5th January, 1872.—­Mr. Stanley is ill of fever.  I am engaged in copying notes into my journal.  All men and goats arrived safely.

6th January, 1872.—­Mr. Stanley better, and we prepare to go.

7th January, 1872.—­Mr. Stanley shot a buffalo at the end of our first march up.  East and across the hills.  The River Luajere is in front.  We spend the night at the carcase of the buffalo.

8th January, 1872.—­We crossed the river, which is 30 yards wide and rapid.  It is now knee and waist deep.  The country is rich and beautiful, hilly and tree-covered, reddish soil, and game abundant.

9th January, 1872.—­Rainy, but we went on E. and N.N.E. through a shut-in valley to an opening full of all kinds of game.  Buffalo cows have calves now:  one was wounded.  Rain came down abundantly.

10th January, 1872.—­Across a very lovely green country of open forest all fresh, and like an English gentleman’s park.  Game plentiful.  Tree-covered mountains right and left, and much brown haematite on the levels.  Course E. A range of mountains appears about three miles off on our right.

11th January, 1872.—­Off through open forest for three hours east, then cook, and go on east another three hours, over very rough rocky, hilly country.  River Mtambahu.

12th January, 1872.—­Off early, and pouring rain came down; as we advance the country is undulating.  We cross a rivulet 15 yards wide going north, and at another of 3 yards came to a halt; all wet and uncomfortable.

The people pick up many mushrooms and manendinga roots, like turnips.  There are buffaloes near us in great numbers.

13th January, 1872.—­Fine morning.  Went through an undulating hilly country clothed with upland trees for three hours, then breakfast in an open glade, with bottom of rocks of brown haematite, and a hole with rain-water in it.  We are over 1000 feet higher than Tanganyika.  It became cloudy, and we finished our march in a pouring rain, at a rivulet thickly clad with aquatic trees on banks.  Course E.S.E.

14th January, 1872.—­Another fine morning, but miserably wet afternoon.  We went almost 4’ E.S.E., and crossed a strong rivulet 8 or 10 yards wide:  then on and up to a ridge and along the top of it, going about south.  We had breakfast on the edge of the plateau, looking down into a broad lovely valley.  We now descended, and saw many reddish monkeys, which made a loud outcry:  there was much game, but scattered, and we got none.  Miserably wet crossing another stream, then up a valley to see a deserted Boma or fenced village.

15th January, 1872.—­Along a valley with high mountains on each hand, then up over that range on our left or south.  At the top some lions roared.  We then went on on high land, and saw many hartebeests and zebra, but did not get one, though a buffalo was knocked over.  We crossed a rivulet, and away over beautiful and undulating hills and vales, covered with many trees and jambros fruit.  Sleep at a running rill.