ba. Eat first as much as ye can, then
we can go," said Moto, in the tone of one who knew what he was about.

In an hour a full meal had been despatched, and about an hour before
sunset they started towards Unyanyembe; but before they reached the camp
which had excited Moto's attention it was dark, and prudence insisted on
them stopping there.

All kinds of suggestions were made as to Kalulu's fate, and they fondly
called up, by retrospective glances at the past few months, all they
knew concerning Kalulu, all he had done, his amiability, his kindness of
heart, and the generous character of the young chief, until each sighed
for morning.

There was but little sleep that night, and the next morning they were
early afoot on the road. The narrow path which they trod led to
Unyanyembe, and had been tramped to hardness and compactness. It ran
around bushes; sometimes it went straight ahead; then it made great
curves like a lengthy brown serpent. There seemed no end to the road or
to the forest. It was ever woods, woods, woods, in their front--woods
to the right of them, woods to the left of them, woods behind them, and
not a sign of cultivation or of population anywhere. Only trees, trees,
trees. Trees of all kinds--the candelabra kolqual, the prickly cactus,
spear-leafed aloes, thorn-bushes, gummy woods, silk-cotton trees,
sycamores, mimosa, plane, or the silvery chenar, tamarinds, wild
fruit-trees, but no fields or villages.

Darkness coming on at fall of day, they sought a place to make their
camp.

Another day dawned, and again they were on the road; the forest thinned
into park-land--the park-land gave place to a sterile bit of
chalky-coloured plain--the plain was succeeded by a thin forest--the
thin forest by a jungle--the jungle by a plain again, and still there
was no sign of living man or of men. They seemed to be the only
inhabitants living in the world. Yet the road still ran before them in
serpentine curves and long, straight stretches.

At night they rested again near a broad river. They were eking out
their meat as much as they could, and at dawn they continued their
march. At noon they saw fields of young corn, and beyond the yellow
tops a village, and when they came to it they saw natives standing
outside the gate.

"Ho, my brothers, health to ye!" cried Moto.

"Health, health to ye!" was the response.

"What country is this?"

"Manyara."

"Manyara!" cried Moto, astonished.

"Yes, a