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THE NATIVES. 



single plank of the Brazil, and the tight-rope affairs 

 of the Himalayas : they nnist much resemble the 

 bridges of inner Devonshire, that ' sleeping 

 beauty of the (near) West,' during the days of our 

 grandfathers. Cows, goats, and long-tailed sheep 

 clustered upon the plains, and gave a pastoral 

 aspect to the out-of-the-way scene. 



We halted from 10 A. m. to 4 p. m., under a 

 spreading tamarind, near Zafura, a village on an 

 island of the Panga-ni, distant about two miles 

 from Mount Yugiri. Here we were surrounded 

 by crowds, who feasted their eyes upon us for 

 consecutive hours. They were unarmed and 

 dressed in skins ; they spoke the Kizegura dialect, 

 which differs greatly from the Kisawahili; and 

 they appsared rather timid than dangerous. 

 Their sultan stalked about, spear in hand, highly 

 offended by our not entering his hut, and drop- 

 ping some cloth; whilst sundry Wasawaliili in 

 red caps looked daggers at the white interlopers. 

 We tried to hire extra porters, but having neither 

 Merkani (American domestics) nor beads, we 

 notably failed. 



Presently black nimbi capped the hill-tops, 

 cooling the fierce Sirocco, and the low growling 

 of distant thunder warned us forwards. Eesum- 

 ing our march at 3.30 p. m., we crossed a dry 



