he women drew water, for his dwelling-place. Pretty little
lizards, with light blue and red tails, run among the rocks, catching
flies and other insects. These harmless--though to new-comers
repulsive--creatures sometimes perform good service to man, by eating
great numbers of the destructive white ants.

At noon on the 24th October, we found Sequasha in a village below the
Kafue, with the main body of his people. He said that 210 elephants had
been killed during his trip; many of his men being excellent hunters. The
numbers of animals we saw renders this possible. He reported that, after
reaching the Kafue, he went northwards into the country of the Zulus,
whose ancestors formerly migrated from the south and set up a sort of
Republican form of government. Sequasha is the greatest Portuguese
traveller we ever became acquainted with, and he boasts that he is able
to speak a dozen different dialects; yet, unfortunately, he can give but
a very meagre account of the countries and people he has seen, and his
statements are not very much to be relied on. But considering the
influence among which he has been reared, and the want of the means of
education at Tette, it is a wonder that he possesses the good traits that
he sometimes exhibits. Among his wares were several cheap American
clocks; a useless investment rather, for a part of Africa where no one
cares for the artificial measurement of time. These clocks got him into
trouble among the Banyai: he set them all agoing in the presence of a
chief, who became frightened at the strange sounds they made, and looked
upon them as so many witchcraft agencies at work to bring all manner of
evils upon himself and his people. Sequasha, it was decided, had been
guilty of a milando, or crime, and he had to pay a heavy fine of cloth
and beads for his exhibition. He alluded to our having heard that he had
killed Mpangwe, and he denied having actually done so; but in his absence
his name had got mixed up in the affair, in consequence of his slaves,
while drinking beer one night with Namakusuru, the man who succeeded
Mpangwe, saying that they would kill the chief for him. His partner had
not thought of this when we saw him on the way up, for he tried to excuse
the murder, by saying that now they had put the right man into the
chieftainship.

After three hours' sail, on the morning of the 29th, the river was
narrowed again by the mountains of Mburuma, called Karivua, into one
ch