They are all armed with Portuguese guns, and have cartridges with iron balls.

When we meet we usually stand a few minutes.
They present a little salt, and we give a bit of ox-hide, or some other trifle, and then part with mutual good wishes.

The hide of the oxen we slaughtered had been a valuable addition to our resources, for we found it in so great repute for girdles all through Loanda that we cut up every skin into strips about two inches broad, and sold them for meal and manioc as we went along.

As we came nearer Angola we found them of less value, as the people there possess cattle themselves.
The village on the Kweelo, at which we spent Sunday, was that of a civil, lively old man, called Sakandala, who offered no objections to our progress.

We found we should soon enter on the territory of the Bashinje (Chinge of the Portuguese), who are mixed with another tribe, named Bangala, which have been at war with the Babindele or Portuguese.
Rains and fever, as usual, helped to impede our progress until we were put on the path which leads from Cassange and Bihe to Matiamvo, by a head man named Kamboela.