We had now an opportunity of hearing a case brought before him for judgment.  A poor man and his wife were accused of having bewitched the man whose wake was now held in the village.  Before Kawawa even heard the defense, he said, “You have killed one of my children; bring all yours before me, that I may choose which of them shall be mine instead.”  The wife eloquently defended herself, but this availed little, for these accusations are the means resorted to by some chiefs to secure subjects for the slave-market.  He probably thought that I had come to purchase slaves, though I had already given a pretty full explanation of my pursuits both to himself and his people.  We exhibited the pictures of the magic lantern in the evening, and all were delighted except Kawawa himself.  He showed symptoms of dread, and several times started up as if to run away, but was prevented by the crowd behind.  Some of the more intelligent understood the explanations well, and expatiated eloquently on them to the more obtuse.  Nothing could exceed the civilities which had passed between us during this day; but Kawawa had heard that the Chiboque had forced us to pay an ox, and now thought he might do the same.  When, therefore, I sent next morning to let him know that we were ready to start, he replied in his figurative way, “If an ox came in the way of a man, ought he not to eat it?  I had given one to the Chiboque, and must give him the same, together with a gun, gunpowder, and a black robe, like that he had seen spread out to dry the day before; that, if I refused an ox, I must give one of my men, and a book by which he might see the state of Matiamvo’s heart toward him, and which would forewarn him, should Matiamvo ever resolve to cut off his head.”  Kawawa came in the coolest manner possible to our encampment after sending this message, and told me he had seen all our goods, and must have all he asked, as he had command of the Kasai in our front, and would prevent us from passing it unless we paid this tribute.  I replied that the goods were my property and not his; that I would never have it said that a white man had paid tribute to a black, and that I should cross the Kasai in spite of him.  He ordered his people to arm themselves, and when some of my men saw them rushing for their bows, arrows, and spears, they became somewhat panic-stricken.  I ordered them to move away, and not to fire unless Kawawa’s people struck the first blow.  I took the lead, and expected them all to follow, as they usually had done, but many of my men remained behind.  When I knew this, I jumped off the ox, and made a rush to them with the revolver in my hand.  Kawawa ran away among his people, and they turned their backs too.  I shouted to my men to take up their luggage and march; some did so with alacrity, feeling that they had disobeyed orders by remaining; but one of them refused, and was preparing to fire at Kawawa, until I gave him a punch on the head with the pistol, and made him go too.  I felt here, as elsewhere,