This was much to the regret of the head Arabs.

It was fortunate for me that the Arab goods were not all sold, for Lake Moero lay in Nsama's country, and without peace no ivory could be bought, nor could I reach the Lake.

The peace-making between the people and Arabs was, however, a tedious process, occupying three and a half months--drinking each other's blood.

This, as I saw it west of this in 1854, is not more horrible than the thirtieth dilution of deadly night-shade or strychnine is in homoeopathy.

I thought that had I been an Arab I could easily swallow that, but not the next means of cementing the peace--marrying a black wife.