It proved, however, that to the very last, we had followed the line of migration with unerring precision.

What would I not have given for the powers of those swift wanderers of the air?
But as it was I knew not how long they had been on the wing, or how far it was to the spot where they had last rested.
We passed the salt lagoon about 10 a.m.of the 9th, and stopped at a shallow but fresh water pond, a little below it, no less thankful than our exhausted animals that we were relieved from want, and the anxiety attendant on the last few days.

On passing the lagoon we saw two natives digging for roots, but did not disturb them.

In the afternoon, however, Joseph and Lewis saw twenty, who exhibited some unfriendly symptoms, and would not allow them to approach.

They were not armed, but carried red bags.