We marched up the wet margin of swamp all day, crossing the water at a fork near the end.

The same jungle prevails on all sides, excluding all view; and the only signs of man's existence in these wilds lay in the meagre path, which is often lost, and an occasional hut or two, the temporary residence of the sporting Kidi people.
After toiling five miles through the same terrible grasses, and crossing swamp after swamp, we were at last rewarded by a striking view.

The jungles had thinned; we found ourselves unexpectedly standing on the edge of a plateau, on the west of which, for distance interminable, lay apparently a low flat country of grass, yellowed by the sun, with a few trees or shrubs only thinly scattered over the surface; while, from fifteen to twenty miles in the rear, bearing south by west, stood conspicuously the hill of Kisuga, said to be situated in Chopi, not far from the refractory brothers.

But this view was only for the moment; again we dived into the grasses and forced our way along.

Presently elephants were seen, also buffalo; and the guide, to make the journey propitious, plucked a twig, denuded it of its leaves and branches, waved it like a wand up the line of march, muttered some unintelligible words to himself, broke it in twain, and threw the separated bits on either side of the path.
Immediately after starting, the guide ran up on an ant-hill and pointed out to us all the glories of the country round.