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calmly without the knowledge of his comrades. I 
had fever to-day." " November 10th. — Funeral, 5 a.m. 
The body sewed up in an American cloth ; carried in a 
blanket, four Tots with a corner each. The corporal, 
Speke, and myself formed the procession, the corporal 
carrying a hatchet and two sword-bayonets to extend 
the grave if necessary. Found only a grave one foot 
deep, and partly filled in with grass. Hatchets and 
bayonets were used, and we got a place large enough. 
I read the service, and afterwards returned to camp. 
Sketched a ' Goodae ' tree. Had fever, no ague, but 
mind wandering ; very drowsy ; disturbed rest. All 
the niggers exceedingly jolly — singing, playing bells, 
horns, drums, &c." 
At our first camping-ground by the coast there was 
not a drop of water to be seen — a sad calamity ! But 
Bombay, an old traveller, and always ready-witted, 
relieved the minds of the Tots by telling them that a 
well would be dug after the camp had settled down 
a bit, which literally was the case. While near the 
Kingani — a true African-looking river, with its tall 
reed edges — we had abundance of water, but mawk- 
ish. It was a white, muddy, sluggish stream 40 to 
50 yards across, with steep clay banks 16 feet above 
the water, and winding so much that no steamer could 
make its sharp turns. Canoes ferried it. One well, 
or puddle, a short distance from this river, made our 
plated spoons quite black, and turned blue test-paper 
red. In Ugogo the wells were from 11 to 15 feet 
deep, of bluish clay upon rock, the water nitrous, and 
nearly the price of beer. Sometimes, when there was 
no water for thirty miles, a small quantity would be 
carried in gourds, where, from the shaking and heat, 
