designs, growing every moment more confused, more complicated, more hideous and terrible.  Unable to bear longer the distracting scene, he makes an effort and opens, his eyes, and dissolves the delirious dream, only, however, to glide again unconsciously into another dream-land where another unreal inferno is dioramically revealed, and new agonies suffered.  Oh! the many many hours, that I have groaned under the terrible incubi which the fits of real delirium evoke.  Oh! the racking anguish of body that a traveller in Africa must undergo!  Oh! the spite, the fretfulness, the vexation which the horrible phantasmagoria of diabolisms induce!  The utmost patience fails to appease, the most industrious attendance fails to gratify, the deepest humility displeases.  During these terrible transitions, which induce fierce distraction, Job himself would become irritable, insanely furious, and choleric.  A man in such a state regards himself as the focus of all miseries.  When recovered, he feels chastened, becomes urbane and ludicrously amiable, he conjures up fictitious delights from all things which, but yesterday, possessed for him such awful portentous aspects.  His men he regards with love and friendship; whatever is trite he views with ecstasy.  Nature appears charming; in the dead woods and monotonous forest his mind becomes overwhelmed with delight.  I speak for myself, as a careful analysation of the attack, in all its severe, plaintive, and silly phases, appeared to me.  I used to amuse myself with taking notes of the humorous and the terrible, the fantastic and exaggerated pictures that were presented to me—­even while suffering the paroxysms induced by fever.

We arrived at a large pool, known as the Ziwani, after a four hours’ march in a S.S.W. direction, the 1st of October.  We discovered an old half-burnt khambi, sheltered by a magnificent mkuyu (sycamore), the giant of the forests of Unyamwezi, which after an hour we transformed into a splendid camp.

If I recollect rightly, the stem of the tree measured thirty-eight feet in circumference.  It is the finest tree of its kind I have seen in Africa.  A regiment might with perfect ease have reposed under this enormous dome of foliage during a noon halt.  The diameter of the shadow it cast on the ground was one hundred and twenty feet.  The healthful vigor that I was enjoying about this time enabled me to regard my surroundings admiringly.  A feeling of comfort and perfect contentment took possession of me, such as I knew not while fretting at Unyanyembe, wearing my life away in inactivity.  I talked with my people as to my friends and equals.  We argued with each other about our prospects in quite a companionable, sociable vein.