27th May, 1871.—­Hassani told me that since he had come, no Manyuema had ever presented him with a single mouthful of food, not even a potato or banana, and he had made many presents.  Going from him into the market I noticed that one man presented a few small fishes, another a sweet potato and a piece of cassava, and a third two small fishes, but the Manyuema are not a liberal people.  Old men and women who remained in the half-deserted villages we passed through in coming north, often ran forth to present me with bananas, but it seemed through fear; when I sat down and ate the bananas they brought beer of bananas, and I paid for all.  A stranger in the market had ten human under jaw-bones hung by a string over his shoulder:  on inquiry he professed to have killed and eaten the owners, and showed with his knife how he cut up his victim.  When I expressed disgust he and others laughed.  I see new faces every market-day.  Two nice girls were trying to sell their venture, which was roasted white ants, called “Gumbe.”

30th May, 1871.—­The river fell four inches during the last four days; the colour is very dark brown, and large quantities of aquatic plants and trees float down.  Mologhwe, or chief Ndambo, came and mixed blood with the intensely bigoted Moslem, Hassani:  this is to secure the nine canoes.  He next went over to have more palaver about them, and they do not hesitate to play me false by detraction.  The Manyuema, too, are untruthful, but very honest; we never lose an article by them:  fowls and goats are untouched, and if a fowl is lost, we know that it has been stolen by an Arab slave.  When with Mohamad Bogharib, we had all to keep our fowls at the Manyuema villages to prevent them being stolen by our own slaves, and it is so here.  Hassani denies complicity with them, but it is quite apparent that he and others encourage them in mutiny.

5th June, 1871.—­The river rose again six inches and fell three.  Rain nearly ceased, and large masses of fleecy clouds float down here from the north-west, with accompanying cold.

7th June, 1871.—­I fear that I must march on foot, but the mud is forbidding.

11th June, 1871.—­New moon last night, and I believe Dugumbe will leave Kasonga’s to-day.  River down three inches.

14th June, 1871.—­Hassani got nine canoes, and put sixty-three persons in three; I cannot get one.  Dugumbe reported near, but detained by his divination, at which he is an expert; hence his native name is “Molembalemba”—­“writer, writing.”

16th June, 1871.—­The high winds and drying of soap and sugar tell that the rains are now over in this part.

18th June, 1871.—­Dugumbe arrived, but passed to Moene Nyangwe’s, and found that provisions were so scarce, and dear there, as compared with our market, that he was fain to come back to us.  He has a large party and 500 guns.  He is determined to go into new fields of trade, and has all his family with him, and intends to remain six or seven years, sending regularly to Ujiji for supplies of goods.