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last week. By means of the rope we crossed several 

 men who pulled over our own sound rope and strung 

 it between two trees. I crossed — up to my armpits, 

 and holding very fast — and took charge of the farther 

 end. The moment I entered the water the men set 

 up a weird minor chant to the effect: 



"The bwana is entering the water; the bwana is in the 

 water; the bwana is nearly across; the bwana is out of 

 the water.'' 

 They tightened the rope by song also : 

 Headman (sings): "Ka-lam-bay! Men Huh!'' 

 Headman : ^ ' Ka-lam-bay ! Men Huh ! ' ' 

 Headman: "Kalambay 00 chak a la fa! Men Hu-a- 

 a-y!" 



The pull comes only at the hu-a-a-y, but it is a good 

 one. On the cable we strung a snatch block and a 

 hght line, and thus pulled all the loads across. This 

 took us all afternoon so the donkeys we left until to- 

 morrow. To cross seventy loads one at a time is some 

 cazi, for each has to be slung separately. At dark we 

 changed our wet clothes and enjoyed dinner! 



Seven hours; 19 miles; elevation, 4,100; 5:00 a. m., 

 58; noon (?); 8:30 p. m., 60. 



July 13. — Leaving Cuninghame to rig the tackle, I 

 took a three-hour jaunt downstream to get meat. The 

 little strip between the escarpment and the river is 

 only a few hundred yards to half a mile wide, but is 

 diversified with brush, trees, and grass country. Saw 



