17th July, 1871.—­All the rest of Dugumbe’s party offered me a share of every kind of goods they had, and pressed me not to be ashamed to tell them what I needed.  I declined everything save a little gunpowder, but they all made presents of beads, and I was glad to return equivalents in cloth.  It is a sore affliction, at least forty-five days in a straight line—­equal to 300 miles, or by the turnings and windings 600 English miles, and all after feeding and clothing the Banian slaves for twenty-one months!  But it is for the best though; if I do not trust to the riffraff of Ujiji, I must wait for other men at least ten months there.  With help from above I shall yet go through Rua, see the underground excavations first, then on to Katanga, and the four ancient fountains eight days beyond, and after that Lake Lincoln.

18th July, 1871.—­The murderous assault on the market people felt to me like Gehenna, without the fire and brimstone; but the heat was oppressive, and the firearms pouring their iron bullets on the fugitives, was not an inapt representative of burning in the bottomless pit.

The terrible scenes of man’s inhumanity to man brought on severe headache, which might have been serious had it not been relieved by a copious discharge of blood; I was laid up all yesterday afternoon, with the depression the bloodshed made,—­it filled me with unspeakable horror.  “Don’t go away,” say the Manyuema chiefs to me; but I cannot stay here in agony.

19th July, 1871.—­Dugumbe sent me a fine goat, a maneh of gunpowder, a maneh of fine blue beads, and 230 cowries, to buy provisions in the way.  I proposed to leave a doti Merikano and one of Kanike to buy specimens of workmanship.  He sent me two very fine large Manyuema swords, and two equally fine spears, and said that I must not leave anything; he would buy others with his own goods, and divide them equally with me:  he is very friendly.

River fallen 4-1/2 feet since the 5th ult.

A few market people appear to-day, formerly they came in crowds:  a very few from the west bank bring salt to buy back the baskets from the camp slaves, which they threw away in panic, others carried a little food for sale, about 200 in all, chiefly those who have not lost relatives:  one very beautiful woman had a gunshot wound in her upper arm tied round with leaves.  Seven canoes came instead of fifty; but they have great tenacity and hopefulness, an old established custom has great charms for them, and the market will again be attended if no fresh outrage is committed.  No canoes now come into the creek of death, but land above, at Ntambwe’s village:  this creek, at the bottom of the long gentle slope on which the market was held, probably led to its selection.

A young Manyuema man worked for one of Dugumbe’s people preparing a space to build on; when tired, he refused to commence to dig a pit, and was struck on the loins with an axe, and soon died:  he was drawn out of the way, and his relations came, wailed over him, and buried him:  they are too much awed to complain to Dugumbe!!