The Manganja possessed the large breed of humped cattle which fell into the hands of the Waiyau, and knew how to milk them.

Their present owners never milk them, and they have dwindled into a few instead of the thousands of former times.[23] A lion killed a woman early yesterday morning, and ate most of her undisturbed.
It is getting very hot; the ground to the feet of the men "burns like fire" after noon, so we are now obliged to make short marches, and early in the morning chiefly.
Wikatani--Bishop Mackenzie's favourite boy--met a brother here, and he finds that he has an elder brother and a sister at Kabinga's.

The father who sold him into slavery is dead.

He wishes to stop with his relatives, and it will be well if he does.

Though he has not much to say, what he does advance against the slave-trade will have its weight, and it will all be in the way of preparation for better times and more light.
The elder brother was sent for, but had not arrived when it was necessary for us to leave Mponda's on the Rivulet Ntemangokwe.