I asked him to go on with us to Mironga, it being important, as above-mentioned, to have the like of his kind in our company, and he consented.

We saw Mount Ngala in the distance, like a large sugar-loaf shot up in the air: in our former route to Kasungu we passed north of it.
_16th October, 1866._--Crossed the rivulet Chikuyo going N.for the Lake, and Mironga being but one-and-a-half hour off, we went on to Chipanga: this is the proper name of what on the Zambesi is corrupted into Shupanga.

The headman, a miserable hemp-consuming[31] leper, fled from us.

We were offered a miserable hut, which we refused, Chikala meanwhile went through the whole village seeking a better, which we ultimately found: it was not in this chief to be generous, though Chikala did what he could in trying to indoctrinate him: when I gave him a present he immediately proposed to _sell_ a goat! We get on pretty well however.
Zomha is in a range of hills to our west, called Zala nyama.

The Portuguese, in going to Casembe, went still further west than this.
Passing on we came to a smithy, and watched the founder at work drawing off slag from the bottom of his furnace.