Here it is called Kintefwetefwe; on Victoria Nyanza Titatika.
_15th January, 1870._--Choleraic purging again came on till all the water used was boiled, but I was laid up by sheer weakness near the hill Chanza.
_20th and 21st January.

1870._--Weakness and illness goes on because we get wet so often; the whole party suffers, and they say that they will never come here again.

The Manyango Rivulet has fine sweet water, but the whole country is smothered with luxuriant vegetation.
_27th, 29th, and 30th January, 1870._--Rest from sickness in camp.

The country is indescribable from rank jungle of grass, but the rounded hills are still pretty; an elephant alone can pass through it--these are his head-quarters.

The stalks are from half an inch to an inch and a half in diameter, reeds clog the feet, and the leaves rub sorely on the face and eyes: the view is generally shut in by this megatherium grass, except when we come to a slope down to a valley or the bed of a rill.
We came to a village among fine gardens of maize, bananas, ground-nuts, and cassava, but the villagers said, "Go on to next village;" and this meant, "We don't want you here." The main body of Mohamad's people was about three miles before us, but I was so weak I sat down in the next hamlet and asked for a hut to rest in.