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plain, and sighted the welcome river flashing light 

 through its setting of emerald trees, as it mirrored 

 the westing orb of day. At 6 p.m., after a 10-mile 

 walk, traversing the tall rushes, young trees, and 

 thick underwood of the bank, we found ourselves 

 opposite Kohode, the village of a friendly Mzegura 

 chief. ' Sultan Mamba ' having recognized the 

 Baloch, forthwith donned his scarlet cloak, super- 

 intended the launching of the village canoe from 

 its cajan house; stood surrounded by the elders 

 watching our transit, and, as we landed, wrung 

 our hands with rollicking greetings, and with 

 those immoderate explosive cachinnations, which 

 render the African family to all appearance so 

 'jolly ' a race. 



The Thursday was a halt at Kohode. It is the 

 normal cultivator's hamlet of these regions, built 

 upon the tall and stiff clay bank of the Panga-ni 

 river, here called the Eufu or Luf u. According to 

 the people this would mean death or destruction, no 

 bad description of a stream swarming with croco- 

 diles, and we find the dissyllable commencing many 

 riverine names, as Rufiji, Rufuma, and Eufuta. 

 Erom without the settlement has a pleasant ap- 

 pearance of seclusion and rural comfort : it sug- 

 gested a village in the Tirhai or the Dehra Dhun : 

 there was the same peaceful quiet look, sheltered 



