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March, US during the whole time we had been at Bagamoyo, but now 

 ^^"^^^ came to make their salaams to the big man, and assure him of 

 their loyalty and non-participation in the slave-trade. Sir Bar- 

 tie remained the entire day at Bagamoyo, but his staff went to 

 the Kingani to try their hands at the hippopotami, with which 

 the river swarmed. 



Another volunteer came to us in the Daj}k7ie, Kobert Moffat 

 — a grandson of Dr. Moffat, and nephew of Dr. Livingstone — 

 who, hearing of the expedition, had sold a sugar plantation at 

 Natal, which formed his sole inheritance, and hastened to Zan- 

 zibar, prepared to devote all his energies and every penny he 

 possessed to the cause of African exploration. 



It may perhaps be well to mention that Zanzibar is not alone 

 the town or even the island commonly so called, but is the cor- 

 rect term for the whole of the sultan's dominions, meaning 

 " the coast of the blacks." Unguja is the native name for the 

 town of Zanzibar. 



I took advantage of Moffat's having joined to proceed at 

 once with Dillon to Kehenneko, leaving Moffat and Murphy to 

 bring up the rear division of the caravan, as this course would 

 allow the latter time to recover, and give the former a chance 

 of completing his kit. And having — with the assistance of 

 Moffat, who proved M'illing and hard-working — mustered all 

 the men I possibly could, we loaded them and the donkeys, and 

 started for Kikoka. 



From having unwisely worn slippers while walking in the 

 long grass near our camp, my feet had been cut and poisoned, 

 and were now covered with small sores which prevented my 

 putting on boots or moving about with any degree of comfort ; 

 so I mounted a donkey, and led the way. 



At the outset we marched over grassy country, and all went 

 merry as a marriage - bell until we reached Stanley's famous 

 bridge across a muddy creek. 



This my donkey, " Jenny Lind," refused to face, and, on my 

 getting off to lead her, broke away and bolted back to Shamba 

 Gonera, leaving me to wade across this place with bare feet, 

 and to struggle along through black and sticky mud for the re- 

 mainder of the journey to tlie Kingani, This caused the sore 

 places on my feet to become so much inflamed that I could not 



