ving no evidence, and expecting to hear if our
goods were exposed for sale in the vicinity, we made no fuss about it,
and began to make new clothing. That our rifles and revolvers were left
untouched was greatly to our advantage: yet we felt it was most
humiliating for armed men to have been so thoroughly fleeced by a few
black rascals.

Some of the best fisheries appear to be private property. We found
shelter from a storm one morning in a spacious lagoon, which communicated
with the lake by a narrow passage. Across this strait stakes were driven
in, leaving only spaces for the basket fish-traps. A score of men were
busily engaged in taking out the fish. We tried to purchase some, but
they refused to sell. The fish did not belong to them, they would send
for the proprietor of the place. The proprietor arrived in a short time,
and readily sold what we wanted.

Some of the burying-grounds are very well arranged, and well cared for;
this was noticed at Chitanda, and more particularly at a village on the
southern shore of the fine harbour at Cape Maclear. Wide and neat paths
were made in the burying-ground on its eastern and southern sides. A
grand old fig-tree stood at the north-east corner, and its wide-spreading
branches threw their kindly shade over the last resting-place of the
dead. Several other magnificent trees grew around the hallowed spot.
Mounds were raised as they are at home, but all lay north and south, the
heads apparently north. The graves of the sexes were distinguished by
the various implements which the buried dead had used in their different
employments during life; but they were all broken, as if to be employed
no more. A piece of fishing-net and a broken paddle told where a
fisherman lay. The graves of the women had the wooden mortar, and the
heavy pestle used in pounding the corn, and the basket in which the meal
is sifted, while all had numerous broken calabashes and pots arranged
around them. The idea that the future life is like the present does not
appear to prevail; yet a banana-tree had been carefully planted at the
head of several of the graves; the fruit might be considered an offering
to those who still possess human tastes. The people of the neighbouring
villages were friendly and obliging, and willingly brought us food for
sale.

Pursuing our exploration, we found that the northern part of the lake was
the abode of lawlessness and bloodshed. The Mazite, or Mazitu, live o