The scene from the ridge, on looking back, was beautiful.

One can not see the western side of the valley in a cloudy day, such as that was when we visited the stockade, but we could see the great river glancing out at different points, and fine large herds of cattle quietly grazing on the green succulent herbage, among numbers of cattle-stations and villages which are dotted over the landscape.

Leches in hundreds fed securely beside them, for they have learned only to keep out of bow-shot, or two hundred yards.

When guns come into a country the animals soon learn their longer range, and begin to run at a distance of five hundred yards.
I imagined the slight elevation (Katongo) might be healthy, but was informed that no part of this region is exempt from fever.

When the waters begin to retire from this valley, such masses of decayed vegetation and mud are exposed to the torrid sun that even the natives suffer severely from attacks of fever.