Henry M. Stanley,
How I Found Livingstone
“ Even the King flies from his village, and every man, woman, and child, terror-stricken, follows him. We enter into it and quietly take possession. Finally, the word is bruited about that we are Wangwana, from Unyanyembe. "Well, then, is Mirambo dead?" they ask. "No," we answer. "Well, how did you come to Ukaranga?" "By way of Ukonongo, Ukawendi, and Uhha." "Oh—hi-le!" Then they laugh heartily at their fright, and begin to make excuses. ”
