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course, drained by the Luwainberri, the Monunguh, and the Duma rivers, 

 and discharged into the Nyanza under the name of the Shimeeyu. But north- 

 east of the Shimeeyu's mouth imagine the land heaved into a low, broad, and 

 lengthy ridge, forming another basin drained by the Ruana, and still another 

 drained by the Mara, and again another by the Mori, etc. If we ask the natives 

 what lies beyond the immediate lake lands, we are assured, unhesitatingly, 

 ' Mbuiga tu,' ' Only a plain.' 



" From Majita north we sail along the coast of Ururi, a country remark- 

 able for its wealth of cattle and fine pastoral lands. It is divided into several 

 districts, whose names you will find marked on the map. Molunu and Shirati, 

 low, flat, and wooded districts of Ururi, separate this country from Ugeyeya, 

 the land of so many fables and wonders, the Eldorado of ivory seekers, and 

 the source of wealth for slave hunters. Our first view of it, while we cross the 

 Bay of Kavirondo, is of a series of tall mountains, and of a mountainous pro- 

 jection, which latter from a distance we take to be a promontory, but which 

 on a nearer view turns out to be an island, bearing a tall mountain on its 

 back. At the north-eastern extremity of this bay is Gori River, which rises 

 north-east, near Kavi — no important stream, but one that grows during the 

 rainy season to large breadth and depth. Far east beyond the Nyanza, for 

 twenty -five days' march the country is here said to be one continuous plain, 

 low hills rising now and again dotting the surface, a scrubby land, though 

 well adapted for pasture and cattle, of which the natives possess vast herds. 

 About fifteen days' march east, the people report a region wherein low hills 

 spout smoke, and sometimes fire. This wonderful district is called Susa, and 

 is situated in the Masai Land. All combine in saying that no stream runs 

 north, but that all waters come into the Nyanza — for at least twenty days' 

 inarch. Beyond this distance the natives report a small lake, from which 

 issues a stream flowing towards the (?) Pangain. 



" Continuing on our way north we pass between the Island Ugingo and 

 the gigantic mountains of Ugeyeya, at whose base the ' Lady Alice ' seems to 

 crawl like a tiny insect, while we on board admire the stupendous summits, 

 and wonder at the deathly silence which prevails in this solitude, where the 

 boisterous winds are hushed, and the turbulent waves are as tranquil as a 

 summer's dream. The natives as they pass regard this spot with superstition, 

 as well they may, for the silent majesty of those dumb tall mountains awes 

 the very storms to peace. Let the tempests bluster as they may on the spa- 

 cious main, beyond this cape, in this nook, sheltered by tall Ugingo Isle and 

 lofty Goshi on the mainland, they inspire no fear. It is this pleasant refuge 

 which Goshi promises the distressed canoe-men, that causes them to sing 

 praises of the bold headland, and to cheer one another, when wearied and 

 benighted, with the cry, that ' Goshi is near to protect them.' 



" Sailing between and out from among the clustering islands, we leave 



