The absence of animal life was remarkable.

Occasionally we saw pairs of the stately jabirus, or adjutant-looking marabouts, wading among the shoals, and spur-winged geese, and other water-fowl, but there was scarcely a crocodile or a hippopotamus to be seen.
At the end of the first week, an old man called at our camp, and said he would send a present from his village, which was up among the hills.

He appeared next morning with a number of his people, bringing meal, cassava- root, and yams.

The language differs considerably from that on the Zambesi, but it is of the same family.

The people are Makonde, and are on friendly terms with the Mabiha, and the Makoa, who live south of the Rovuma.