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too young to keep pace with its mother, who had been 

 friglitened away. However, on bringing it into camp, 

 all agreed that it was too young to rear. The ever- 

 hungry Chippootoola did not see why he should not 

 have it to eat, at the same time turning up his nose at 

 the elephant meat, which he said was " no good ;" but 

 in half an hour it was set free in its native jungle by 

 Chinsoro, and doubtless soon found its mother. 



I now thought it advisable to return to Chibisa with 

 the ivory, &c. — and accordingly next morning left the 

 Moanza by moonlight, followed by my own men and 

 all the villagers with their loads of meat. A march 

 of fifteen miles brought us to the village of Massa- 

 har (one of the Makololos), at Chibisa, about 9.30 a.m. 

 There I heard that Mr. Young was still at Matiti, 

 where he had been engaged repairing the graves of 

 the missionaries, after the completion of the rebuilding 

 of the boat. Massahar's village being only about six 

 miles from Matiti, I immediately despatched a messen- 

 ger with a letter announcing my arrival and success. 

 About two o'clock the Searcli was reported coming 

 down the river, and in a few minutes she came along- 

 side the steep bank under the village — all on board, 

 I was glad to learn, being in good health. 



Mr. Young having informed me that he was going to 

 stay a day or two at the Ruo (river), for the purpose 

 of repairing the grave of Bishop Mackenzie, and that 

 he would afterwards have to go up to Senna, I de- 

 termined to shoot the country down to Maukokwe's, 

 knowing it to be good elephant ground. At my re- 

 quest Mr. Young left me the whale boat I had taken 

 up the river, so that I might have it to carry any 



