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municated my ideas to Mr. Young, and asked him to 

 let me have some cloth and beads to barter for pro- 

 visions with the natives, as well as to pay porters 

 from village to village. In reply, he told me that he 

 meant to spend the night at Maramia's, and he would 

 see what could be spared when he arrived there. 



Taking two of the Makololos, I got out of the boat, 

 and as it was early in the day, started to walk to 

 Maramia's, hoping to get a shot on the way. The 

 country on the west bank of the river seemed a vast 

 plain as far as the eye could reach, but as it was a 

 hazy day, I could not see far enough to be certain of 

 its features beyond four miles. We passed through 

 several patches of forest during the walk, and in each 

 of these herds of pallah and bushbock were started 

 from their mid-day slumbers ; but as I had a long 

 walk before me, I determined that nothing but buffalo 

 or elephants should tempt me to delay. Besides, game 

 is so plentiful all through this part of the country, that 

 I felt certain I should have no difficulty in getting a 

 shot towards evening, when near my destination. As 

 I walked at a brisk pace over plain and through 

 forest, I saw many tracks of buffalo and some ele- 

 phant spoor, shewing that these animals had been 

 down to the river during the previous night, but had 

 gone into some remote and in all probability secluded 

 jungles for the day. Several natives whom I met 

 told me that the "jovo " drank at the river every 

 night, driving away the buffalo, who were always 

 there earlier. Sometimes they would go away early 

 during the night, but at other times they would 

 stay till morning, when they might be often seen 



