Barometer, 3983 feet ditto.

We get a little maere here, and prefer it to being drenched and our goods spoiled.

We have neither sugar nor salt, so there are no soluble goods; but cloth and gunpowder get damaged easily.

It is hard fare and scanty; I feel always hungry, and am constantly dreaming of better food when I should be sleeping.

Savoury viands of former times come vividly up before the imagination, even in my waking hours; this is rather odd as I am not a dreamer; indeed I scarcely ever dream but when I am going to be ill or actually so.[43] We are on the northern brim (or north-western rather) of the great Loangwa Valley we lately crossed: the rain coming from the east strikes it, and is deposited both above and below, while much of the valley itself is not yet well wetted.