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A WATERFALL. 
chiefs of Usui, we were far in the interior at Kara- 
gue, with certainly not enough of beads to last us six 
months. 
The first sixteen marches from Ukuni were through 
very pleasant undulations of tall soft grass and um- 
brageous forest-trees, spots here and there being cleared 
for cultivation, and capable of yielding grain for one 
or two thousand travellers throughout a season. On 
getting into Usui the watershed had changed ; all ran 
to Victoria Nyanza. Our path crossed three or four 
escarped hills, tailing gently off to lower ground in 
the north. About Lohagattee there was picturesque 
scenery. Delightfully wild rocks and crags inter- 
spersed with trees overhung the valleys, reminding 
one of the echoing cliffs over the Lake of Killarney. 
A waterfall, too, added a rare charm to this part of the 
journey. The water fell upon hard, black, volcanic-like 
boulders of conglomerate, in a cascade of two cubic 
feet from the top of the escarpment seventy feet in 
height. Amongst the spray beautiful ferns and mosses 
grew in great luxuriance, recalling many a ramble at 
home for plants and objects of natural history; but 
though crabs were about the water, no land-shells were 
found. The natives came into camp asking why the 
fall had been visited by the white man. Did he mean 
to stop the water that supplied the whole valley, by 
turning its course or drinking up its waters ? Their 
chief, we heard, when rain is required, goes through a 
propitiatory ceremony at this spot to bring it in abund- 
ance ; but as this year rain had fallen at its usual season, 
their fears were easily calmed. The rain-doctor had 
put out his magic instruments under a tree by the 
20th October, and expected it abundantly at new 
