ands in the Nyanza
Lake has the power of speaking, and is the same that beguiled Eve. It
is a crime at Ujiji to kill a serpent, even though it enters a house
and kills a kid! The native name, for the people of Ujiji is Wayeiye,
the very same as the people on the Zouga, near Lake Ngami. They are
probably an offshoot from Ujiji.[61]

There are underground stone houses in Kabiure, in the range called
Kakoma, which is near to our place of detention. _15th March,
1868._--The roots of the Nyumbo or Noombo open in four or five months
from the time of planting, those planted by me on the 6th February
have now stalks fifteen inches long. The root is reported to be a very
wholesome food, never disagreeing with the stomach; and the raw root
is an excellent remedy in obstinate vomiting and nausea; four or five
tubers are often given by one root, in Marungu they attain a size of
six inches in length by two in diameter.

_16th March, 1868._--We started for Mpweto's village, which is
situated on the Lualaba, and in our course crossed the Lokinda, which
had a hundred yards of flood water on each side of it. The river
itself is forty yards wide, with a rude bridge over it, as it flows
fast away into Moero.

Next day we ascended the Rua Mountains, and reached the village of
Mpweto, situated in a valley between two ridges, about one mile from
the right bank of the Lualaba, where it comes through the mountains.
It then flows about two miles along the base of a mountain lying east
and west before it begins to make northing: its course is reported to
be very winding, this seems additional evidence that Tanganyika is not
in a depression of only 1844 feet above the sea, otherwise the water
of Lualaba would flow faster and make a straighter channel. It is said
to flow into the Lufira, and that into Tanganyika.

_18th March, 1868._--On reaching Mpweto's yesterday we were taken up
to the house of Syde bin Habib, which is built on a ridge overhanging
the chiefs village, a square building of wattle and plaster, and a mud
roof to prevent it being fired by an enemy. It is a very pretty spot
among the mountains. Sariama is Bin Habib's agent, and he gave us a
basket of flour and leg of kid. I sent a message to Mpweto, which he
politely answered by saying that he had no food ready in his village,
but if we waited two days he would have some prepared, and would then
see us. He knew what we should give him, and he need not tell us I
met a man from Se