better, since I had no intention of dying of starvation unless he and his chief men died too.

After some time he appeared convinced, and sent for food, which came into camp in enormous quantities the same evening. He was then set at liberty, with a small present to soothe his ruffled dignity. He seemed more surprised at the idea of a man, in whose power he was, giving him his liberty and a present, than he was at being disarmed and kidnapped while he thought himself monarch of all he surveyed. Nyan Gongo and I were from that time always friends. Months afterwards, when he was only an individual in a crowd of petty chiefs — who were indebted to us for their very existence, and who were not expected to pay tribute in any shape or form except through Lupungu — he used to bring me little presents himself; I