Even When We Passed, The Evidences Of Wealth And Prosperity Which It Possessed Formerly, Were Plain Enough In The Wide Extent Of Its Grain Fields, Which Stretched To The Right And Left Of The Unyanyembe Road For Many A Mile.

But they were only evidences of what once were numerous villages, a well- cultivated and populous district, rich in herds of cattle and stores of grain.

All the villages are burnt down, the people have been driven north three or four days from Rubuga, the cattle were taken by force, the grain fields were left standing, to be overgrown with jungle and rank weeds. We passed village after village that had been burnt, and were mere blackened heaps of charred timber and smoked clay; field after field of grain ripe years ago was yet standing in the midst of a crop of gums and thorns, mimosa and kolquall.

We arrived at the village, occupied by about sixty Wangwana, who have settled here to make a living by buying and selling ivory. Food is provided for them in the deserted fields of the people of Rubuga. We were very tired and heated from the long march, but the pagazis had all arrived by 3 p.m.

At the Wangwana village we met Amer bin Sultan, the very type of an old Arab sheikh, such as we read of in books, with a snowy beard, and a clean reverend face, who was returning to Zanzibar after a ten years' residence in Unyanyembe.

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