LIVINGSTONIA — BLANTYBE—Q UILLIMANE. 451 
Tlie canoes met near a burning village. Pumpkins 
by the score were found, so that our stores were re¬ 
plenished. We skirted tlie left bank, passing a deserted 
French station, and finally reaching a post occupied by 
a Dutch trader (Mr. Hooft), who had been a great 
favourite among the natives ; so much so, that they had 
given him timely warning to leave during the earlier 
stages of the war. On hearing of the close of hostilities 
Mr. Hooft had returned, only to find that there was 
nothing left in the house. Through sheer want he was 
about to leave directly overland to Quillimane. 
While we were here some soldiers arrived bearing a 
message from Portuguese officers, begging Mr. Hooft to 
let them have some provisions, from which request it 
was evident that the country had been pretty well 
drained of supplies. 
From this point both M. Giraud and myself concluded 
that it would be useless to attempt to hold together, 
seeing that no one knew the channels, which, near the 
junction of the rivers, break away in all directions. 
The Portuguese guides, with their banners, bag and 
baggage, had left in order to join their friends on the 
homeward march. 
Once again we had run out of provisions, and the men 
were devouring raw pumpkins. 
If the Tricolour and the Leviathan kept together, 
unnecessary delay would arise, so that the best plan 
would be to divide what trifling supplies were left, and 
each find the course as well and as quickly as possible to 
Mazaro. My share in the grand division was a tin of 
pea-soup. 
Giraud’s Wangwana men, poor creatures, suffered 
most, owing to their religious scruples forbidding them 
to eat that which they had not themselves killed, or to 
dip in a dish with others not of their own kin. 
Each canoe strikes out on its own account, and before 
two miles had been covered they part. 
The sea at last was reached, and both travellers 
reached their homes in safety. 
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