admiral of one of the Pharaohs, B.C. 600.  He was not believed, because ’he had the sun on his right hand in going round from east to west.’  Though to us this stamps his tale as genuine, Ptolemy was not believed, because his sources were between 10 and 12 north latitude, and collected into two or three great head branches.  In my opinion, his informant must have visited them.

“I cared nothing for money, and contemplated spending my life as a hard-working, poor missionary.  By going into the country beyond Kuruman we pleased the Directors, but the praises they bestowed excited envy.  Mamma and you all had hard times.  The missionaries at Kuruman, and south of it, had comfortable houses and gardens.  They could raise wheat, pumpkins, maize, at very small expense, and their gardens yielded besides apples, pears, apricots, peaches, quinces, oranges, grapes, almonds, walnuts, and all vegetables, for little more than the trouble of watering.  A series or droughts compelled us to send for nearly all our food 270 miles off.  Instead of help we had to pay the uttermost farthing for everything, and got bitter envy besides.  Many have thought that I was inflated by the praises I had lavished upon me, but I made it a rule never to read anything of praise.  I am thankful that a kind Providence has enabled me to do what will reflect honor on my children, and show myself a stout-hearted servant of Him from whom comes every gift.  None of you must become mean, craven-hearted, untruthful, or dishonest, for if you do, you don’t inherit it from me.  I hope that you have selected a profession that suits your taste.  It will make you hold up your head among men, and is your most serious duty.  I shall not live long, And it would not be well to rely on my influence.  I could help you a little while living, but have little else but what people call a great name to bequeath afterward.  I am nearly toothless, and in my second childhood.  The green maize was in one part the only food we could get with any taste.  I ate the hard fare, and was once horrified by finding most of my teeth loose.  They never fastened again, and generally became so loose as to cause pain.  I had to extract them, and did so by putting on a strong thread with what sailors call a clove-hitch, tie the other end to a stump above or below, as the tooth was upper or lower, strike the thread with a heavy pistol or stick, and the tooth dangled at the stump, and no pain was felt.  Two upper front teeth are thus out, and so many more, I shall need a whole set of artificials.  I may here add that the Manyuema stole the bodies of slaves which were buried, till a threat was used.  They said the hyenas had exhumed the dead, but a slave was cast out by Banyamwezi, and neither hyenas nor men touched it for seven days.  The threat was effectual.  I think that they are cannibals, but not ostentatiously so.  The disgust expressed by native traders has made them ashamed.  Women never partook of human flesh.  Eating sokos