29th, or 1st January, 1873.—­I am wrong two days.

29th December, 1872.—­After the burial and planting four branches of Moringa at the corners of the grave we went on southwards 3-1/4 hours to a river, the Luongo, running strongly west and south to the Luapula, then after one hour crossed it, twelve yards wide and waist deep.  We met a man with four of his kindred stripping off bark to make bark-cloth:  he gives me the above information about the Luongo.

1st January, 1873. (30th.)—­Came on at 6 A.M. very cold.  The rains have ceased for a time.  Arrive at the village of the man who met us yesterday.  As we have been unable to buy food, through the illness and death of Chipangawazi, I camp here.

2nd January, 1873.—­Thursday—­Wednesday was the 1st, I was two days wrong.

3rd January, 1873.—­The villagers very anxious to take us to the west to Chikumbi’s, but I refused to follow them, and we made our course to the Luongo.  Went into the forest south without a path for 1-1/2 hour, then through a flat forest, much fern and no game.  We camped in the forest at the Situngula Rivulet.  A little quiet rain through the night.  A damp climate this—­lichens on all the trees, even on those of 2 inches diameter.  Our last cow died of injuries received in crossing the Lofubu.  People buy it for food, so it is not an entire loss.

4th January, 1873.—­March south one hour to the Lopoposi or Lopopozi stream of 25 or 30 feet, and now breast deep, flowing fast southwards to join the Chambeze.  Camped at Ketebe’s at 2 P.M. on the Rivulet Kizima after very heavy rain.

5th January, 1873.—­A woman of our party is very ill; she will require to be carried to-morrow.

6th January, 1873.—­Ketebe or Kapesha very civil and generous.  He sent three men to guide us to his elder brother Chungu.  The men drum and sing harshly for him continually.  I gave him half-a-pound of powder, and he lay on his back rolling and clapping his hands, and all his men lulliloed; then he turned on his front, and did the same.  The men are very timid—­no wonder, the Arab slaves do as they choose with them.  The women burst out through, the stockade in terror when my men broke into a chorus as they were pitching my tent.  Cold, cloudy, and drizzling.  Much cultivation far from the stockades.

The sponges here are now full and overflowing, from the continuous and heavy rains.  Crops of mileza, maize, cassava, dura, tobacco, beans, ground-nuts, are growing finely.  A border is made round each patch, manured by burning the hedge, and castor-oil plants, pumpkins, calabashes, are planted in it to spread out over the grass.

7th January, 1873.—­A cold rainy day keeps us in a poor village very unwillingly. 3 P.M.  Fair, after rain all the morning—­on to the Rivulet Kamalopa, which runs to Kamolozzi and into Kapopozi.