By the order of the chief the party had been furnished with eight oxen for riding, and seven intended for slaughter.  Some of the troop paddled the canoes, while others drove the cattle along the bank.

African etiquette requires that a company of travelers, when they come in sight of a village, shall seat themselves under a tree, and send forward a messenger to announce their arrival and state their object.  The chief then gives them a ceremonious reception, with abundance of speech-making and drumming.  It is no easy matter to get away from these villages, for the chiefs esteem it an honor to have strangers with them.  These delays, and the frequent heavy rains, greatly retarded the progress of the travelers.

They had traveled four months, and accomplished half of their journey before encountering any show of hostility from the tribes through which they passed.  A chief, named Njambi, then demanded tribute for passing through his country; when this was refused he said that one of Livingstone’s men had spit on the leg of one of his people, and this crime must be paid for by a fine of a man, an ox, or a gun.  This reasonable demand was likewise refused, and the natives seemed about to commence hostilities; but changed their minds upon witnessing the determined attitude of the strangers.  Livingstone at last yielded to the entreaties of his men and gave them an ox, upon the promise that food should be sent in exchange.  The niggardly chief sent them only a small bag of meal, and two or three pounds of the meat of their own ox.

From this time they were subject to frequent attempts at extortion.  The last of these was made on the banks of the River Quango, the boundary of the Portuguese possessions.  A Bashinje chief, whose portrait is given by Mr. Livingstone, made the usual demand of a man, a gun, or an ox, otherwise they must return the way they came.  While negotiations were in progress the opportune arrival of a Portuguese sergeant freed the travelers from their troubles.  The river was crossed, and once on Portuguese territory their difficulties were over.

At Cassange, the frontier settlement, they sold Sekeletu’s ivory.  The Makololo, who had been accustomed to give two tusks for one gun, were delighted at the prices they obtained.  For one tusk they got two muskets, three kegs of powder, large bunches of beads, and calico and baize enough to clothe all the party.

On the 31st of May, after more than six months’ travel, Livingstone and his companions reached the Portuguese sea-port of Loanda.  The Makololo were lost in wonder when they first caught sight of the sea.  “We marched along,” they said, “believing that what the ancients had told us was true, that the world has no end; but all at once the world said to us, I am finished, there is no more of me.”  Still greater was their wonder when they beheld the large stone houses of the town.  “These are not huts,” they said, “but mountains with caves in them.”  Livingstone