On our return south from the mountains near the north end of the lake, we reached Marenga's on the 7th October.

When he could not prevail upon us to forego the advantage of a fair wind for his invitation to "spend the whole day drinking his beer, which was," he said, "quite ready," he loaded us with provisions, all of which he sent for before we gave him any present.

In allusion to the boat's sail, his people said that they had no Bazimo, or none worth having, seeing they had never invented the like for them.

The chief, Mankambira, likewise treated us with kindness; but wherever the slave-trade is carried on, the people are dishonest and uncivil; that invariably leaves a blight and a curse in its path.

The first question put to us at the lake crossing- places, was, "Have you come to buy slaves ?" On hearing that we were English, and never purchased slaves, the questioners put on a supercilious air, and sometimes refused to sell us food.