We have hard lines ourselves; nothing but a little maere porridge and dampers.

We roast a little grain, and boil it, to make believe it is coffee.

The guide, a maundering fellow, turned because he was not fed better than at home, and because he knew that but for his obstinacy we should not have lost the dog.

It is needless to repeat that it is all forest on the northern slopes of the mountains--open glade and miles of forest; ground at present all sloppy; oozes full and overflowing--feet constantly wet.

Rivulets rush strongly with _clear_ water, though they are in flood: we can guess which are perennial and which mere torrents that dry up; they flow northwards and westwards to the Chambeze.
_17th January, 1867._--Detained in an old Babisa slaving encampment by set-in rain till noon, then set off in the midst of it.