e furnished for almost every day; after which they retired, each
to his bed to sleep, with their hearts full of peace and love towards
one another.

We will now leave the young King and his friends to their pleasures,
while we note what became of the minority who expressed themselves so
strongly against the election of Katalambula's choice for King, and who
departed before the ceremony of election and appointment began,
muttering threats.

These threats were by no means idle. They were made by men who had
accompanied Ferodia to Urori, and fought at Kwikuru, and who were
rewarded so handsomely by him during the distribution of cloth. They
were warriors who paid respect to courage and success, and to them
Ferodia was a hero far more deserving of the chief authority over the
tribe than a boy, who, however promising he might be, had not yet
distinguished himself more than any other boy would have done, placed in
the same position.

Ferodia was a chief, who, were he King, might be able to make each
warrior rich in cloth, in ivory, in slaves, and cattle; while with
Kalulu as King, many years must elapse before he would think of
venturing upon a war unprovoked.

When they left the village, and were safe outside, these feelings found
expression, and, consulting and advising with each other, they were not
long in coming to the conclusion that their interest lay in proceeding
at once to Ferodia's country, a week's march south-west, and acquaint
him with their hopes and desires, and invite him to proclaim himself
King, with the aid of all malcontents, and friends, and to march upon
Kalulu's village and depose the boy-king. This duty of self-interest
they at once set about executing, by commencing their march for
Ferodia's country.

Within a week they made their appearance before Ferodia's village, and
when they told their errand, they were at once introduced before the
chief, who sat under a tree, similar to the one at Katalambula's,
obsequious and villainous-faced Tifum the Wicked standing by his side.

"Peace be unto ye, my brothers," said Ferodia, rising, and hurrying to
embrace each one in succession, and, as is the custom in Ututa and in
all the lands adjoining Lake Tanganika, rubbing their elbows first, then
their arms, then their shoulders, and then falling on their necks,
slapping them on the back gently with the disengaged right hand,
muttering continually as he rubbed each part, "Wake, wake, wake, waky"--
Heal