On asking the name of a mountain on our right I got three names for it--Kaloba, Chingedi, and Kihomba, a fair specimen of the superabundance of names in this country! _1st September, 1869._--West in flat forest, then cross Kishila River, and go on to Kunde's villages.

The Katamba is a fine rivulet.

Kunde is an old man without dignity or honour: he came to beg, but offered nothing.
_2nd September, 1869._--We remained at Katamba to hunt buffaloes and rest, as I am still weak.

A young elephant was killed, and I got the heart: the Arabs do not eat it, but that part is nice if well cooked.
A Lunda slave, for whom I interceded to be freed of the yoke, ran away, and as he is near the Barna, his countrymen, he will be hidden.

He told his plan to our guide, and asked to accompany him back to Tanganyika, but he is eager to deliver him up for a reward: all are eager to press each other down in the mire into which they are already sunk.
_5th September, 1869._--Kunde's people refused the tusks of an elephant killed by our hunter, asserting that they had killed it themselves with a hoe: they have no honour here, as some have elsewhere.
_7th September, 1869._--W.