ufficient to drive all the mills in
Manchester, running to waste. Pamofunda, or Pamozima, has a deep shady
grove on its right bank. When we were walking alone through its dark
shade, we were startled by a shocking smell like that of a dissecting-
room; and on looking up saw dead bodies in mats suspended from the
branches of the trees, a mode of burial somewhat similar to that which we
subsequently saw practised by the Parsees in their "towers of silence" at
Poonah, near Bombay. The name Pamozima means, "the departed spirits or
gods"--a fit name for a place over which, according to the popular
belief, the disembodied souls continually hover.

The rock lowest down in the series is dark reddish-grey syenite. This
seems to have been an upheaving agent, for the mica schists above it are
much disturbed. Dark trappean rocks full of hornblende have in many
places burst through these schists, and appear in nodules on the surface.
The highest rock seen is a fine sandstone of closer grain than that at
Tette, and quite metamorphosed where it comes into contact with the
igneous rocks below it. It sometimes gives place to quartz and reddish
clay schists, much baked by heat. This is the usual geological condition
on the right bank of the Cataracts. On the other side we pass over
masses of porphyritic trap, in contact with the same mica schists, and
these probably give to the soil the great fertility we observed. The
great body of the mountains is syenite. So much mica is washed into the
river, that on looking attentively on the stream one sees myriads of
particles floating and glancing in the sun; and this, too, even at low
water.

It was the 15th of August before the men returned from the ship,
accompanied by Mr. Rae and the steward of the "Pioneer." They brought
two oxen, one of which was instantly slaughtered to put courage into all
hearts, and some bottles of wine, a present from Waller and Alington. We
never carried wine before, but this was precious as an expression of
kindheartedness on the part of the donors. If one attempted to carry
either wine or spirits, as a beverage, he would require a whole troop of
followers for nothing else. Our greatest luxury in travelling was tea or
coffee. We never once carried sugar enough to last a journey, but coffee
is always good, while the sugarless tea is only bearable, because of the
unbearable gnawing feeling of want and sinking which ensues if we begin
to travel in the mo