We had then a long round of visits to make to the different families of the natives, since they were all encamped on the eastern or opposite side of the Rufus.
The first huts to which we went happened to be that of our friend Nadbuck, and he introduced us, as Camboli had done, to his wives and children, of whom the old gentleman was very proud.

We then visited eleven other huts in succession, after which we returned to the place where the canoe had been left, with twelve patriarchs, to whom Mr.Eyre (wisely selecting the oldest) intended making some presents.

We were again ferried across the Rufus, the current setting strong into Lake Victoria at the time, and had well nigh gone down in our frail bark, to the infinite amusement of our Charon.

We had just time, however, to reach the bank and to get out of her when she went down.
It was at this particular spot that the natives sustained so severe a loss when Pulcanti was taken.

They got between two fires, that of Mr.
Robinson's party of overlanders, with whom they had been fighting for three days; and a party of police who, providentially for Mr.Robinson, came up just in time to save him from being overwhelmed by numbers.
Astonished at finding themselves taken in flank, the blacks threw themselves into the Rufus, and some effected their escape, but about forty fell, whose grave we passed on our way back to the camp.
The natives who accompanied us pointed out the mound to Mr.Eyre and myself as we walked along, and informed us that thirty of their relatives laid underneath; but they did not seem to entertain any feelings of revenge for the loss they had sustained.
On the morrow, my worthy friend left me, on his return to Moorundi, together with Kenny and Tenbury, and a young native of the Rufus.