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planted, and even the red Amaranthus and Canna indica were not wanting. The huts alone were different, and reminded me more of the true Nyam-Nyam style of architecture. In order to find a bridge—these people do not appear to love the water—we were led about four hours from the village, and had the pleasure of making the acquaintance of innumerable small chiefs, until at last we arrived at Khor Bandama, and having crossed it by means of a wonderfully simple bridge composed of two tendril ropes, our guides wished to camp in the village of Rémbeta. It was a clean place, with friendly people and extensive cultivation. JI found here the beautiful Solanum which grows in Uganda; its red cherry-like fruit 1s very tempting-looking, notwithstanding its objectionable taste ; but if we had remained we should not have arrived at Kabayendi next day, so we determined to march on.

II. KABAYENDI AND THE MAKRAKA.

A BUFFALO-HUNT— LIFE AT KABAYENDI—IMMIGRANT ZANDE— SULTAN WANDO’S HISTORY—NATURAL HISTORY NOTES—THE MAKRAKA—IDDIO, THEIR TRIBAL DIVISIONS, CUSTOMS, AND QUALITIES.

THE country was cultivated as far as Khor Nambia, where ironstone crops up, but then followed a wilderness with a most extraordinary confusion and density of vegetation. It was almost impossible to breathe sometimes in the midst of the grass and brushwood. A tremendous noise was heard in the jungle—the natives were engaged in a buffalo-hunt, with nets and spears, as 1s customary here. After passing Khor Kurpio, we again entered durrah fields in which zertbas were situated, and we passed a broad, perfectly flat slab of eneiss lying across the road. It was late in the afternoon when we crossed Khor Au, a considerable stream of good clear water, and ascended to chief Barafid’s large village of Hkudeli, where we halted on account of the pouring rain. The chief, who came to welcome us, vanished almost immediately, pro-