Well might the Commissioner say, in 1867, that several years must elapse before the chaos which reigned could be reduced to order.

The wonder is, that in three years so much has been done.

It was very difficult, at first, even to find the whereabouts of many of the squatters.

The Commissioner had to work by compass through the pathless forest.

Getting little or no food but cassava cakes and 'guango' of maize, and now and then a little coffee and salt fish, without time to hunt the game which passed him, and continually wet through, he stumbled in suddenly on one squatting after another, to the astonishment of its owner, who could not conceive how he had been found out, and had never before seen a white man alone in the forest.