So numerous were the slain, that it was thought the inhabitants had been slaughtered in consequence of having made raids on the Zulus for cattle.
Continuing the journey that night as long as light served, they slept unconsciously on the edge of a deep precipice, without fire, lest the Mazitu should see it.

Next morning most of the men were tired out, the dread of the apparition of the day before tending probably to increase the lameness of which they complained.

When told, however, that all might return to Mankambira's save two, Moloka and Charlie, they would not, till assured that the act would not be considered one of cowardice.
Giving them one of the goats as provision, another was slaughtered for the remainder of the party who, having found on the rocks a canoe which had belonged to one of the deserted villages, determined to put to sea again; but the craft was very small, and the remaining goat, spite of many a threat of having its throat cut, jumped and rolled about so, as nearly to capsize it; so Dr.Livingstone took to the shore again, and after another night spent without fire, except just for cooking, was delighted to see the boat coming back.
We pulled that day to Mankambira's, a distance that on shore, with the most heartbreaking toil, had taken three days to travel.

This was the last latitude taken, 11 degrees 44 minutes S.

The boat had gone about 24 minutes further to the north, the land party probably half that distance, but fever prevented the instruments being used.