and into streams and game-traps, is in the daytime, with plenty of light, trying enough to temper and physique. But to follow one of these trails in the dead of night, dodging thorn-bushes and ant-hills, with the risk of being strangled by “monkey-ropes” or tripped up by roots at every turn, verges almost upon impossibility.

After three hours of stumbling about in the forest, it was a great relief to meet a messenger from our friendly princess, who told us that her people had crossed the river in the dark, and had lifted all the canoes from the right bank, so that there was no immediate danger of the enemy crossing. We thereupon retraced our steps, heartily glad to get back to camp. The next few days were occupied in constructing a boma — which consisted of a thorn fence with a double ditch — to