by Mrs. Baker, no long time could have elapsed before the laurels for the modern re-discovery of the sources of the Nile should have been plucked by the ladies.  In 1841 the Egyptian Expedition under D’Arnauld and Sabatier reached lat. 4 deg. 42’:  this was a great advance into the interior as compared with Linant in 1827, 13 deg. 30’ N., and even on the explorations of Jomard(?); but it turned when nearly a thousand miles from the sources.

[The subjoined account of the soko—­which is in all probability an entirely new species of chimpanzee, and not the gorilla, is exceedingly interesting, and no doubt Livingstone had plenty of stories from which to select.  Neither Susi nor Chuma can identify the soko of Manyuema with the gorilla, as we have it stuffed in the British Museum.  They think, however, that the soko is quite as large and as strong as the gorilla, judging by the specimens shown to them, although they could have decided with greater certainty, if the natives had not invariably brought in the dead sokos disembowelled; as they point out, and as we imagine from Dr. Livingstone’s description, the carcase would then appear much less bulky.  Livingstone gives an animated sketch of a soko hunt.]

24th August, 1870.—­Four gorillas or sokos were killed yesterday:  an extensive grass-burning forced them out of their usual haunt, and coming on the plain they were speared.  They often go erect, but place the hand on the head, as if to steady the body.  When seen thus, the soko is an ungainly beast.  The most sentimental young lady would not call him a “dear,” but a bandy-legged, pot-bellied, low-looking villain, without a particle of the gentleman in him.  Other animals, especially the antelopes, are graceful, and it is pleasant to see them, either at rest or in motion:  the natives also are well made, lithe and comely to behold, but the soko, if large, would do well to stand for a picture of the Devil.

He takes away my appetite by his disgusting bestiality of appearance.  His light-yellow face shows off his ugly whiskers, and faint apology for a beard; the forehead villainously low, with high ears, is well in the back-ground of the great dog-mouth; the teeth are slightly human, but the canines show the beast by their large development.  The hands, or rather the fingers, are like those of the natives.  The flesh of the feet is yellow, and the eagerness with which the Manyuema devour it leaves the impression that eating sokos was the first stage by which they arrived at being cannibals; they say the flesh is delicious.  The soko is represented by some to be extremely knowing, successfully stalking men and women while at their work, kidnapping children, and running up trees with them—­he seems to be amused by the sight of the young native in his arms, but comes down when tempted by a bunch of bananas, and as he lifts that, drops the child:  the young soko in such a case would cling closely to the armpit of the elder.  One man was cutting out honey from a tree, and naked, when a soko suddenly appeared and caught him, then let him go:  another man was hunting, and missed in his attempt to stab a soko:  it seized the spear and broke it, then grappled with the man, who called to his companions, “Soko has caught me,” the soko bit off the ends of his fingers and escaped unharmed.  Both men are now alive at Bambarre.