elephants’ footprints 1-1/2 hour, then came
on one hour to a small rivulet ten feet broad, but
waist deep, bridge covered and broken down. Carrying
me across one of the broad deep sedgy rivers is really
a very difficult task. One we crossed was at
least 2000 feet broad, or more than 300 yards.
The first part, the main stream, came up to Susi’s
mouth, and wetted my seat and legs. One held
up my pistol behind, then one after another took a
turn, and when he sank into a deep elephant’s
foot-print, he required two to lift him, so as to
gain a footing on the level, which was over waist deep.
Others went on, and bent down the grass, to insure
some footing on the side of the elephants’ path.
Every ten or twelve paces brought us to a clear stream,
flowing fast in its own channel, while over all a strong
current came bodily through all the rushes and aquatic
plants. Susi had the first spell, then Farijala,
then a tall, stout, Arab-looking man, then Amoda,
then Chanda, then Wade Sale, and each time I was lifted
off bodily, and put on another pair of stout willing
shoulders, and fifty yards put them out of breath:
no wonder! It was sore on the women folk of our
party. It took us full an hour and a half for
all to cross over, and several came over turn to help
me and their friends. The water was cold, and
so was the wind, but no leeches plagued us. We
had to hasten on the building of sheds after crossing
the second rivulet, as rain threatened us. After
4 P.M. it came on a pouring cold rain, when we were
all under cover. We are anxious about food.
The Lake is near, but we are not sure of provisions,
as there have been changes of population. Our
progress is distressingly slow. Wet, wet, wet;
sloppy weather, truly, and no observations, except
that the land near the Lake being very level, the
rivers spread out into broad friths and sponges.
The streams are so numerous that there has been a
scarcity of names. Here we have Loon and Luena.
We had two Loous before, and another Luena.
25th January, 1873.—Kept in by rain.
A man from Unyanyembe joined us this morning.
He says that he was left sick. Rivulets and sponges
again, and through flat forest, where, as usual, we
can see the slope of the land by the leaves being
washed into heaps in the direction which the water
in the paths wished to take. One and a half hours
more, and then to the River Loou, a large stream with
bridge destroyed. Sent to make repairs before
we go over it, and then passed. The river is deep,
and flows fast to the S.W., having about 200 yards
of safe flood flowing in long grass—clear
water. The men built their huts, and had their
camp ready by 3 P.M. A good day’s work,
not hindered by rain. The country all depopulated,
so we can buy nothing. Elephants and antelopes
have been here lately.