At Muhalleh was the fourth caravan under Maganga with three more sick men, who turned with eager eyes to myself, “the dispenser of medicine,” as I approached.  Salvos of small arms greeted me, and a present of rice and ears of Indian corn for roasting were awaiting my acceptance; but, as I told Maganga, I would have preferred to hear that his party were eight or ten marches ahead.  At this camp, also, we met Salim bin Rashid, bound eastward, with a huge caravan carrying three hundred ivory tusks.  This good Arab, besides welcoming the new comer with a present of rice, gave me news of Livingstone.  He had met the old traveller at Ujiji, had lived in the next but to him for two weeks, described him as looking old, with long grey moustaches and beard, just recovered from severe illness, looking very wan; when fully recovered Livingstone intended to visit a country called Manyema by way of Marungu.

The valley of the Ungerengeri with Muhalleh exhibits wonderful fertility.  Its crops of matama were of the tallest, and its Indian corn would rival the best crops ever seen in the Arkansas bottoms.  The numerous mountain-fed streams rendered the great depth of loam very sloppy, in consequence of which several accidents occurred before we reached the camp, such as wetting cloth, mildewing tea, watering sugar, and rusting tools; but prompt attention to these necessary things saved us from considerable loss.

There was a slight difference noticed in the demeanour and bearing of the Waseguhha compared with the Wadoe, Wakami, and Wakwere heretofore seen.  There was none of that civility we had been until now pleased to note:  their express desire to barter was accompanied with insolent hints that we ought to take their produce at their own prices.  If we remonstrated they became angry; retorting fiercely, impatient of opposition, they flew into a passion, and were glib in threats.  This strange conduct, so opposite to that of the calm and gentle Wakwere, may be excellently illustrated by comparing the manner of the hot-headed Greek with that of the cool and collected German.  Necessity compelled us to purchase eatables of them, and, to the credit of the country and its productions, be it said, their honey had the peculiar flavour of that of famed Hymettus.

Following the latitudinal valley of the Ungerengeri, within two hours on the following morning we passed close under the wall of the capital of Useguhha—­Simbamwenni.  The first view of the walled town at the western foot of the Uruguru mountains, with its fine valley abundantly beautiful, watered by two rivers, and several pellucid streams of water distilled by the dew and cloud-enriched heights around, was one that we did not anticipate to meet in Eastern Africa.  In Mazanderan, Persia, such a scene would have answered our expectations, but here it was totally unexpected.  The town may contain a population of 3,000, having about 1,000 houses; being so densely crowded, perhaps