Bwana, my heart is very sad in me! Those Greeks tell lies, and the Germans stir trouble in a big pot like the witches! I know the Germans! I am Nyamwezi.

I was born not far from here, and ran away as soon as I was old enough because the Germans shot my father and let my mother and brothers starve to death.

I did not starve, because one of them took me for a servant; but I ran away from him.
My heart is very sad to be in this place! They ask what of a hoard of ivory.

I tell them I do not know, and they threaten to beat me! This place is bad! Let us go away to-night!" There was no sleep that night for any of us.

My wound hurt too much.
The others were too worried.