The level place below is not two miles from the perpendicular.

The village (Pambete), at which we first touched the Lake, is surrounded by palm-oil trees--not the stunted ones of Lake Nyassa, but the real West Coast palm-oil tree,[51] requiring two men to carry a bunch of the ripe fruit.

In the morning and evening huge crocodiles may be observed quietly making their way to their feeding grounds; hippopotami snort by night and at early morning.
After I had been a few days here I had a fit of insensibility, which shows the power of fever without medicine.

I found myself floundering outside my hut and unable to get in; I tried to lift myself from my back by laying hold of two posts at the entrance, but when I got nearly upright I let them go, and fell back heavily on my head on a box.

The boys had seen the wretched state I was in, and hung a blanket at the entrance of the hut, that no stranger might see my helplessness; some hours elapsed before I could recognize where I was.
As for these Balungu, as they are called, they have a fear of us, they do not understand our objects, and they keep aloof.