At one part, where the tortuous river was flooded, they were five hours in the water, and a man in a small canoe went before them sounding for places not too deep for them, breast and chin deep, and Hassani fell and hurt himself sorely in a hole.

The people have goats and sheep, and love them as they do children.
[Fairly baffled by the difficulties in his way, and sorely troubled by the demoralised state of his men, who appear not to have been proof against the contaminating presence of the Arabs, the Doctor turns back at this point.] _6th July, 1870._--Back to Mamohela, and welcomed by the Arabs, who all approved of my turning back.

Katomba presented abundant provisions for all the way to Bambarre.

Before we reached this, Mohamad made a forced march, and Moene-mokaia's people came out drunk: the Arabs assaulted them, and they ran off.
_23rd July, 1870._--The sores on my feet now laid me up as irritable-eating ulcers.

If the foot were put to the ground, a discharge of bloody ichor flowed, and the same discharge happened every night with considerable pain, that prevented sleep: the wailing of the slaves tortured with these sores is one of the night sounds of a slave-camp: they eat through everything--muscle, tendon, and bone, and often lame permanently if they do not kill the poor things.