I have a constant singing in the ears, and can scarcely hear the loud tick of the chronometers.

The appetite is good, but we have no proper food, chiefly maere meal or beans, or mapemba or ground-nuts, rarely a fowl.
The country is full of hopo-hedges, but the animals are harassed, and we never see them.
_11th March, 1867._ .-- Detained by a set-in rain.

Marks on masses of dolomite elicited the information that a party of Londa smiths came once to this smelting ground and erected their works here.

We saw an old iron furnace, and masses of haematite, which seems to have been the ore universally used.
_12th March, 1867._--Rain held us back for some time, but we soon reached Chibue, a stockaded village.

Like them all, it is situated by a stream, with a dense clump of trees on the waterside of some species of mangrove.