“Private friendship guided me in the selection of other names where distinctive epithets were urgently needed.  ‘Paraffin’ Young, one of my teachers in chemistry, raised himself to be a merchant prince by his science and art, and has shed pure white light in many lowly cottages, and in some rich palaces.  Leaving him and chemistry, I went away to try and bless others.  I, too, have shed light of another kind, and am fain to believe that I have performed a small part in the grand revolution which our Maker has been for ages carrying on, by multitudes of conscious, and many unconscious agents, all over the world.  Young’s friendship never faltered.

“Oswell and Webb were fellow-travellers, and mighty hunters.  Too much engrossed myself with mission-work to hunt, except for the children’s larder, when going to visit distant tribes, I relished the sight of fair stand-up fights by my friends with the large denizens of the forest, and admired the true Nimrod class for their great courage, truthfulness, and honour.  Being a warm lover of natural history, the entire butcher tribe, bent only on making ‘a bag,’ without regard to animal suffering, have not a single kindly word from me.  An Ambonda man, named Mokantju, told Oswell and me in 1851 that the Liambai and Kafue rose as one fountain and then separated, but after a long course came together again in the Zambezi above Zumbo.”

8th October, 1870.—­Mbarawa and party came yesterday from Katomba at Mamohela.  He reports that Jangeonge (?) with Moeneokela’s men had been killing people of the Metamba or forest, and four of his people were slain.  He intended fighting, hence his desire to get rid of me when I went north:  he got one and a half tusks, but little ivory, but Katomba’s party got fifty tusks; Abdullah had got two tusks, and had also been fighting, and Katomba had sent a fighting party down to Lolinde; plunder and murder is Ujijian trading.  Mbarawa got his ivory on the Lindi, or as he says, “Urindi,” which has black water, and is very large:  an arrow could not be shot across its stream, 400 or 500 yards wide, it had to be crossed by canoes, and goes into Lualaba.  It is curious that all think it necessary to say to me, “The Manyuema are bad, very bad;” the Balegga will be let alone, because they can fight, and we shall hear nothing of their badness.

10th October, 1870.—­I came out of my hut to-day, after being confined to it since the 22nd July, or eighty days, by irritable ulcers on the feet.  The last twenty days I suffered from fever, which reduced my strength, taking away my voice, and purging me.  My appetite was good, but the third mouthful of any food caused nausea and vomiting—­purging took place and profuse sweating; it was choleraic, and how many Manyuema died of it we could not ascertain.  While this epidemic raged here, we heard of cholera terribly severe on the way to the coast.  I am thankful to feel myself well.