19th October, 1870.—­Bambarre.  The ringleading deserters sent Chuma to say that they were going with the people of Mohamad (who left to-day), to the Metamba, but I said that I had nought to say to them.  They would go now to the Metamba, whom, on deserting, they said they so much feared, and they think nothing of having left me to go with only three attendants, and get my feet torn to pieces in mud and sand.  They probably meant to go back to the women at Mamohela, who fed them in the absence of their husbands.  They were told by Mohamad that they must not follow his people, and he gave orders to bind them, and send them back if they did.  They think that no punishment will reach them whatever they do:  they are freemen, and need not work or do anything but beg.  “English,” they call themselves, and the Arabs fear them, though the eagerness with which they engaged in slave-hunting showed them to be genuine niggers.

20th October, 1870.—­The first heavy rain of this season fell yesterday afternoon.  It is observable that the permanent halt to which the Manyuema have come is not affected by the appearance of superior men among them:  they are stationary, and improvement is unknown.  Moenekuss paid smiths to teach his sons, and they learned to work in copper and iron, but he never could get them to imitate his own generous and obliging deportment to others; he had to reprove them perpetually for mean shortsightedness, and when he died he virtually left no successor, for his sons are both narrowminded, mean, shortsighted creatures, without dignity or honour.  All they can say of their forefathers is that they came from Lualaba up Luamo, then to Luelo, and thence here.  The name seems to mean “forest people”—­Manyuema.

The party under Hassani crossed the Logumba at Kanyingere’s, and went N. and N.N.E.  They found the country becoming more and more mountainous, till at last, approaching Morere, it was perpetually up and down.  They slept at a village on the top, and could send for water to the bottom only once, it took so much time to descend and ascend.  The rivers all flowed into Kerere or Lower Tanganyika.  There is a hot fountain whose water could not be touched nor stones stood upon.  The Balegga were very unfriendly, and collected in thousands.  “We come to buy ivory,” said Hassani, “and if there is none we go away.”  “Nay,” shouted they, “you come to die here!” and then they shot with arrows; when musket-balls were returned they fled, and would not come to receive the captives.

25th October, 1870.—­Bambarre.  In this journey I have endeavoured to follow with unswerving fidelity the line of duty.  My course has been an even one, turning neither to the right hand nor to the left, though my route has been tortuous enough.  All the hardship, hunger, and toil were met with the full conviction that I was right in persevering to make a complete work of the exploration of the sources of the Nile.  Mine has been a calm, hopeful