Abraham has worked hard all along, and his pay may be due from 7th April, the day we started from Kindany.
_5th June, 1866._--We slept at a village called Lamba, on the banks of the Rovuma, near a brawling torrent of 150 yards, or 200 perhaps, with many islands and rocks in it.

The country is covered with open forest, with patches of cultivation everywhere, but all dried up at present and withered, partly from drought and partly from the cold of winter.
We passed a village with good ripe sorghum cut down, and the heads or ears all laid neatly in a row, this is to get it dried in the sun, and not shaken out by the wind, by waving to and fro; besides it is also more easily watched from being plundered by birds.

The sorghum occasionally does not yield seed, and is then the _Sorghum saccharatum_, for the stalk contains abundance of sugar, and is much relished by the natives.

Now that so much has failed to yield seed, being indeed just in flower, the stalks are chewed as if sugar-cane, and the people are fat thereon; but the hungry time is in store when these stalles are all done.

They make the best provision in their power against famine by planting beans and maize in moist spots.