158 TEADITION OF DILOLO. 



Livingstone was conspicuous now, as always, when there was 

 anything to endure or to dare. A burning fever — having eaten 

 nothing for two days — attended only by savages — he presses 

 away into the wilderness as cheerfully and resolutely as he en- 

 tered it long before from Cape Town. About six miles north- 

 west from Katema's, they came to Lake Dilolo, the subject of 

 a tradition which occurred to Dr. Livingstone as possibly a 

 faint, lingering hint of the deluge. "It is said that a long 

 time ago a village stood on the spot which is now covered by 

 the lake, and that a female chief, named Monenga, one day came 

 to the village and asked the wife of the chief man for some food, 

 but was refused, and taunted with her helplessness by the 

 woman, whereupon the Monenga began a song in slow time, 

 and uttered her own name — Monenga-w-o-e. As she finished the 

 last note, the village, houses, people, fowls, dogs, everything, 

 sank into the space now called Dilolo." 



It only required a few days to carry the party beyond the 

 dominion of Katema. They were about the turning point of 

 the waters, too, and the rivers were now running northward. 

 They were going somewhat west of north, and were getting 

 among people who are much more frequently visited by the 

 Mambari merchants than the more central tribes are. Living- 

 stone found also that the people had a much stronger confidence 

 in the belief of the continued existence of departed spirits than 

 the more southern inhabitants of the continent. The idea of 

 buying and selling, too, began to take the place of giving. 

 Everybody wanted gunpowder or English calico, for the knowl- 

 edge of money had not reached them, the Mambari using only 

 barter in all their transactions. 



On the 27th of February they were on the banks of a beauti- 

 ful river, which reminded the traveller of his own lovely Clyde 

 in Scotland — the Kasai. The chief in the neighborhood, named 

 Kangenke, had furnished guides quite readily, and the men 

 were quite full of praise of their river. "Though you sail 

 along it for months," said they, " you will turn without seeing 

 the end of it." Now, for the first time in all his long journey, 

 Dr. Livingstone began to be troubled by petty meannesses and 

 resistances and taxes and suggestions of violence. The people 

 of Kangenke practised on his party a trick for which they are 



