can encounter, for they have no fear as they have
when sober. One snatched away a fowl from our guide, that too was
restored by our friend. I did not load my gun; for any accidental
discharge would have inflamed them to rashness. We got away without
shedding blood, and were thankful. The Mazitu raid has produced
lawlessness in the country: every one was taken as an enemy.

_14th July, 1868._--We remained a day at the stockade of Moieggea. A
Banyamwezi or Garaganza man is settled here in Kabaia's district, and
on the strong rivulet called Mato. We felt secure only among the
strangers, and they were friendly with us.

_15th July, 1868._--At the village on the south bank of the Mpanda we
were taken by the headman as Mazitu. He was evidently intoxicated, and
began to shut his gates with frantic gesticulations. I offered to go
away; but others of his people, equally intoxicated, insisted on my
remaining. I sat down a little, but seeing that the chief was still
alarmed, I said to his people, "The chief objects and I can't stay:"
they saw the reasonableness of this, but I could not get my cowardly
attendants to come on, though one said to me, "Come, I shall show you
the way: we must speak nice to them." This the wise boys think the
perfection of virtue, speaking nice means adopting a childish treble
tone of voice and words exactly similar to those of the little Scotch
girl who, passing through a meadow, was approached by a cow, probably
from curiosity. To appease this enemy, she said, "Oh, coo, coo, if you
no hurt me, I no hurt you." I told them to come on and leave them
quietly, but they remained babbling with them. The guide said that
there was no water in front: this I have been told too often ever to
believe, so I went on through the forest, and in an hour and a half
came to a sponge where, being joined by my attendants, we passed the
night.

_16th July, 1868._--Crossing this sponge, and passing through flat
forest, we came to another named Meshwe, when there, as a contrast,
the young men volunteered to carry me across; but I had got off my
shoes, and was in the water, and they came along with me, showing the
shallower parts. We finished the day's march by crossing the Molongosi
spongy ooze, with 150 paces of deep water, flowing N.E. The water in
these oozes or sponges felt very cold, though only 60 deg. in the
mornings, and 65 deg. at midday. The Molongosi people invited us into the
village; but the forest, unless when