saw a forest in the distance, and shortly found ourselves in corn-fields.  Looking keenly around for a village, we descried it on the summit of the lofty triangular hill on our right.  A loud exultant shout was raised at the discovery.  The men threw down their packs, and began to clamour for food.  Volunteers were asked to come forward to take cloth, and scale the heights to obtain it from the village, at any price.  While three or four sallied off we rested on the ground, quite worn out.  In about an hour the foraging party returned with the glorious tidings that food was plentiful; that the village we saw was called, “Welled Nzogera’s”—­the son of Nzogera—­by which, of course, we knew that we were in Uvinza, Nzogera being the principal chief in Uvinza.  We were further informed that Nzogera, the father, was at war with Lokanda-Mire, about some salt-pans in the valley of the Malagarazi, and that it would be difficult to go to Ujiji by the usual road, owing to this war; but, for a consideration, the son of Nzogera was willing to supply us with guides, who would take us safely, by a northern road, to Ujiji.

Everything auguring well for our prospects, we encamped to enjoy the good cheer, for which our troubles and privations, during the transit of the Ukawendi forests and jungles, had well prepared us.

I am now going to extract from my Diary of the march, as, without its aid, I deem it impossible to relate fully our various experiences, so as to show them properly as they occurred to us; and as these extracts were written and recorded at the close of each day, they possess more interest, in my opinion, than a cold relation of facts, now toned down in memory.

October 31st.  Tuesday.—­Our road led E.N.E. for a considerable time after leaving the base of the triangular mountain whereon the son of Nzogera has established his stronghold, in order to avoid a deep and impassable portion of marsh, that stood between us and the direct route to the Malagarazi River.  The valley sloped rapidly to this marsh, which received in its broad bosom the drainage of three extensive ranges.  Soon we turned our faces northwest, and prepared to cross the marsh; and the guides informed us, as we halted on its eastern bank, of a terrible catastrophe which occurred a few yards above where we were preparing to cross.  They told of an Arab and his caravan, consisting of thirty-five slaves, who had suddenly sunk out of sight, and who were never more heard of.  This marsh, as it appeared to us, presented a breadth of some hundreds of yards, on which grew a close network of grass, with much decayed matter mixed up with it.  In the centre of this, and underneath it, ran a broad, deep, and rapid stream.  As the guides proceeded across, the men stole after them with cautious footsteps.  As they arrived near the centre we began to see this unstable grassy bridge, so curiously provided by nature for us, move up and down in heavy languid undulations,