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The March to Banza Nkulu. 
Leaving Selele, we ascended a steep hill with 
many glissades , the effect of last night’s rain. 
These hammock-journeys are mostly equivalent 
to walking and paying for carriage; it would be 
cruelty to animals were one to ride except when 
entering the villages. After threading for half an 
hour lanes of grass, we were received in a little 
village of the Banza Vivi district by Nessala, lin- 
guistere to King Luvungungwete. The guest room 
was furnished with every luxury ; hides of a fine 
antelope described as the Kudu ; cruets, basins, 
bottles, and other vases; “lustre mugs,” John 
Andersons and Toby Philpots. A good calabash, 
full of 
“ Freshening wine 
More bounteous far than all the frantic juice 
Which Bacchus pours,” 
was produced, although the drought and scarcity 
of June rain had dried the palms. Before I out¬ 
stretched myself, the fairer half of the population 
sent a message to say that they had never seen a 
white man : what less could be done than to dis¬ 
tribute a few beads and pat the children, who 
screamed like sucking pigs and “ squirmed ” like 
young monkeys ? 
The Chrononhotonthologus of a king came in 
the afternoon with a tail of a hundred vertebrae : he 
was a milder specimen than usual; he had neither 
Mambrino’s helmet nor beadle’s cloak, and perhaps 
