In going on a swarm of bees attacked a donkey Mr.Stanley bought for me, and instead of galloping off, as did the other, the fool of a beast rolled down, and over and over.

I did the same, then ran, dashed into a bush like an ostrich pursued, then ran whisking a bush round my head.

They gave me a sore head and face, before I got rid of the angry insects: I never saw men attacked before: the donkey was completely knocked up by the stings on head, face, and lips, and died in two days, in consequence.

We slept in the stockade of Misonghi.
_28th January, 1872._--We crossed the river and then away E.to near a hill.

Crossed two rivers, broad and marshy, and deep with elephants plunging.