Our canoe-men plucked up courage on finding that we had come off unhurt.

One of them, named Chiku, acknowledging that he had been terribly frightened, said.

"His fear was not the kind which makes a man jump overboard and run away; but that which brings the heart up to the mouth, and renders the man powerless, and no more able to fight than a woman." In the country of Chonga Michi, about 80 or 90 miles up the river, we found decent people, though of the same tribe, who treated strangers with civility.

A body of Makoa had come from their own country in the south, and settled here.

The Makoa are known by a cicatrice in the forehead shaped like the new moon with the horns turned downwards.