The men are very timid--no wonder, the Arab slaves do as they choose with them.

The women burst out through, the stockade in terror when my men broke into a chorus as they were pitching my tent.

Cold, cloudy, and drizzling.
Much cultivation far from the stockades.
The sponges here are now full and overflowing, from the continuous and heavy rains.

Crops of mileza, maize, cassava, dura, tobacco, beans, ground-nuts, are growing finely.

A border is made round each patch, manured by burning the hedge, and castor-oil plants, pumpkins, calabashes, are planted in it to spread out over the grass.
_7th January, 1873._--A cold rainy day keeps us in a poor village very unwillingly.