Old Perembe is a sensible man:  Mohamad thinks him 150 years old.  He is always on the side of liberality and fairness; he says that the first Casembe was attracted to Mofwe by the abundance of fish in it.  He has the idea of all men being derived from a single pair.

7th December, 1867.—­It is very cloudy here; no observations can be made, as it clouds over every afternoon and night. (8th and 11th December, 1867.) Cleared off last night, but intermittent fever prevented my going out.

13th December, 1867.—­Set-in rains.  A number of fine young girls who live in Casembe’s compound came and shook hands in their way, which is to cross the right over to your left, and clasp them; then give a few claps with both hands, and repeat the crossed clasp:  they want to tell their children that they have seen me.

15th December, 1867.—­To-day I announced to Casembe our intention of going away.  Two traders got the same return present from him that I did, namely, one goat and some fish, meal and cassava.  I am always ill when not working; I spend my time writing letters, to be ready when we come to Ujiji. (18th December, 1867.) We have been here a month, and I cannot get more than two lunars:  I got altitudes of the meridian of stars north and south soon after we came, but not lunars.  Casembe sent a big basket of fire-dried fish, two pots of beer, and a basket of cassava, and says we may go when we choose.

19th December, 1867.—­On going to say good-bye to Casembe, he tried to be gracious, said that we had eaten but little of his food; yet he allowed us to go.  He sent for a man to escort us; and on the 22nd December, 1867. we went to Lunde River, crossed it, and went on to sleep at the Chungu, close by the place where Casembe’s court stood when Dr. Lacerda came, for the town was moved further west as soon as the Doctor died.  There are many palm-oil palms about, but no tradition exists of their introduction.

23rd December, 1867.—­We crossed the Chungu.  Rain from above, and cold and wet to the waist below, as I do not lift my shirt, because the white skin makes all stare.  I saw black monkeys at this spot.  The Chungu is joined by the Kaleusi and the Mandapala before it enters Moero.  Casembe said that the Lunde ran into Mofwe; others denied this, and said that it formed a marsh with numbers of pools in long grass; but it may ooze into Mofwe thus.  Casembe sent three men to guide me to Moero.

24th December, 1867.—­Drizzly rain, and we are in a miserable spot by the Kabusi, in a bed of brakens four feet high.  The guides won’t stir in this weather.  I gave beads to buy what could be got for Christmas.

25th December, 1867.—­Drizzly showers every now and then; soil, black mud.

About ten men came as guides and as a convoy of honour to Mohamad.

27th December, 1867.—­In two hours we crossed Mandapala, now waist deep.  This part was well stocked with people five years ago, but Casembe’s severity in cropping ears and other mutilations, selling the children for slight offences, &c., made them all flee to neighbouring tribes; and now, if he sent all over the country, he could not collect a thousand men.