through the forest that we were friendly, that we had the baby, and that the mother should come and get it.
"He says," Cazi Moto summarized all this, "that he was very sick, but that this medicine" indicating the thermometer "cured him." "He lies again," said Kingozi. "This is not medicine, but magic that tells me when a man has uttered lies. This man must beware or he will get kiboko." The Kavirondo scuttled away, and Kingozi gave his attention to the second patient.
"You know what became of the 1,500 Kavirondo porters your Government lent to the Belgian General. Where are our prisoners that the Belgians took in Ujiji and along the line? Eaten; all eaten." And he threw up his hands tragically to heaven. "I know you won't believe it, but I swear to you that Rumpel's story is true." Rumpel was Lettow's best intelligence agent.
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