FANIORO. 99 country abounds in game, to judge from the numerous tracks leading to the river ; elephants also appear to be plentiful.

After a short march we reached the bend of the Khor Unydma, and, immediately afterwards, the remains of the former zeriba Jéifi, which was deserted by its inhabitants a short time ago, because, as they told me, the fields had “ grown old,” that is, were exhausted. In the middle, among the ruins of houses, rises the magnificent tamarind under which I passed a night three years before on my first journey to Uganda.

The steep walls of the khor permit the formation of the ground to be clearly seen: stiff grey loam, with solid masses of vegetable debris, rests on firm red clay enclosing many blocks of conglomerate. As, in the course of conversation with Negroes, who had come from the surrounding country, and many of whom I had known formerly, some offered to serve me as guides, I chose to continue my journey to Fatiko by the rather longer, but at any rate more interesting, way past Faloro and Fabo.

Our night was disturbed by legions of mice and several concerts given by hyznas. Our porters appeared early in the morning, and headed by Shua, chief of the neighbouring village, Fanioro, we marched in a south-westerly direction over a gently rising plain, where agriculture is largely carried on. Passing between fields from which the sesame and the second crop of durrah had just been gathered in, we reached the zertba Fanioro (not Speke’s Fanioro), an imposing collection of houses with a very dense population. We changed some of our porters here, and then crossed another undulating plain, extensively cultivated, above which, far to the left, there appeared two mountain peaks. LBesides the plants cultivated in the north, I saw here a kind of hibiscus with large bright yellow blossoms, the pods and seed of which the people boil down into a gruel. This hibiscus is found also in the Bari district, but is never cultivated there.

Khor Igeri flows through a deep gorge. After passing it we déscended a steep declivity strewn with rocks, to the Khor Trari, a considerable, never-failing brook with crystal-clear cold water, which is joined by the Khor Iladze a little below the ford. Both these streams are obstructed by huge blocks