Not a man would give the slightest information; the only reply, upon my forcing the question, was the pantomime already described, passing the forefinger across the throat, and exclaiming "Kamrasi!" The entire population was tongue-locked.

I tried the children to no purpose: they were all dumb.

White-headed old men I questioned, as to the distance of the lake from this point.

They replied, "We are children; ask the old people who know the country." Never was freemasonry more secret than in the land of Unyoro.

It was useless to persevere.