ka. The Doctor
is conveyed in canoes. Kasanga Islet. Cochin-China fowls.
Beaches Ujiji. Receives some stores. Plundering hands. Slow
recovery. Writes despatches. Refusal of Arabs to take letters.
Thani bin Suellim. A den of slavers. Puzzling current in Lake
Tanganyika. Letters sent off at last. Contemplates visiting the
Manyuema. Arab depredations. Starts for new explorations in
Manyuema, 12th July, 1869. Voyage on the Lake. Kabogo East.
Crosses Tanganyika. Evil effects of last illness. Elephant
hunter's superstition. Dugumbe. The Lualaba reaches the
Manyuema. Sons of Moenekuss. Sokos first heard of. Manyuema
customs. Illness.

[The new year opened badly enough, and from letters he wrote
subsequently concerning the illness which now attacked him, we gather
that it left evils behind, from which he never quite recovered. The
following entries were made after he regained sufficient strength, but
we see how short they necessarily were, and what labour it was to make
the jottings which relate to his progress towards the western shore of
Lake Tanganyika. He was not able at any time during this seizure to
continue the minute maps of the country in his pocket-books, which for
the first time fail here.]

_1st January, 1869._--I have been wet times without number, but the
wetting of yesterday was once too often: I felt very ill, but fearing
that the Lofuko might flood, I resolved to cross it. Cold up to the
waist, which made me worse, but I went on for 2-1/2 hours E.

_3rd January, 1869._--I marched one hour, but found I was too ill to go
further. Moving is always good in fever; now I had a pain in the chest,
and rust of iron sputa: my lungs, my strongest part, were thus affected.
We crossed a rill and built sheds, but I lost count of the days of the
week and month after this. Very ill all over.

_About 7th January, 1869._--Cannot walk: Pneumonia of right lung, and I
cough all day and all night: sputa rust of iron and bloody: distressing
weakness. Ideas flow through the mind with great rapidity and vividness,
in groups of twos and threes: if I look at any piece of wood, the bark
seems covered over with figures and faces of men, and they remain,
though I look away and turn to the same spot again. I saw myself lying
dead in the way to Ujiji, and all the letters I expected there useless.
When I think of my children and friends, the lines ring through my head
perpetually:

"I s