A chill from bathing on the 25th in cold water gave me a slight attack.
_1st May, 1872._--Unyanyembe: bought a cow for 11 dotis of merikano (and 2 kanike for calf), she gives milk, and this makes me independent.
Headman of the Baganda from whom I bought it said, "I go off to pray." He has been taught by Arabs, and is the first proselyte they have gained.

Baker thinks that the first want of Africans is to teach them to _want_.

Interesting, seeing he was bored almost to death by Kamrasi wanting everything he had.
Bought three more cows and calves for milk, they give good quantity enough for me and mine, and are small shorthorns: one has a hump--two black with white spots and one white--one black with white face: the Baganda were well pleased with the prices given, and so am I.Finished a letter for the _New York Herald,_ trying to enlist American zeal to stop the East Coast slave-trade: I pray for a blessing on it from the All-Gracious.

[Through a coincidence a singular interest attaches to this entry.

The concluding words of the letter he refers to are as follows:--] "All I can add in my loneliness is, may Heaven's rich blessing come down on everyone, American, English, or Turk, who will help to heal the open sore of the world." [It was felt that nothing could more palpably represent the man, and this quotation has consequently been inscribed upon the tablet erected to his memory near his grave in Westminster Abbey.