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tipple. Notwithstanding, being so incoherent in my ideas while March, 

 alone, yet whenever my servant came to me I managed to pull 1874. 

 myself together and talk to him somewhat sensibly, although 

 feeling decidedly dazed. When I began to recover, we moved 

 again, and camped at Kas Kebwe. 



My boats' crews were not a plucky order of men, for a thun- 

 der-storm and a little squall so frightened them in the morning 

 that they refused to stir till it had passed off, when an hour's 

 j)ulling brought us to Machachezi, a deep inlet. 



The pilots now showed the white feather, and made me camp 

 Ijecause they would not pass Kas Kabogo — where a devil and 

 his wife were supposed to reside — until the next day ; and the 

 men, being equally superstitious, believed every word of this 

 story. 



Here three small canoes of "Wajiji going south to exchange 

 goats for slaves joined us ; and when I found that Regwe's fa- 

 ther was of the party, I arrived at the conclusion that family 

 affection, as w^ell as superstition, might have had something to 

 do with our stopping. 



Ras Kabogo was passed on the following day, without either 

 the he or she devil being visible ; but the pilots stood together 

 in the bow of the canoe to make an offering to these evil spirits. 

 One held out a paddle, on the blade of wliich a few common 

 beads had been placed, and both said together, as nearly as it 

 can be translated, " You big man, you big devil, you great king, 

 you take all men, you kill all men, you now let us go all right ;" 

 and, after a little bowing and gesticulation, the beads were 

 dropped into the water, and the dreaded devil propitiated. 



There is a kind of double cape at this place, one being the 

 supposed residence of the male devil, and the other that of his 

 wife, and the spot is therefore believed to be doubly dangerous. 



Having rounded Ras Kabogo, we skirted a large bay lying 

 between it and Ras Kungw^, the southernmost point visible 

 from Kawele, then passed along the base of fine bold hills slop- 

 ing down to the water, and put up for the night in a splendid 

 little harbor into which two rivers fell. 



I now began to regain my appetite, and directed Sambo to 

 kill and cook a fowl, when, to my astonishment, I found there 

 was not one in the boat, although I had given him beads and 



