there were no tsetse. The existence of the insect now shows
that it may return in company with the larger game. The vegetation along
the bank was exceedingly rank, and the bushes so tangled that it was
difficult to get on. The paths had been made by the wild animals alone,
for the general pathway of the people is the river, in their canoes. We
usually followed the footpaths of the game, and of these there was no
lack. Buffaloes, zebras, pallahs, and waterbucks abound, and there is
also a great abundance of wild pigs, koodoos, and the black antelope.
We got one buffalo as he was rolling himself in a pool of mud. He had a
large piece of skin torn off his flank, it was believed by an alligator.

We were struck by the fact that, as soon as we came between the ranges
of hills which flank the Zambesi, the rains felt warm. At sunrise the
thermometer stood at from 82 Deg. to 86 Deg.; at midday, in the coolest
shade, namely, in my little tent, under a shady tree, at 96 Deg. to 98
Deg.; and at sunset it was 86 Deg. This is different from any thing
we experienced in the interior, for these rains always bring down the
mercury to 72 Deg. or even 68 Deg. There, too, we found a small black
coleopterous insect, which stung like the mosquito, but injected less
poison; it puts us in mind of that insect, which does not exist in the
high lands we had left.

JANUARY 6TH, 1856. Each village we passed furnished us with a couple of
men to take us on to the next. They were useful in showing us the parts
least covered with jungle. When we came near a village, we saw men,
women, and children employed in weeding their gardens, they being great
agriculturists. Most of the men are muscular, and have large plowman
hands. Their color is the same admixture, from very dark to light olive,
that we saw in Londa. Though all have thick lips and flat noses, only
the more degraded of the population possess the ugly negro physiognomy.
They mark themselves by a line of little raised cicatrices, each of
which is a quarter of an inch long; they extend from the tip of the nose
to the root of the hair on the forehead. It is remarkable that I never
met with an Albino in crossing Africa, though, from accounts published
by the Portuguese, I was led to expect that they were held in favor as
doctors by certain chiefs. I saw several in the south: one at Kuruman
is a full-grown woman, and a man having this peculiarity of skin was met
with in the colony. Their bodies are a