The Last Journals of David Livingstone, in central Africa . al-ly, its stalk eight feet in height. Hundreds of a large dark-gray,hairy caterpillar have nearly cleared off the rushes in spots, andnow live on each other. They can make only the smallest prog-ress by swimming, or rather wriggling, in the water: their motionis that of a watch-spring thrown down, dilating and contracting. April 9th.—After two hours threading the very winding, deepchannel of this southern branch of the Muanakazi, we came towhere our land-party had crossed it and gone on to Gandochitd,a chief on the Lolotikila. My men
The Last Journals of David Livingstone, in central Africa . al-ly, its stalk eight feet in height. Hundreds of a large dark-gray,hairy caterpillar have nearly cleared off the rushes in spots, andnow live on each other. They can make only the smallest prog-ress by swimming, or rather wriggling, in the water: their motionis that of a watch-spring thrown down, dilating and contracting. April 9th.—After two hours threading the very winding, deepchannel of this southern branch of the Muanakazi, we came towhere our land-party had crossed it and gone on to Gandochitd,a chief on the Lolotikila. My men were all done up, so I hireda man to call some of his friends to take the loads; but he wasstopped by his relations in the way, saying, You ought to haveone of the travelers own people with you. He returned, butdid not tell us plainly or truly till this morning. [The recent heavy exertions, coupled with constant exposureand extreme anxiety and annoyance, no doubt brought on thesevere attack which is noticed, as we see in the words of the nextfew days.]. THE BOEDEBS OF BANGWEOLO. 503 April 10th.—The head man of the village explained, and wesent two of our men, who had a nights rest with the turn-againfellow of yesterday. I am pale, bloodless, and weak, from bleed-ing profusely ever since the 31st of March last: an artery givesoff a copious stream, and takes away my strength. Oh, how Ilong to be permitted by the Over Power to finish my work 1 April 12th.—Cross the Muanakazi. It is about one hundredor one hundred and thirty yards broad, and deep. Great loss ofaljua made me so weak I could hardly walk, but tottered alongnearly two hours, and then lay down quite done. Cooked coffee—our last—and went on, but in an hour I was compelled to liedown. Yery unwilling to be carried, but, on being pressed, I al-lowed the men to help me along by relays to Chinama, wherethere is much cultivation. We camped in a garden of dura. Ajjril 13th.—Found that we had slept on the right bank
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