
 
		42  tee  gongo. 
 1883.  Dualla and Umari, who were in the secret,  cried  out 
 Jtme 21.  .  . ' 
 inganda.  soothingly “ Peace, Msenné.  Cease  grieving;  can  we  
 fight  without  food ?  Let  us  buy food  to-day,  and  tomorrow  
 we  shall go to the war.” 
 The  natives  also  joined  in  consolations,  and  offered  
 to  muster  all  Inganda  and Ikengo for  the war,  and  in  
 a  little  time  Msenné  hushed  his  sobs,  and  finally  
 condescended to smile. 
 I t was not until we had settled ourselves at Wangata  
 that  the  story was  told  of  how Msenné  had  deceived  
 Inganda  in  such  an  accomplished manner,  by our  two  
 young  men  who  had  thoroughly  relished  the  performance. 
 As  the  boats were being secured to the trees  on  the  
 margin  of  the  cove  of  Upper  Irebu,  the  sounds  of  
 a  musketry  volley  came  sharply  to  our  ears.  We  
 inquired what this firing meant. 
 “ Oh, we  got  tired  of waiting for you  so we  began  
 the war again an hour ago.” 
 After  consultation  with  Mangomho,  I   sent  Dualla  
 with  two  boats  to  Mpika’s  landing  place,  and  having  
 obtained  permission  from  both  the  contending factions  
 to  stop  the war,  I  then  commissioned Dualla  and four  
 of  the  crew to  proceed  to the  battle field, bearing i the  
 blue  flag  with  the  golden  star,  the  standard  of  the  
 Association,  high above  their heads,  that  it  might  be  
 seen by the  respective  ambushed warriors.  Guided by  
 Mpika’s  advice,  they  boldly  penetrated  through  the  
 hostile  ranks,  and  shouted  out to  them  that  the  peace  
 palaver was  now  being  held  by  Bula  Matari,  and  in 
 WAR. 43 
 some  stubborn  cases  they had actually  seized the  guns  
 and  struck  them up while they were levelling  them  to  
 fire on their enemy.  We were not long waiting before  
 we  saw the warriors, of Mangomho  returning  to  their  
 various  huts  in the town, presenting themselves to  our  
 inspection as they passed  by us  grossly garnished with  
 skins and feathers,  and so hideously painted that it was  
 impossible  to  conceive  a more  thorough  effort  for  the  
 human form’s disfigurement. 
 The  next  day,  having  heard  from  each  chief  his  
 statement of  the  cause  of  the war,  I  spoke  to  Mpika  
 and Magwala,  asking what  benefits they expected from  
 this  strife.  I  None,”  they promptly replied.  “ Iboko  
 killed my people,”  said Mpika,  “ and  I  caught eight of  
 them by a fair chase  after them ;  let Mangomho do the  
 same,  for  he  will  never  get  any  of mine.”  “ And  1/  
 said Magwala, i  will see that he does not.” 
 To Mangombo,  I asked what he  expected to  gain  by  
 continuing the fight ? ' 
 “ Both of your parties are  strong and numerous, and  
 |  if  you  go  on  in this manner, mutually destroying  one  
 another,  Irebu will  become  the prey of  the  Bakuti,  or  
 |  the  Balui,  or  the  Wabangi.  Your  friends  are  also  
 I  friends  of  your  opponents.  Your  losses  to-day,  in-  
 I  eluding those who fell at Iboko,  are thirty-seven killed,  
 I  and many wounded.  You have lost nine stout men  in  
 Border to get four slaves.  You are not wise, Mangombo.  
 1 This kind of trading will ruin you.  Let the council be 
 ■ called, and  obey  the word,  otherwise you  must  go  on 
 ■ fighting it out by yourselves.”