-A pretty little woman ran away from her
husband, and came to "Mpamari." Her husband brought three hoes, a
checked cloth, and two strings of large neck beads to redeem her; but
this old fellow wants her for himself, and by native law he can keep
her as his slave-wife. Slave-owners make a bad neighbourhood, for the
slaves, are always running away and the headmen are expected to
restore the fugitives for a bit of cloth. An old woman of Mpmari fled
three times; she was caught yesterday, and tied to a post for the
young slaves to plague her. Her daughter burst into an agony of tears
on seeing them tying her mother, and Mpamari ordered her to be tied to
the mother's back for crying; I interceded for her, and she was let
go. He said, "You don't care, though Sayed Majid loses his money." I
replied, "Let the old woman go, she will be off again to-morrow." But
they cannot bear to let a slave have freedom. I don't understand what
effect his long prayers and prostrations towards the "Kibla" have on
his own mind, they cannot affect the minds of his slaves favourably,
nor do they mine, though I am as charitable as most people.

_19th November, 1868._--I prepared to start to-day, but Mohamad
Bogharib has been very kind, and indeed cooked meals for me from my
arrival at Casembe's, 6th May last, till we came here, 22nd October;
the food was coarse enough, but still it was food; and I did not like
to refuse his genuine hospitality. He now begged of me not to go for
three days, and then he would come along with me! Mpamari also
entreated. I would not have minded him, but they have influence with
the canoe-men on Tanganyika, and it is well not to get a bad name if
possible.

_20th November, 1868._--Mohamad Bogharib purposed to attack two
villages near to this, from an idea that the people there concealed
his runaway slaves; by remaining I think that I have put a stop to
this, as he did not like to pillage while I was in company: Mpamari
also turned round towards peace, though he called all the riff-raff to
muster, and caracoled among them like an old broken-winded horse. One
man became so excited with yelling, that the others had to disarm
him, and he then fell down as if in a fit; water poured on his head
brought him to calmness. We go on the 22nd.

_22nd November, 1868._--This evening the Imbozhwa, or Babemba, came at
dusk, and killed a Wanyamwezi woman on one side of the village, and a
woman and child on the other side of it. I took