said, “All power is given unto me in heaven and on earth; go ye, therefore, and teach all nations . . . and lo, I am with you Alway, even unto the end of the world.”  I took this as His word of honor, and then went out to take observations for latitude and longitude, which, I think, were very successful. (The church:  lat. 15d 37’ 22” S., long. 30d 32’ E.)

15Th.  The natives of the surrounding country collected around us this morning, all armed.  The women and children were sent away, and one of Mburuma’s wives, who lives in the vicinity, was not allowed to approach, though she had come from her village to pay me a visit.  Only one canoe was lent to us, though we saw two others tied to the bank.  The part we crossed was about a mile from the confluence, and, as it was now flooded, it seemed upward of half a mile in breadth.  We passed all our goods first on to an island in the middle, then the remaining cattle and men; occupying the post of honor, I, as usual, was the last to enter the canoe.  A number of the inhabitants stood armed all the time we were embarking.  I showed them my watch, lens, and other things to keep them amused, until there only remained those who were to enter the canoe with me.  I thanked them for their kindness, and wished them peace.  After all, they may have been influenced only by the intention to be ready in case I should play them some false trick, for they have reason to be distrustful of the whites.  The guides came over to bid us adieu, and we sat under a mango-tree fifteen feet in circumference.  We found them more communicative now.  They said that the land on both sides belonged to the Bazunga, and that they had left of old, on the approach of Changamera, Ngaba, and Mpakane.  Sekwebu was with the last named, but he maintained that they never came to the confluence, though they carried off all the cattle of Mburuma.  The guides confirmed this by saying that the Bazunga were not attacked, but fled in alarm on the approach of the enemy.  This mango-tree he knew by its proper name, and we found seven others and several tamarinds, and were informed that the chief Mburuma sends men annually to gather the fruit, but, like many Africans whom I have known, has not had patience to propagate more trees.  I gave them some little presents for themselves, a handkerchief and a few beads, and they were highly pleased with a cloth of red baize for Mburuma, which Sekeletu had given me to purchase a canoe.  We were thankful to part good friends.

Next morning we passed along the bottom of the range, called Mazanzwe, and found the ruins of eight or ten stone houses.  They all faced the river, and were high enough up the flanks of the hill Mazanzwe to command a pleasant view of the broad Zambesi.  These establishments had all been built on one plan—­a house on one side of a large court, surrounded by a wall; both houses and walls had been built of soft