Ten years in Equatoria; . rbe earned out. The monotony of our sojourn was broken by the disappearanceone night of a few of our soldiers and servants. Some fled becausethey wished to join their absent families, and some because of thescarcity of provisions. Five of them were killed in trying to passthrough Melindwa (by night) on the road which skirts the lake. The Negro has a singular nature. He usually has no thoughtfor the morrow, is inured to privations, and impassive in if he thinks! The moment he does so he sees visions, panicseizes upon him, trouble annihilates him, he seeks sa
Ten years in Equatoria; . rbe earned out. The monotony of our sojourn was broken by the disappearanceone night of a few of our soldiers and servants. Some fled becausethey wished to join their absent families, and some because of thescarcity of provisions. Five of them were killed in trying to passthrough Melindwa (by night) on the road which skirts the lake. The Negro has a singular nature. He usually has no thoughtfor the morrow, is inured to privations, and impassive in if he thinks! The moment he does so he sees visions, panicseizes upon him, trouble annihilates him, he seeks safety in flight,a;nd rushes on to his own destruction. I remained at Were until I could send my friend Vita Hassan tothe camp at Buguera, as his position among the Egyptian malcon-tents was insecure after what had happened at Dufile, where hewas looked upon as a loyal adherent of Emins. Hassan left onMarch 1, and I followed next day. The road from our camp atWere, following a westerly direction, for three hours march leads. ARRIVAL AT BUGUERA. 385 over a grassy plain, broken only by a few clumps of mimosa bushes,and is not crossed by any important stream, but is watered by theinnumerable windings of the Niebetembe, flowing from the moun-tains at the end of the plain. The banks of this small river once passed, the ground graduallyrises, and two hours climbing conducts us to a magnificently wideterrace, which commands a view over the lake to the wooded shoresof Nyamsanzi and Nsabe on the western side, whilst away to theeast is the mighty mountain wall enclosing Muenghe and the dis-trict of Baganghese. The narrow road, with its perpetual windings,look sharp and steep, seen from behind the hills, but it is notreally so. We spent the night as well as we could on this wide terrace,only suffering from the heavy dews and cold. Rising early, wepressed forward next morning, our nerves tingling with the enjoy-ment of the pure bracing air. Then the road again became steep,and for an hour we
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