In continuing our W.N.W. course, we met many parties of native traders, each carrying some pieces of cloth and salt, with a few beads to barter for bees’-wax.  They are all armed with Portuguese guns, and have cartridges with iron balls.  When we meet we usually stand a few minutes.  They present a little salt, and we give a bit of ox-hide, or some other trifle, and then part with mutual good wishes.  The hide of the oxen we slaughtered had been a valuable addition to our resources, for we found it in so great repute for girdles all through Loanda that we cut up every skin into strips about two inches broad, and sold them for meal and manioc as we went along.  As we came nearer Angola we found them of less value, as the people there possess cattle themselves.

The village on the Kweelo, at which we spent Sunday, was that of a civil, lively old man, called Sakandala, who offered no objections to our progress.  We found we should soon enter on the territory of the Bashinje (Chinge of the Portuguese), who are mixed with another tribe, named Bangala, which have been at war with the Babindele or Portuguese.  Rains and fever, as usual, helped to impede our progress until we were put on the path which leads from Cassange and Bihe to Matiamvo, by a head man named Kamboela.  This was a well-beaten footpath, and soon after entering upon it we met a party of half-caste traders from Bihe, who confirmed the information we had already got of this path leading straight to Cassange, through which they had come on their way from Bihe to Cabango.  They kindly presented my men with some tobacco, and marveled greatly when they found that I had never been able to teach myself to smoke.  On parting with them we came to a trader’s grave.  This was marked by a huge cone of sticks placed in the form of the roof of a hut, with a palisade around it.  At an opening on the western side an ugly idol was placed:  several strings of beads and bits of cloth were hung around.  We learned that he had been a half-caste, who had died on his way back from Matiamvo.

As we were now alone, and sure of being on the way to the abodes of civilization, we went on briskly.

On the 30th we came to a sudden descent from the high land, indented by deep, narrow valleys, over which we had lately been traveling.  It is generally so steep that it can only be descended at particular points, and even there I was obliged to dismount, though so weak that I had to be led by my companions to prevent my toppling over in walking down.  It was annoying to feel myself so helpless, for I never liked to see a man, either sick or well, giving in effeminately.  Below us lay the valley of the Quango.  If you sit on the spot where Mary Queen of Scots viewed the battle of Langside, and look down on the vale of Clyde, you may see in miniature the glorious sight which a much greater and richer valley presented to our view.  It is about a hundred miles broad, clothed with dark forest, except where the