As there was no open space near the river, and the forest was dangerously thick, I retired to some high ground about a mile off. A tornado was raging, and there being nothing else to do, we lay down, hungry, wet, and cold, and waited for the wind and rain to stop. My men built a little house of palm branches for me, and grass ones for themselves. With the additional luxury of a fire I felt warm and comfortable, and, in spite of the storm, slept quietly until roused by a leopard sneaking into the camp and scaring the sentries nearly out of their wits.

The following morning I was honoured by a visit from Nyan Gongo, a muscular man about six feet two inches in height, and one of the finest -built natives I ever met. His village, the capital of the district, was near; and after the usual talk — in which he showed his