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England. I was sorry to part with this good, plucky, 

 and faithful fellow. When going away I gave him a 

 revolver (which he had always admired, and could use 

 well), as a token of the regard I had for him, and with 

 it live hundred rounds of ammunition, and nothing 

 could exceed his gratitude. This good " savage" left 

 me crying like a child. 



Massahar and the fine Masiko (brothers, and both 

 over six feet one) now volunteered to accompany me 

 on my projected trip as far as Mankokwe's, but said 

 they should return from thence, as the time for sowing 

 their corn had come. Accordingly next morning, 

 at 8 A.M., I started once more for the Moanza, accom- 

 panied by them, Chinsoro, and ten men, leaving An- 

 tonio and one of the Shupanga men to bring the boat 

 down to Mankokwe's, where I arranged to meet them, 

 the other Shupanga man (Mankokwe, but no relation 

 to the Manganja chief) being permitted, at his own 

 request, to come with my party. 



Having marched about half-wa}^ to the river, I 

 stopped to load the guns, and while thus engaged 

 elephants were heard in the forest not far from where 

 we stood. A beam of joy lighted up the swarthy 

 faces round me, and having made the porters sit down, 

 I, with the two Makololos and Chinsoro, made tracks 

 for the herd. The jungle proved a dense mass of 

 underwood about twenty feet high, with only a few 

 scattered trees, and in some places almost impene- 

 trable — not exactly the kind of place I prefer meet- 

 ing the lords of the forest in. I soon found the fresh 

 spoor, and after an hour's tracking, came up with a 

 large herd as they were moving quietly along. 



