he only remedy we have in our power.

With the chief's men we did not get on well, but with himself all was
easy. His men demanded prepayment for canoes to cross the river
Looembe; but in the way that he put it, the request was not
unreasonable, as he gave a man to smooth our way, and get canoes, or
whatever else was needed, all the way to Chibue's. I gave a cloth when
he put it thus, and he presented a goat, a spear ornamented with
copper-wire, abundance of meal, and beer, and numbo; so we parted good
friends, as his presents were worth the cloth.

Holding a north-westerly course we met with the Chikosho flowing
west, and thence came to the Likombe by a high ridge called Losauswa,
which runs a long way westward. It is probably a watershed between
streams going to the Chambeze and those that go to the northern
rivers.

We have the Locopa, Looembe, Nikelenge, then Lofubu or Lovu; the last
goes north into Liembe, but accounts are very confused. The Chambeze
rises in the Mambive country, which is north-east of Moamba, but near
to it.

The forest through which we passed was dense, but scrubby; trees
unhealthy and no drainage except through oozes. On the keel which
forms a clay soil the rain runs off, and the trees attain a large
size. The roads are not soured by the slow process of the ooze
drainage. At present all the slopes having loamy or sandy soil are
oozes, and full to overflowing; a long time is required for them to
discharge their contents. The country generally may be called one
covered with forest.

_6th March, 1867._--We came after a short march to a village on the
Molilanga, flowing east into the Looembe, here we meet with bananas for
the first time, called, as in Lunda, nkonde. A few trophies from
Mazitu are hung up: Chitapangwa had twenty-four skulls ornamenting his
stockade. The Babemba are decidedly more warlike than any of the
tribes south of them: their villages are stockaded, and have deep dry
ditches round them, so it is likely that Mochimbe will be effectually
checked, and forced to turn his energies to something else than to
marauding.

Our man from Moamba here refused to go further, and we were put on the
wrong track by the headman wading through three marshes, each at least
half a mile broad. The people of the first village we came to shut
their gates on us, then came running after us; but we declined to
enter their village: it is a way of showing their independence. We
made our sheds on a h