told us she had been burned to death in her hut. He
had come with all his family, and built huts around it in order to weep
for her. He thought, if the grave were left unwatched, the witches would
come and bewitch them by putting medicines on the body. They have a more
decided belief in the continued existence of departed spirits than any
of the more southerly tribes. Even the Barotse possess it in a strong
degree, for one of my men of that tribe, on experiencing headache, said,
with a sad and thoughtful countenance, "My father is scolding me because
I do not give him any of the food I eat." I asked where his father was.
"Among the Barimo," was the reply.

When we wished to move on, Kabinje refused a guide to the next village
because he was at war with it; but, after much persuasion, he consented,
provided that the guide should be allowed to return as soon as he came
in sight of the enemy's village. This we felt to be a misfortune, as the
people all suspect a man who comes telling his own tale; but there being
no help for it, we went on, and found the head man of a village on the
rivulet Kalomba, called Kangenke, a very different man from what his
enemy represented. We found, too, that the idea of buying and selling
took the place of giving for friendship. As I had nothing with which to
purchase food except a parcel of beads which were preserved for worse
times, I began to fear that we should soon be compelled to suffer more
from hunger than we had done. The people demanded gunpowder for every
thing. If we had possessed any quantity of that article, we should have
got on well, for here it is of great value. On our return, near
this spot we found a good-sized fowl was sold for a single charge of
gunpowder. Next to that, English calico was in great demand, and so were
beads; but money was of no value whatever. Gold is quite unknown; it
is thought to be brass; trade is carried on by barter alone. The people
know nothing of money. A purse-proud person would here feel the ground
move from beneath his feet. Occasionally a large piece of copper, in the
shape of a St. Andrew's cross, is offered for sale.

FEBRUARY 27TH. Kangenke promptly furnished guides this morning, so
we went briskly on a short distance, and came to a part of the Kasye,
Kasai, or Loke, where he had appointed two canoes to convey us across.
This is a most beautiful river, and very much like the Clyde in
Scotland. The slope of the valley down to the stream is