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after my return we sailed. As the wind was ahead, 

 we had a slow, beating run, reaching a village called 

 Pambemba, in another sheltered bay, at 4.30 p.m. This 

 village is nearly opposite Boazuru Island. Crowds 

 immediately came to see us, but none showed any 

 signs of fear. All were civil, and brought us rice, 

 fowls, Indian corn, and pombe for sale. Though we 

 ourselves appeared to be nothing new to the people, 

 it was not so with our boat and arms, about which 

 they exhibited the usual amount of curiosity and 

 surprise. The cornopean, too, was a great source of 

 amusement to the astonished natives. The chief soon 

 came to us, and told us that he had seen a white 

 man about a year ago at Mapoonda, where he had 

 been staying on a visit with that chief He was un- 

 able, however, to give us much information about him. 

 He stated, in answer to my inquiries, that there was 

 plenty of game in these parts, including elephants, 

 buffalo, and antelope. On receiving this infor- 

 mation, I got the guns ready, and taking Moloka 

 and a guide provided by the chief, started for the 

 jungles in rear of the village. As we went along, my 

 guide informed me that the elephant ground was a 

 long way off, and that it was too late now to go 

 there, but that he thoudit he could show me some 

 ngoma, which the natives call the koodoo (strejmuras 

 kudu), before dark. After crossing, in rear of the vil- 

 lage, about half a mile of ground, which was cultivated 

 with Indian corn and cotton, we entered a stunted 

 forest, where the footprints of different kinds of ante- 

 lope were to be seen almost at every step, showing an 

 abundance of those animals. Prominent amongst 



