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itself, and crowned with a mass of red-coloured rock, 

 a landmark for miles round. This I called Mount 

 Cromwell, in honour of him whom I consider the 

 greatest of England's rulers. The following morning 

 I shot an impala ram ; this meat was a godsend, and 

 no doubt put a little strength into my wearied limbs. 



April 22nd. — Reached Inyungo, Inyoga's town. 

 This place was well known to me by name. It is 

 from here that Lobengula, king of the Amandebele, 

 receives an annual tribute of tobacco. Here I met 

 a young fellow from the Matabele country. He 

 told me that five days' hard walking would bring me 

 to Inyati. Old Inyoga is a fine-looking old Banyai, 

 but very poor, not having a single goat in his 

 possession. He told me that the Matabele took 

 everything from him. I wonder he does not retreat 

 to the farther side of the Zambesi. I tried to get a 

 guide to the Matabele from him, as the intervening 

 country is uninhabited ; but, as I could not show 

 them what I promised to pay, they would not trust 

 me, so there was nothing for it but to strike straight 

 through the country in a southerly direction. Gave 

 away my last yard of calico, buying mealie meal 

 for the road. Between the river Gweo, where I left 

 Owen, and Inyoga's town, there were a great many 

 buffaloes and black rhinoceroses. I never saw one 

 actually ; but I came across any amount of fresh 

 spoor. An elephant spoor I did not see, old or new, 

 between Inyoga's and the Zambesi. 



April 24//Z. — Left Inyoga's for the Matabele, the 

 last stage in my journey. I soon got into a mass of 

 rough, rugged, steep hills, dreadful walking tor a 

 man in my weak condition. Saw a black rhinoceros 

 cow with a small calf; but they got our wind, and 

 I did not oret a chance of a shot. 



