8th December, 1872.—­Very heavy rains.  I visited Kafimbe.  He is an intelligent and pleasant young man, who has been attacked several times by Kitandula, the successor of Nsama of Itawa, and compelled to shift from Motononga to this rivulet Motosi, which flows into the Kisi and thence into Lake Moero.

9th December, 1872.—­Send off men to a distance for food, and wait of course.  Here there is none for either love or money.  To-day a man came from the Arab party at Kumba-Kumba’s with a present of M’chele and a goat.  He reports that they have killed Casembe, whose people concealed from him the approach of the enemy till they were quite near.  Having no stockade, he fell an easy prey to them.  The conquerors put his head and all his ornaments on poles.  His pretty wife escaped over Mofwe, and the slaves of the Arabs ran riot everywhere.  We sent a return present of two dotis of cloth, one jorah of Kanike, one doti of coloured cloth, three pounds of beads, and a paper of needles.

10th December, 1872.—­Left Kafimbe’s.  He gave us three men to take us into Chama’s village, and came a mile along the road with us.  Our road took us by a winding course from one little deserted village to another.

11th December, 1872.—­Being far from water we went two hours across a plain dotted with villages to a muddy rivulet called the Mukubwe (it runs to Moero), where we found the village of a nephew of Nsama.  This young fellow was very liberal in gifts of food, and in return I gave him two cloths.  An Arab, Juma bin Seff, sent a goat to-day.  They have been riding it roughshod over all the inhabitants, and confess it.

12th December, 1872.—­Marenza sent a present of dura flour and a fowl, and asked for a little butter as a charm.  He seems unwilling to give us a guide, though told by Kafimbe to do so.  Many Garaganza about:  they trade in leglets, ivory, and slaves.  We went on half-an-hour to the River Mokoe, which is thirty yards wide, and carries off much water into Malunda, and so to Lake Moero.

When palm-oil palms are cut down for toddy, they are allowed to lie three days, then the top shoot is cut off smoothly, and the toddy begins to flow; and it flows for a month, or a month and a half or so, lying on the soil.

[The note made on the following day is written with a feeble hand, and scarce one pencilled word tallies with its neighbour in form or distinctness—­in fact, it is seen at a glance what exertion it cost him to write at all.  He says no more than “Ill” in one place, but this is the evident explanation; yet with the same painstaking determination of old, the three rivers which they crossed have their names recorded, and the hours of marching and the direction are all entered in his pocket book.]

13th December, 1872.—­Westward about by south, and crossed a river, Mokobwe, thirty-five yards.  Ill, and after going S.W. camped in a deserted village, S.W. travelling five hours.  River Mekanda 2nd.  Menomba 3, where we camp.