21st August, 1869.—­Went on to the River Loungwa, which has worn for itself a rut in new red sandstone twenty feet deep, and only three or four feet wide at the lips.

25th August, 1869.—­We rest because all are tired; travelling at this season is excessively fatiguing.  It is very hot at even 10 A.M., and 21/2 or 3 hours tires the strongest—­carriers especially so:  during the rains five hours would not have fatigued so much as three do now.  We are now on the same level as Tanganyika.  The dense mass of black smoke rising from the burning grass and reeds on the Lobumba, or Robumba, obscures the sun, and very sensibly lowers the temperature of the sultriest day; it looks like the smoke in Martin’s pictures.  The Manyuema arrows here are very small, and made of strong grass stalks, but poisoned, the large ones, for elephants and buffaloes, are poisoned also.

31st August, 1869.—­Course N.W. among Palmyras and Hyphene Palms, and many villages swarming with people.  Crossed Kibila, a hot fountain about 120 deg., to sleep at Kolokolo River, five yards wide, and knee deep:  midway we passed the River Kanzazala.  On asking the name of a mountain on our right I got three names for it—­Kaloba, Chingedi, and Kihomba, a fair specimen of the superabundance of names in this country!

1st September, 1869.—­West in flat forest, then cross Kishila River, and go on to Kunde’s villages.  The Katamba is a fine rivulet.  Kunde is an old man without dignity or honour:  he came to beg, but offered nothing.

2nd September, 1869.—­We remained at Katamba to hunt buffaloes and rest, as I am still weak.  A young elephant was killed, and I got the heart:  the Arabs do not eat it, but that part is nice if well cooked.

A Lunda slave, for whom I interceded to be freed of the yoke, ran away, and as he is near the Barna, his countrymen, he will be hidden.  He told his plan to our guide, and asked to accompany him back to Tanganyika, but he is eager to deliver him up for a reward:  all are eager to press each other down in the mire into which they are already sunk.

5th September, 1869.—­Kunde’s people refused the tusks of an elephant killed by our hunter, asserting that they had killed it themselves with a hoe:  they have no honour here, as some have elsewhere.

7th September, 1869.—­W. and N.W., through forest and immense fields of cassava, some three years old, with roots as thick as a stout man’s leg.

8th September, 1869.—­Across five rivers and through many villages.  The country is covered with ferns and gingers, and miles and miles of cassava.  On to village of Karun-gamagao.

9th September, 1869.—­Rest again to shoot meat, as elephants and buffaloes are very abundant:  the Suaheli think that adultery is an obstacle to success in killing this animal:  no harm can happen to him who is faithful to his wife, and has the proper charms inserted under the skin of his forearms.