The Kafue reminds us a little of the Shire, flowing between steep banks, with fertile land on both sides.

It is a smaller river, and has less current.
Here it seems to come from the west.

The headman of the village, near which we encamped, brought a present of meal, fowls, and sweet potatoes.
They have both the red and white varieties of this potato.

We have, on several occasions during this journey, felt the want of vegetables, in a disagreeable craving which our diet of meat and native meal could not satisfy.

It became worse and worse till we got a meal of potatoes, which allayed it at once.