“By the Manjema, the bearers whom Tippoo Tib sent us.” “How are our people?” “More than half of them are dead.” Stanley was speechless. He mechanically gave orders for the landing of his men and then followed Bonney to the camp in order to learn the complete details of the tragedy. Human beings worn with sickness, mere skeletons, crawled past and gave him welcome with their hollow voices—welcome to a churchyard! One hundred graves in Jambuja, thirty-three men left in camp to perish, ten bodies on the way, forty persons in Banalja who had a feeble hold upon life, twenty deserters and sixty left in a moderate condition. How did such a loss happen? Bonney explained. Stanley had left the major in Jambuja fourteen months ago with instructions to await the arrival of those six hundred carriers which Tippoo Tib had promised should accompany them to the Albert Nyanza. Eight times the major made the journey to Stanley Falls to remind Tippoo Tib of his promise. The greedy Arab took advantage of the necessities of the expedition to raise the price of his service and a year elapsed—a year of frightful, murderous desolation in that unhealthy camp at Jambuja. At last some of the bearers came, but they were of the Manjema tribe, a savage cannibal people, not inclined to obey the orders of whites. They finally left Jambuja, that yawning grave, and reached Banalja, where Bartelot was killed. Bonney’s diary describes the event. “On the nineteenth of July (1888) a Manjema woman began beating the drum and singing. That is their daily practice. The major sent a boy to her and ordered her to stop, whereupon loud, angry voices were heard as well as two shots which were fired in defiance. The major sprang from his bed and taking his revolver said, ‘I will kill the first one I find shooting.’ I implored him not to mind their daily practice, but to stay where he was, as it would soon be over. He went, revolver in hand, where the Soudanese were. They told him they could not find the men who fired the shots. The major then went to the woman who was drumming and singing and ordered her to stop. At that instant Sanga, husband of the woman, fired a shot through an aperture in an adjoining hut, the ball piercing him directly below the region of the heart, coming out through his back and penetrating a part of the veranda below, while he fell to the earth dead.” The camp was at once in the greatest excitement. It looked as if all, soldiers and carriers, Zanzibarites, Soudanese, and Manjema might start at once in every direction taking with them the luggage and arms. It required all Lieutenant Bonney’s energy to stop the plundering and force them back to duty, and it was only accomplished by the adoption of harsh measures. The major’s body was buried and his murderer was sentenced to be shot. Then came Stanley and now it was hoped everything would go well.