The grass and mud are grievous, but my men lift me over the waters.
_21st February, 1871._--Arrived at Monandewa's village, situated on a high ridge between two deep and difficult gullies.

These people are obliging and kind: the chief's wife made a fire for me in the evening unbidden.
_22nd February, 1871._--On N.W.to a high hill called Chibande a Yunde, with a spring of white water at the village on the top.

Famine from some unknown cause here, but the people are cultivating now on the plain below with a will.
_23rd February, 1871._--On to two large villages with many banana plants around, but the men said they were in fear of the traders, and shifted their villages to avoid them: we then went on to the village Kahombogola, with a feeble old man as chief.

The country is beautiful and undulating: light-green grass covers it all, save at the brooks, where the eye is relieved by the dark-green lines of trees.

Grass tears the hands and wets the extremities constantly.