OUT INTO THE ATLANTIC. 
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when, on the 1st of August, we filed across the rocky 
terrace of Isangila and sloping plain, and strode up the 
ascent to the table-land. Nearly forty men filled the 
sick list with dysentery, ulcers, and scurvy, and the 
victims of the latter disease were steadily increasing. 
Yet withal I smiled proudly when I saw the brave hearts 
cheerily re- 
spond to my 
encouraging 
cries. A few, 
h o w e v e r, 
would not 
believe that 
within five 
or six days 
they should 
see Europeans. 
They dis- 
dained to be 
considered so 
credulous, but 
at the same 
time they 
granted that 
POCOCK BASIN. 
the “ master ” was quite right to encourage his people 
with promises of speedy relief. 
So we surmounted the table-land, but we could not 
bribe the wretched natives to guide us to the next village. 
“ Mirambo,” the riding-ass, managed to reach half-way 
up the table-land, but he also was too far exhausted 
