We made very short marches, for the sun is very powerful, and the soil baked hard, is sore on the feet: no want of water, however, is felt, for we come to supplies every mile or two.
The people look very poor, having few or no beads; the ornaments being lines and cuttings on the skin.

They trust more to buaze than cotton.
I noticed but two cotton patches.

The women are decidedly plain; but monopolize all the buaze cloth.

Theresa was excessively liberal, and having informed us that Zomba lived some distance up the range and was not the principal man in these parts, we, to avoid climbing the hills, turned away to the north, in the direction of the paramount chief, Chisumpi, whom we found to be only traditionally great.
_20th October, 1866._--In passing along we came to a village embowered in fine trees; the headman is Kaveta, a really fine specimen of the Kanthunda, tall, well-made, with a fine forehead and Assyrian nose.

He proposed to us to remain over night with him, and I unluckily declined.
Convoying us out a mile, we parted with this gentleman, and then came to a smith's village, where the same invitation was given and refused.
A sort of infatuation drove us on, and after a long hot march we found the great Chisumpi, the facsimile in black of Sir Colin Campbell; his nose, mouth, and the numerous wrinkles on his face were identical with those of the great General, but here all resemblance ceased.