They are very retentive of life.
The northern shore has a fine sweep like an unbent bow, and round the western end flows the water that makes the river Lualaba, which, before it enters Moero, is the Luapula, and that again (if the most intelligent reports speak true) is the Chambeze before it enters Lake Bemba, or Bangweolo.
We came along the north shore till we reached the eastern flanking range, then ascended and turned south, the people very suspicious, shutting their gates as we drew near.

We were alone, and only nine persons in all, but they must have had reason for fear.

One headman refused us admission, then sent after us, saying that the man who had refused admission was not the chief: he had come from a distance, and had just arrived.

It being better to appear friendly than otherwise, we went back, and were well entertained.

Provisions were given when we went away.