They do not give the idea of that boisterous wickedness and disregard of life which we read of in our own dark ages, but I have no one to translate, although I can understand much of what is said on common topics chiefly from knowing other dialects.
_7th May, 1866._--A camel died during the night, and the grey buffalo is in convulsions this morning.

The cruelty of these sepoys vitiates my experiment, and I quite expect many camels, one buffalo, and one mule to die yet; they sit down and smoke and eat, leaving the animals loaded in the sun.

If I am not with them, it is a constant dawdling; they are evidently unwilling to exert themselves, they cannot carry their belts and bags, and their powers of eating and vomiting are astounding.

The Makonde villages are remarkably clean, but no sooner do we pass a night in one than the fellows make it filthy.

The climate does give a sharp appetite, but these sepoys indulge it till relieved by vomiting and purging.