We rested for breakfast opposite the Kakolole dyke, which confines the channel, west of the Manyerere mountain.

A rogue monkey, the largest by far that we ever saw, and very fat and tame, walked off leisurely from a garden as we approached.

The monkey is a sacred animal in this region, and is never molested or killed, because the people believe devoutly that the souls of their ancestors now occupy these degraded forms, and anticipate that they themselves must, sooner or later, be transformed in like manner; a future as cheerless for the black as the spirit-rapper's heaven is for the whites.

The gardens are separated from each other by a single row of small stones, a few handfuls of grass, or a slight furrow made by the hoe.

Some are enclosed by a reed fence of the flimsiest construction, yet sufficient to keep out the ever wary hippopotamus, who dreads a trap.