This was a well-beaten footpath, and soon after entering upon it we met a party of half-caste traders from Bihe, who confirmed the information we had already got of this path leading straight to Cassange, through which they had come on their way from Bihe to Cabango.

They kindly presented my men with some tobacco, and marveled greatly when they found that I had never been able to teach myself to smoke.

On parting with them we came to a trader's grave.

This was marked by a huge cone of sticks placed in the form of the roof of a hut, with a palisade around it.

At an opening on the western side an ugly idol was placed: several strings of beads and bits of cloth were hung around.