This, which is related on the authority of Portuguese who were then in the country, I can easily believe to be true, for the stalks of the grass are generally as thick as goose-quills, and no flight could be made through the mass of grass in any direction where a footpath does not exist.  Probably, in the case mentioned, the direction of the wind was such as to drive the flames across the paths, and prevent escape along them.  On one occasion I nearly lost my wagon by fire, in a valley where the grass was only about three feet high.  We were roused by the roar, as of a torrent, made by the fire coming from the windward.  I immediately set fire to that on our leeward, and had just time to drag the wagon on to the bare space there before the windward flames reached the place where it had stood.

We were detained by rains and a desire to ascertain our geographical position till Monday, the 10th, and only got the latitude 9d 50’ S.; and, after three days’ pretty hard traveling through the long grass, reached Cassange, the farthest inland station of the Portuguese in Western Africa.  We crossed several fine little streams running into the Quango; and as the grass continued to tower about two feet over our heads, it generally obstructed our view of the adjacent country, and sometimes hung over the path, making one side of the body wet with the dew every morning, or, when it rained, kept me wet during the whole day.  I made my entrance in a somewhat forlorn state as to clothing among our Portuguese allies.  The first gentleman I met in the village asked if I had a passport, and said it was necessary to take me before the authorities.  As I was in the same state of mind in which individuals are who commit a petty depredation in order to obtain the shelter and food of a prison, I gladly accompanied him to the house of the commandant or Chefe, Senhor de Silva Rego.  Having shown my passport to this gentleman, he politely asked me to supper, and, as we had eaten nothing except the farina of Cypriano from the Quango to this, I suspect I appeared particularly ravenous to the other gentlemen around the table.  They seemed, however, to understand my position pretty well, from having all traveled extensively themselves; had they not been present, I might have put some in my pocket to eat by night; for, after fever, the appetite is excessively keen, and manioc is one of the most unsatisfying kinds of food.  Captain Antonio Rodrigues Neves then kindly invited me to take up my abode in his house.  Next morning this generous man arrayed me in decent clothing, and continued during the whole period of my stay to treat me as if I had been his brother.  I feel deeply grateful to him for his disinterested kindness.  He not only attended to my wants, but also furnished food for my famishing party free of charge.