ram fashion, hard enough almost to have split both head and tree. It
paused a few seconds--drew back several paces--glared up at the man--and
then dashed at the tree again and again, as if determined to shake him
out of it. It took two more Jacob's shells, and five other large solid
rifle-balls to finish the beast at last. These old surly buffaloes had
been wandering about in a sort of miserable fellowship; their skins were
diseased and scabby, as if leprous, and their horns atrophied or worn
down to stumps--the first was killed outright, by one Jacob's shell, the
second died hard. There is so much difference in the tenacity of life in
wounded animals of the same species, that the inquiry is suggested where
the seat of life can be?--We have seen a buffalo live long enough, after
a large bullet had passed right through the heart, to allow firm adherent
clots to be formed in the two holes.

One day's journey above Sinamane's, a mass of mountain called Gorongue,
or Golongwe, is said to cross the river, and the rent through which the
river passes is, by native report, quite fearful to behold. The country
round it is so rocky, that our companions dreaded the fatigue, and were
not much to blame, if, as is probably the case, the way be worse than
that over which we travelled. As we trudged along over the black slag-
like rocks, the almost leafless trees affording no shade, the heat was
quite as great as Europeans could bear. It was 102 degrees in the shade,
and a thermometer placed under the tongue or armpit showed that our blood
was 99.5 degrees, or 1.5 degrees hotter than that of the natives, which
stood at 98 degrees. Our shoes, however, enable us to pass over the hot
burning soil better than they can. Many of those who wear sandals have
corns on the sides of the feet, and on the heels, where the straps pass.
We have seen instances, too, where neither sandals nor shoes were worn,
of corns on the soles of the feet. It is, moreover, not at all uncommon
to see toes cocked up, as if pressed out of their proper places; at home,
we should have unhesitatingly ascribed this to the vicious fashions
perversely followed by our shoemakers.

On the 5th, after crossing some hills, we rested at the village of
Simariango. The bellows of the blacksmith here were somewhat different
from the common goatskin bags, and more like those seen in Madagascar.
They consisted of two wooden vessels, like a lady's bandbox of small
dimensions,