Not understanding camels, I had to trust to the sepoys who overloaded them, and before we had accomplished our march of about seven miles they were knocked up.
_8th April, 1866._--We spent the Sunday at a village called Nyangedi.
Here on the evening of the 7th April our buffaloes and camels were first bitten by the tsetse fly.[5] We had passed through some pieces of dense jungle which, though they offered no obstruction to foot-passengers, but rather an agreeable shade, had to be cut for the tall camels, and fortunately we found the Makonde of this village glad to engage themselves by the day either as woodcutters or carriers.

We had left many things with the jemidar from an idea that no carriers could be procured.

I lightened the camels, and had a party of woodcutters to heighten and widen the path in the dense jungle into which we now penetrated.

Every now and then we emerged on open spaces, where the Makonde have cleared gardens for sorghum, maize, and cassava.

The people were very much more taken up with the camels and buffaloes than with me.