The grass itself rubs on the face and eyes disagreeably: when it is burned off and greensward covers the soil it is much more pleasant walking.
24th _April, 1868._--We leave Chikosi's ruins and make for the ford of the Kalungosi.

Marigolds are in full bloom all over the forest, and so are foxgloves.

The river is here fully 100 yards broad with 300 yards of flood on its western bank; so deep we had to remain in the canoes till within 50 yards of the higher ground.

The people here chew the pith of the papyrus, which is three inches in diameter and as white as snow: it has very little sweetness or anything else in it.

The headman of the village to which we went was out cutting wood for a garden, and his wife refused us a hut, but when Kansabala came in the evening he scolded his own spouse roundly and all the wives of the village, and then pressed me to come indoors, but I was well enough in my mosquito curtain without, and declined: I was free from insects and vermin, and few huts are so.
_25th April, 1868._--Off early west, and then on to an elevated forest land, in which our course was S.S.W.to the great bend of the rivulet Kifurwa, which enters Moero near to the mouth of the Kalungosi.
_26th April, 1868._--Here we spent Sunday in our former woodcutters' huts.