A troop of monkeys, on the edge of the forest, scamper back to its depths on hearing the loud song of Singeleka, and old surly fellows, catching sight of the human party, insult it with a loud and angry bark.

Early in the afternoon we may see buffaloes again, or other animals.

We camp on the dry higher ground, after, as has happened, driving off a solitary elephant.

The nights are warmer now, and possess nearly as much of interest and novelty as the days.

A new world awakes and comes forth, more numerous, if we may judge by the noise it makes, than that which is abroad by sunlight.