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hands by clapping mine out of time. This lasted too 

 long, as I was anxious to turn in, but a heavy 

 storm of wind and rain soon broke up the party. At 

 11 A.M. the following morning I left Chimbazo, and 

 was much struck with the regret exhibited by the 

 natives at my departure. The river under the south 

 end of Morumballa is excessively pretty, winding 

 amongst the spurs of the mountain in the most won- 

 derful way. 



At the request of a large party of natives I landed 

 at the village of Cassenga,and nothing could exceed 

 the civility with which that chief (who was a leper, 

 without hands or feet) received me. I was no sooner 

 in the village than I was surrounded by about two 

 hundred men, women, and children, all eager to hear 

 where I had been, and what I had seen. They said 

 they had asked Mr. Young to come ashore as he passed, 

 but he had taken no notice of their invitation. Pombe, 

 flour, eggs, &c., were presented, or brought for sale. 

 Having thoroughly enjoyed an hour with these people, 

 we left, and literally flew down the river, with a fa- 

 vourable wind and current, till we ran into the Zam- 

 besi at 4.30 P.M., and bivouacked for the night on the 

 eastern bank, where the mosquitoes did not annoy us. 



As I was anxious to reach Shupanga with all haste, 

 in order to have some shooting there, the next dawn 

 saw us under weigh. We passed several Portuguese re- 

 sidences as we went down the river. One Jose came 

 down to see me, and sat a long time in the boat. He 

 was a most intelligent man, and took great interest in 

 my maps and charts. He said he had known Living- 

 stone at Kebra-bassa Falls on the Zambesi, and, like all 



