upward of three months, in consequence of the disturbed state of the country.  At last he gets the escort of some Arab traders, who show him much kindness, but again he is prostrated by illness, and at length he reaches Lake Moero, 8th November, 1867.  He hears of another lake, called Bembo or Bangweolo, and to hear of it is to resolve to see it.  But he is terribly wearied with two years’ traveling without having heard from home, and he thinks he must first go to Ujiji, for letters and stores.  Meanwhile, as the traders are going to Casembe’s, he accompanies them thither.  Casembe he finds to be a fierce chief, who rules his people with great tyranny, cutting off their ears, and even their hands, for the most trivial offenses.  Persons so mutilated, seen in his village, excite a feeling of horror.  This chief was not one easily got at, but Livingstone believed that he gained an influence with him, only he could not quite overcome his prejudice against him.  The year 1867 ended with another severe attack of illness.

“The chief interest in Lake Moero,” says Livingstone, “is that it forms one of a chain of lakes, connected by a river some 500 miles in length.  First of all, the Chambeze rises in the country of Mambwe, N.E. of Molemba; it then flows southwest and west, till it reaches lat. 11 deg.  S., and long. 29 deg.  E., where it forms Lake Bemba or Bangweolo; emerging thence, it assumes the name of Luapula, and comes down here to fall into Moero.  On going out of this lake it is known by the name of Lualaba, as it flows N.W. in Rua to form another lake with many islands, called Urenge or Ulenge.  Beyond this, information is not positive as to whether it enters Lake Tanganyika, or another lake beyond that....  Since coming to Casembe’s, the testimony of natives and Arabs has been so united and consistent, that I am but ten days from Lake Bemba or Bangweolo, that I cannot doubt its accuracy.”

The detentions experienced in 1867 were long and wearisome, and Livingstone disliked them because he was never well when doing nothing.  His light reading must have been pretty well exhausted; even Smith’s Dictionary of the Bible, which accompanied him in these wanderings, and which we have no doubt he read throughout, must have got wearisome sometimes.  He occupied himself in writing letters, in the hope that somehow or sometime he might find an opportunity of despatching them.  He took the rainfall carefully during the year, and lunars and other observations, when the sky permitted.  He had intended to make his observations more perfect on this journey than on any previous one, but alas for his difficulties and disappointments!  A letter to Sir Thomas Maclear and Mr. Mann, his assistant, gives a pitiful account of these:  “I came this journey with a determination to observe very carefully all your hints as to occupations and observations, east and west, north and south, but I have been so worried by lazy, deceitful Sepoys,