n he returned, the sow was still digging away at the
bottom of the tree, and had made a great hole all round it. The pigs,
frightened at seeing so many men, trotted away into the bush, and the
hunter and his friends prepared to catch the leopard. They pegged the
net all about the tree, then let loose the dog, and urged him towards
the net. As he touched the net, the hunters made a great noise, and
shouted, at which the leopard bounded from the tree, and with one
scratch of his paw ripped the dog open, sprang over the net, tapped one
of the men on the shoulder, and was running away, when he received a
wound in the shoulder, and stopped to bite the spear. The hunters
continued to worry him, until at last, covered with blood, he lay down
and died.

One day's journey beyond Kyengi, I came to the thorn-fenced village of
some Watusi shepherds, who, it seems, had suffered much from a pair of
lion cubs, which were very fierce. The headman's little boy was looking
after some calves when the cubs came and quietly stalked him through the
grass, and caught him. The headman took it so much to heart, that as
soon as he heard the news he went straight back to his village and
hanged himself to a rafter. The Watusi love their families very much,
but it seems to be a custom with these herdsmen that if a man takes his
own life, the body cannot be buried, and though he was a headman, they
carried it to the jungle, and after leaving it for the vultures, they
returned and set fire to his hut, and burnt it to the ground. When they
had done that, the Watusi collected together and had a long hunt after
the young lions, but as yet they have not been able to find them.

When the sun was half-way up the sky, I came from Kyengi to some
peasants, who lived near a forest which is affected by the man-monkeys
called nzike (gorilla?). I was told by them that the nzike know how to
smoke and make fire just as we do. It is a custom among the natives,
when they see smoke issuing through the trees, for them to say, "Behold,
the nzike is cooking his food." I asked them if it were true that the
nzike carried off women to live with them, but they all told me that it
was untrue, though the old men sometimes tell such stories to frighten
the women, and keep them at home out of danger. Knowing that I was on
the king's business, they did not dare tell me their fables.

By asking them all sorts of questions, I was shown to a very old man
with a white b