One pagazi, stricken heavily with the
small-pox, succumbed, and threw himself down on the roadside to die.
We never saw him afterwards, for the progress of a caravan on a
terekeza, is something like that of a ship in a hurricane. The
caravan must proceed - woe befall him who lags behind, for hunger
and thirst will overtake him - so must a ship drive before the
fierce gale to escape foundering - woe befall him who falls
overboard!
An abundance of water, good, sweet, and cool, was found in the bed
of the mtoni in deep stony reservoirs. Here also the traces of
furious torrents were clearly visible as at Mabunguru.
The Nghwhalah commences in Ubanarama to the north - a country
famous for its fine breed of donkeys - and after running south,
south-south-west, crosses the Unyanyembe road, from which point
it has more of a westerly turn.
On the 16th we arrived at Madedita, so called from a village which
was, but is now no more. Madedita is twelve and a half miles from
the Nghwhalah Mtoni. A pool of good water a few hundred yards from
the roadside is the only supply caravans can obtain, nearer than
Tura in Unyamwezi.
