A VISIT FROM LUBA.
ing down — so different from their usual treatment — and asked me to come out. I came out, and there was the chief and about a hundred of his wives come to feast their eyes on me in cruel curiosity.* I felt inclined tft spring at Ms throat, but sat still and presently read to myself Matthew v. 44, 45, and felt refreshed. I asked how many more days he meant to keep me in prison. He said four more at least.f He agreed, upon my earnest request, to allow me to sleep in my own tent "vdth two armed soldiers at each door. The object of his visit was to ask that I would say no bad things of him to Mwanga. What can I say good ? I made no answer to the twice-repeated request. He then said if I would write a short letter and promise to say nothing bad he would send it at once. I immediately wrote a hasty scrawl (I scarce know what), but said I was a prisoner and asked Mackay to come. God grant it may reach; t but I already feel better than I have done since my capture, though still very shattered.
" Oct. 24cth, Saturday. — Thank God for a pleasant night in my own tent, in spite of a tremendous storm, and rain flowing in on the floor in streams. Personally I quite forgive this old man and his agents for my rough treatment, though even to-day I can only move with
- My copy has " cruel adversity," which makes sense.
t Here Mr. Dawson and I differ a good deal. May I venture to say that I cannot look on Mr. Dawson's chacges as improvements. Hannington's own words, though often rugged, are always living pictures.
X This letter never came into our hands.
