Such a spirit as Magassa possessed, however, could not long remain satisfied with this, while many above him could not boast of a tithe of his deftness and ability, and were blind to observe and forestall the humours of the despotic monarch; and a day came when a Mkungu of the first order, named Pokino, offended Mtesa. Casting his eyes about for a fit man to succeed him, Mtesa’s eyes lighted on the sparkling, bright face of Magassa, and his decision was at once made. “Here, Magassa,” cried the Emperor, and the accomplished courtier fell at his feet to the ground, to hear his command. “Haste, Magassa, take men and eat up Pokino’s land and name, for old Pokino has forgotten me.” “Twiyanzi, yanzi!” he cried and moaned, “Twiyanzi, yanzi, yanzi!” each time more emphatic, and rubbing his cheeks in the dust; and then, springing to his feet, he seized his spear, and, holding it aloft, as if in the act of launching it, he proclaimed aloud, “By the Emperor’s orders, I go to eat up Pokino. I will eat him clean out of land and name, and Magassa shall become Pokino. Emperor behold me!” and again he fell to the ground, screaming his thankful Twiyanzis, and loyally abasing himself in the dust. After the levee was over, Magassa, eager to change his name for Pokino’s, beat his war-drum, unfolded his banner, and mustered his followers, and, like the fell leopard, pounced upon purblind Pokino, whom he quickly deprived of life, land, and name, and in place of their former owner became their master. But with even old Pokino’s vast estates and large possessions the young Pokino was apparently discontented. Shortly afterwards the Emperor commanded him to “eat up” Namujurilwa, the Achilles of Uganda, and it is owing to young Pokino’s thirst for power and riches that Majwara, an infant son of that great chief, became a slave to Njara of Unyanyembé, from whom I purchased his freedom in 1871. I afterwards sent him to Livingstone, to whom young Majwara ministered faithful service until that great traveller’s death. With the fall of Namujurilwa, young Pokino became Lord of all Uddu, from the Katonga valley to the Alexandra Nile, a district embracing over 3000 square miles, with twenty sub-chiefs recognizing him as their master, possessing two great capitals, Namujurilwa’s at Masaka, and Pokino’s, hundreds of women-slaves, and thousands of youthful slaves of both sexes, with cattle also by the thousand, and chief of a population numbering over 100,000. What a change this—from the keeper of the lavatory to the Lord of Uddu!