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LEGEND OF LAKE DILOLO. 



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from one of tliem I lieard tlie following story or legend of 

 Lake Dilolo, whicli well merits being related here as I re- 

 ceived it : 



" Once upon a time, where Lake Dilolo now is, stood a large 

 and prosperous village. The inhabitants were all rich and well- 

 to-do, possessing large flocks of goats, many fowls and pigs, and 

 plantations of corn and cassava far exceeding any thing that 

 is now granted to mortals. They passed th^ir time merrily in 

 eating and drinking, and never thought of the morrow. 



August, 

 1875. 





GAME TRAPS. 



" One day an old and decrepit man came into this happy vil- 

 lage, and asked the inhabitants to take pity on him, as he was 

 tired and hungry, and had a long journey to travel. 



" ]^o one took any notice of his requests ; but he was, instead, 

 pursued with scoffs and jeers, and the children were encouraged 

 to throw dirt and mud at the unfortunate beggar, and drive him 

 out of the place. 



"Hungry and foot -sore, he was going on his way, when a 

 man, more charitable than his neighbors, accosted him and 

 asked what he wanted. He said all he wanted was a drink of 

 water, a little food, and somewhere to rest his weary head. The 

 man took him into his hut, gave him water to drink, killed a 

 goat, and soon set a plentiful mess of meat and porridge be- 



