He sent me two pots of beer, which I care not to drink except when very thirsty on a march, and promised a man to guide me to Chikumbi, and then refused.

Casembe rose in the esteem of all as Moenempanda sank, and his people were made to understand how shabbily he had behaved.
The Lulaputa is said to flow into the Luena, and that into the Luongo: there must be two Luenas.
_22nd June, 1868._--March across a grassy plain southerly to the Luongo, a deep river embowered in a dense forest of trees, all covered with lichens--some flat, others long and thready, like old men's beards, and waving in the wind, just as they do on the mangrove-swamp trees on the coast.

The Luongo here is fifty yards broad and three fathoms deep; near its junction with the Luapula it is 100 yards; it rises here to eight fathoms' depth.

A bridge of forty yards led us over to an island, and a branch of the river was ten yards beyond: the bridge had been broken, some thought on purpose, but it was soon mended with trees eighteen to twenty yards long.

We went a little way beyond, and then halted for a day at a rivulet flowing into the Luongo, 200 yards off.
_23rd June, 1868._--We waited for copper here, which was at first refused as payment of debt.