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among the higher boughs. But the next time the 
growl was heard it was at a distance ; the shouting of 
the men and the scuffling which took place having 
frightened the brute off ; and now, like the distant 
rumbling of thunder, the dread sound died away till 
- all was as silent as before. 
We reached Buchuma at dawn, finding, as we 
suspected, not a drop of water in the large natural 
tanks which make this ungurunga one of the most 
important watering-places in this part of the country. 
The weather being cloudy, we continued our way for 
some time by day, but the sun eventually coming out, 
we hid away in the jungles till the afternoon, then 
marching till evening we halted again till the moon 
should rise. As soon as the moon was up we set off 
once more, hoping to reach Silaloni by noon of the 
following day. It proved to be a most trying march. 
The men lost heart and hung behind ; and it was not 
until two p.m. that I, with only three of the party 
attending me, reached the end of our journey. 
Arrived, we blew off our guns as an encouragement 
to any of the party who might be sufficiently near 
to hear .them, but it was not till some time after dark 
that the last man came in. 
Silaloni is an ungurunga consisting of two very large 
tanks in a bed of sandstone ; and, as we afterwards 
discovered, is the water supply of a very large district. 
The country properly belongs to the Walangulo, some 
of whom came to us and claimed jifu (black mail), 
but it is being encroached upon by the Wageriama. 
Just as we were thinking of lying down for the night, 
our ears were assaulted by the cries of a party who 
bounced into the camp as though they were going to 
