440 Wanderings in Eastern Africa. 
We left Marango on September 2nd, at 8.30. For 
some distance we passed through just such narrow, 
green-banked lanes as those by which we had entered 
the place yesterday, emerging from which we entered 
upon an unoccupied, uncultivated, and more open 
country. The elevation was far less considerable than 
that of Moche, and the scenery much less grand. 
The vegetation was abundant, but less verdant than 
that of Moche. In an hour we crossed the Huna 
stream again, at a place where the water came down 
in a very pretty cascade ; and a short distance 
beyond, through the doorway of a strong stockade, 
we entered the cultivated portion of Mamba. 
By green valleys, over artificial watercourses, through 
fine gardens and grassy meads, we came, at length, to 
another stockade, where we were obliged to wait till 
we received permission to enter. We were not de- 
tained long. When we had encamped, the mange 
made his appearance, and was as awkward and ill at 
ease as the other chiefs had been. Again I had to 
break the ice, and having done so, all became free 
and easy. 
The mange of Mamba is called Mlavi. He is 
about forty-five years of age ; is of middle height, 
rather slim, but has a well-knit frame. He has a 
good head ; high forehead, straight, prominent nose, 
thin lips, sunken, but not hollow cheeks, and pointed 
chin, with nothing of the negro about him but his 
colour, and he is almost black. 
He received me cordially, though I had nothing to 
give him ; insisted upon my accepting a cow, and 
would not be refused. When he left me, five or six 
of his wives were sent to see me. They were far 
