out, and they had no sentiments of honour, or at least none so strong as we ought to have; they gave way to the temptation which their good conduct had led us to put in their way.  Some we have come across in this journey seemed born essentially mean and base—­a great misfortune to them and all who have to deal with them, but they cannot be so blamable as those who have no natural tendency to meanness, and whose education has taught them to abhor it.  True; yet this loss of the medicine-box gnaws at the heart terribly.

21st and 22nd January, 1867.—­Remained at Lisunga—­raining nearly all day; and we bought all the maere the chief would sell.  We were now forced to go on and made for the next village to buy food.  Want of food and rain are our chief difficulties now, more rain falls here on this northern slope of the upland than elsewhere; clouds come up from the north and pour down their treasures in heavy thunder-showers, which deluge the whole country south of the edge of the plateau:  the rain-clouds come from the west chiefly.

23rd January, 1867.—­A march of five and three-quarter hours brought us yesterday to a village, Chibanda’s stockade, where “no food” was the case, as usual.  We crossed a good-sized rivulet, the Mapampa (probably ten yards wide), dashing along to the east; all the rest of the way was in dark forest.  I sent off the boys to the village of Muasi to buy food, if successful, to-morrow we march for the Chambeze, on the other side of which all the reports agree in the statement that there plenty of food is to be had.  We all feel weak and easily tired, and an incessant hunger teases us, so it is no wonder if so large a space of this paper is occupied by stomach affairs.  It has not been merely want of nice dishes, but real biting hunger and faintness.

24th January, 1867.—­Four hours through unbroken, dark forest brought us to the Movushi, which here is a sluggish stream, winding through and filling a marshy valley a mile wide.  It comes from south-east, and falls into the Chambeze, about 2’ north of our encampment.  The village of Moaba is on the east side of the marshy valley of the Movuhi, and very difficult to be approached, as the water is chin-deep in several spots.  I decided to make sheds on the west side, and send over for food, which, thanks to the Providence which watches over us, we found at last in a good supply of maere and some ground-nuts; but through, all this upland region the trees yielding bark-cloth, or nyanda, are so abundant, that the people are all well-clothed with it, and care but little for our cloth.  Red and pink beads are in fashion, and fortunately we have red.

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[We may here add a few particulars concerning beads, which form such an important item of currency all through Africa.  With a few exceptions they are all manufactured in Venice.  The greatest care must be exercised, or the traveller—­ignorant of the prevailing fashion in the country he is about to explore—­finds himself with an accumulation of beads of no more value than tokens would be if tendered in this country for coin of the realm.