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pretty thing which he might have. This explanation Livingstone, 

 of course, had to accept, though he knew it to be a falsehood. 

 He remained three weeks, and on taking leave Chitapangwa gave 

 him a brass knife with ivory sheath, and sent some of his men 

 to accompany him and show the way to Lake Tanganika, which 

 was nearly two hundred miles distant. 



ARRIVAL AT LAKE TAXGANIKA. 



THE country was somewhat more open on the route north than 

 that which Livingstone had passed through to reach Chitapangwa' s 

 village, but food continued scarce. At Moamba, a village about 

 twenty miles north of Chitapangwa' s, and ruled over by that 

 chief's brother, Livingstone was well received and provided with 

 meat and guides, much to his surprise, for it had been repre- 

 sented that here he would meet with hostility. Upon leaving this 

 place food again became scarce, and to add to his troubles he was 

 attacked with fever. Wearied, sick and hungry, he still con- 

 tinued his journey, sustained wholly by his wonderful will power ; 

 and on March 31st he came in sight of Lake Tanganika. So 

 mountainous are its shores, that from the point where he first 

 observed the lake he had to descend two thousand feet before 

 reaching the level of the water. It seemed about twenty miles 

 broad, and in the view of thirty miles northward he could see 

 four different rivers pouring their waters into it. After a fort- 

 night's stay on the lake Livingstone writes of it as follows: 

 " Its peacefulness is remarkable, though at times it is said to be 

 lashed up by storms. It lies in a deep basin, whose sides are 

 nearly perpendicular, but covered well with trees ; the rocks 

 which appear are bright-red argillaceous schist ; the trees at 

 present all green ; down some of these rocks come beautiful cas- 

 cades, and buffaloes, elephants, and antelopes wander and graze 

 on the more level spots, while lions roar by night. The level 

 place below is not two miles from the perpendicular. The village 

 (Pambete), at which we first touched the lake, is surrounded by 

 palm-oil-trees not the stunted ones of Lake Nyassa, but the 

 real West Coast palm-oil-tree, requiring two men to carry a bunch 

 of the ripe fruit. In the morning and evening huge crocodiles 



