h,
encumbered as you will be by women and slaves?" Mohamad Bogharib
called me to ask what advice I could give him, as all his own advice,
and devices too, had been lost or were useless, and he did not know
what to do. The Banyamwezi threatened to go off by night and leave
him, as they are incensed against the Babemba, and offended because
the Arabs do not aid them in wreaking their vengeance upon them.

I took care not to give any advice, but said, if I had been or was in
his place, I would have sent or would send back Bin Juma's captives,
to show that I disapproved of his act--the first in the war--and was
willing to make peace with Chapi. He said that he did not know that
Bin Juma would capture these people; that Bin Juma had met some
natives with fish, and took ten by force, that the natives, in
revenge, caught three Banyamwezi slaves, and Bin Juma then gave one
slave to them as a fine, but Mohamad did not know of this affair
either. I am of opinion, however, that he was fully aware of both
matters, and Mpamari's caracoling showed that he knew it all, though
now he denies it.

Bin Juma is a long, thin, lanky Suaheli, six feet two high, with a
hooked nose and large lips: I told Mohamad that if he were to go with
us to Manyuema, the whole party would be cut off. He came here, bought
a slave-boy, and allowed him to escape; then browbeat Chapi's man
about him (and he says, three others); and caught ten in lieu of him,
of which Mohamad restored six: this was the origin of the war. Now
that we are in the middle of it, I must do as Mohamad does in going
off either by day or by night. It is unreasonable to ask my advice
now, but it is felt that they have very unjustifiably placed me in a
false position, and they fear that Syed Majid will impute blame to
them, meanwhile Syde bin Habib sent a private message to me to come
with his men to him, and leave this party.

I perceive that the plan now is to try and clear our way of Chapi, and
then march, but I am so thoroughly disgusted with this slave-war, that
I think of running the risk of attack by the country people, and go
off to-morrow without Mohamad Bogharib, though I like him much more
than I do Mpamari or Syde bin Habib. It is too glaring hypocrisy to go
to the Koran for guidance while the stolen women, girls, and fish, are
in Bin Juma's hands.

_8th and 9th December, 1868._--I had to wait for the Banyamwezi
preparing food: Mohamad has no authority over them, or indeed