MR. WILTON.  “Between this island and Sofala Bay is the slave town Quillimane.  It is in a commodious situation and one of the finest countries in the world; but is continually in a state of turmoil, from the different tribes striving by mutual conflict to obtain prisoners for sale to the Portuguese, who wickedly excite the wars and fatten and grow wealthy on the blood and wretchedness they produce.”

GRANDY.  “The port of Sofala, its castle, its town; in short everything relating to it, is most interesting; for in olden time this was the Ophir of King Solomon, whence his fleets returned laden with gold, algum-trees, and precious stones.”

GEORGE.  “Then the Ophir of Sumatra is not the real Ophir, but only named after the place in Africa, because it was rich in gold?”

MR. WILTON.  “Exactly so, George.  I did not then explain it, as I wish you to feel sufficient interest in the subject to inquire into the truth yourself.”

DORA.  “Delagoa Bay.  This coast is a continued tract of land and sand-hills from fifty to five or six hundred feet high, with a few straggling black rocks.”

MR. WILTON.  “The inhabitants of this coast are a harmless race, but have their own little peculiarities; and one of the greatest luxuries in life in the opinion of a Delagoan is smoking the ‘hubble-bubble.’  A long hollow reed, or cane, ending in two branches the lower one immersed in a horn of water, and the upper one capped by a piece of earthenware, forming a bowl, is held in the hand; they cover its top, with the exception of a small aperture, through which by a peculiar action of the mouth, they draw the smoke through the water below; they fill the mouth, and after having kept it there some time, they eject it with violence from the ears and nostrils.  It makes them giddy, half stifles them, and produces a violent coughing, accompanied by profuse perspiration, and yet these people consider it highly strengthening and beneficial.”

CHARLES.  “Is not Caffraria near here?”

MR. STANLEY.  “Yes:  but you must go a few miles inland to see them; for the Caffres have an extraordinary dislike to water, and will never trust themselves on it, but from extreme necessity.”

MR. BARRAUD.  “The Caffres (Kaffirs) are worth looking at, for they are a fine, handsome race of men, nearly black, with very good and pleasing features.  Their dress, male and female, is composed principally of softened hides; but the women are so fond of ornaments as often to wear fifty necklaces at one time.  Their huts are constructed in the form of a beehive, and are perfectly water-tight and warm.  In times of peace the men tend the cattle, the women cultivate the land.  The elephant, rhinoceros, buffalo, hippopotamus, lion, and various others are hunted in Caffraria with great spirit by the natives.  Of a Divine Being whom they call ‘Uhlanger,’ or ‘Supreme,’ they have some idea; but as to a state of future rewards or punishments they are altogether in ignorance.  Sorcery and witchcraft in various forms most extensively prevail, and are the causes of much cruelty.”