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MARCHING IN UNYORO. 
made four marches, but fortunately they were all in 
the right direction. The country waved in gentle 
long swells of land covered with tall grass and thin 
forest, with a few low conical hills. The clearances 
for cultivation, generally fenced against wild animals, 
were few ; and in the low grounds sweet potato, ooley- 
zee, and a few plantain were grown. The houses 
were of grass, perfect domes, but dirty, ill-made, and 
without door-screens or frames to their single en- 
trances. The people, as we marched past, appeared 
inanimate and unconcerned ; they stood listlessly gaz- 
ing at us, so different from the reception given to 
a regiment passing through an English town, when 
every handkerchief waves a welcome. The natives 
deliberately carried away everything out of their 
houses and allowed us to take possession, but at the 
same time showed sullenness at our intrusion. Our 
Waganda did not mind this. Wherever they go they 
know how to enjoy themselves, living always like a 
party of jolly brigands, by plunder. Numbers of 
natives came out to see the Wazoongoo, and never 
having seen boxes before, they believed that the white 
men were carried in our japanned tin cases ! 
The Wanyoro would seem to be penurious. The 
cowries which circulated amongst them were generally 
covered with earth, as if they had been hoarded up, 
and kept concealed under ground. This coin had 
reached them through Karague ; and Kidjweega, an 
officer not more than thirty-five years of age, recol- 
lected the time when ten cowries bought a cow, and 
thirty secured a woman. Times have changed. It 
now takes half a load to purchase a cow. Here, at 
the division between the commerce coming up the 
