Our next stage was at Monangongo's.

A small present of a few strings of beads satisfies, but is not asked: I give it invariably as acknowledgment for lodgings.

The headman of our next stage hid himself in fear, as we were near to the scene of Bin Juma's unprovoked slaughter of five men, for tusks that were not stolen, but thrown down.

Our path lay through dense forest, and again, on 5th, our march was in the same dense jungle of lofty trees and vegetation that touch our arms on each side.

We came to some villages among beautiful tree-covered hills, called Basilange or Mobasilange.