8th and 9th January, 1869.—­Mohamad Bogharib offered to carry me.  I am so weak I can scarcely speak.  We are in Marungu proper now—­a pretty but steeply-undulating country.  This is the first time in my life I have been carried in illness, but I cannot raise myself to the sitting posture.  No food except a little gruel.  Great distress in coughing all night long; feet swelled and sore.  I am carried four hours each day on a kitanda or frame, like a cot; carried eight hours one day.  Then sleep in a deep ravine.  Next day six hours, over volcanic tufa; very rough.  We seem near the brim of Tanganyika.  Sixteen days of illness.  May be 23rd of January; it is 5th of lunar month.  Country very undulating; it is perpetually up and down.  Soil red, and rich knolls of every size and form.  Trees few.  Erythrinas abound; so do elephants.  Carried eight hours yesterday to a chief’s village.  Small sharp thorns hurt the men’s feet, and so does the roughness of the ground.  Though there is so much slope, water does not run quickly off Marungu.  A compact mountain-range flanks the undulating country through which we passed, and may stop the water flowing.  Mohamad Bogharib is very kind to me in my extreme weakness; but carriage is painful; head down and feet up alternates with feet down and head up; jolted up and down and sideways—­changing shoulders involves a toss from one side to the other of the kitanda.  The sun is vertical, blistering any part of the skin exposed, and I try to shelter my face and head as well as I can with a bunch of leaves, but it is dreadfully fatiguing in my weakness.

I had a severe relapse after a very hot day.  Mohamad gave me medicines; one was a sharp purgative, the others intended for the cure of the cough.

14th February, 1869.—­Arrived at Tanganyika.  Parra is the name of the land at the confluence of the River Lofuko:  Syde bin Habib had two or three large canoes at this place, our beads were nearly done, so I sent to Syde to say that all the Arabs had served me except himself.  Thani bin Suellim by his letter was anxious to send a canoe as soon as I reached the Lake, and the only service I wanted of Syde was to inform Thani, by one of his canoes, that I was here very ill, and if I did not get to Ujiji to get proper food and medicine I should die.  Thani would send a canoe as soon as he knew of my arrival I was sure:  he replied that he too would serve me:  and sent some flour and two fowls:  he would come in two days and see what he could do as to canoes.

15th February, 1869.—­The cough and chest pain diminished, and I feel thankful; my body is greatly emaciated.  Syde came to-day, and is favourable to sending me up to Ujiji.  Thanks to the Great Father in Heaven.

24th February, 1869.—­We had remarkably little rain these two months.

25th February, 1869.—­I extracted twenty Funyes, an insect like a maggot, whose eggs had been inserted on my having been put into an old house infested by them; as they enlarge they stir about and impart a stinging sensation; if disturbed, the head is drawn in a little.  When a poultice is put on they seem obliged to come out possibly from want of air:  they can be pressed out, but the large pimple in which they live is painful; they were chiefly in my limbs.