It has not been merely want of nice dishes, but real biting hunger and faintness.
_24th January, 1867._--Four hours through unbroken, dark forest brought us to the Movushi, which here is a sluggish stream, winding through and filling a marshy valley a mile wide.

It comes from south-east, and falls into the Chambeze, about 2' north of our encampment.

The village of Moaba is on the east side of the marshy valley of the Movuhi, and very difficult to be approached, as the water is chin-deep in several spots.

I decided to make sheds on the west side, and send over for food, which, thanks to the Providence which watches over us, we found at last in a good supply of maere and some ground-nuts; but through, all this upland region the trees yielding bark-cloth, or _nyanda_, are so abundant, that the people are all well-clothed with it, and care but little for our cloth.

Red and pink beads are in fashion, and fortunately we have red.
* * * * * [We may here add a few particulars concerning beads, which form such an important item of currency all through Africa.