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departed. In the afternoon we came to an outlying hamlet 

 of Kambadzo, whose own village is on an island, Nyam- 

 pungo, or Nyangalule, at the confluence of the Kafue. The 

 chief was on a visit here, and they had "been enjoying a 

 regular jollification. There had been much mirth, music, 

 drinking, and dancing. The men, and women too, had 

 taken " a wee drap too much," but had not passed the 

 complimentary stage. The wife of the headman, after 

 looking at us a few moments, called out to the others, 

 " Black traders have come before, calling themselves 

 ■ Bazungu, or white men, but now, for the first time, have 

 we seen the real Bazungu." Kambadzo also soon appeared ; 

 he was sorry that we had not come before the beer was 

 all done, but he was going back to see if it was all really 

 and entirely finished, and not one little potful left some- 

 where. 



This was, of course, mere characteristic politeness, as he 

 was perfectly aware that every drop had been swallowed ; 

 so we proceeded on to the Kafue, or Kafuje, accompanied 

 by the most intelligent of his headmen. A high ridge, 

 just before we reached the confluence, commands a splendid 

 view of the two great rivers, and the rich country beyond. 

 Behind, on the north and east, is the high mountain-range, 

 along whose base we have been travelling ; the whole range 

 is covered with trees, which appear even on the prominent 

 peaks, Chiarapela, Morindi, and Chiava; at this last the 

 chain bends away to the N.W., and we could see the 

 distant mountains where the chief, Semalembue, gained 

 all our hearts in 1856. 



On the 9th of July we tried to send Semalembue a 

 present, but the people here refused to incur the respon- 

 sibility of carrying it. We, who have the art of writing, 

 cannot realize the danger one incurs of being accused of 

 purloining a portion of goods sent from one person to 

 another, when the carrier cannot prove that he delivered 



