prehends, as one follows that vague and indistinct
mountain line, ever paling as it recedes, the
full magnificence of this inland sea. The low
island of Bangwé on the eastern side terminates
the bay of Ujiji, which rounds with a crescent
curve from the market-place towards it.
On very clear days the eyes may trace the
eastern shore to the south beyond the mouth o f
the Liuché, curving to the Ulambola hills, and
then rounding slightly eastward, reappearing in
the imposing mountain heights of Cape Kabo go.
Very pleasant are the idle hours of evening
at Ujiji, watching the clouds of sunset banking
themselves above dark Goma, and observing
the lurid effects of the brilliant red on their
gloomy masses and on the ever ruffled waves,
tinging with strange shades the gorgeous verdure
of the eastern shore, and the lofty mountain-
ridges which enfold the deep-lying lake. To the
ears are borne the sonorous moan and plaint of
the heavy waves, which, advancing from the
south-west in serried foam-capped lines, roll
unceasingly upon the resounding shore.
At this hour, too, the fuel-laden canoes from
Ulambola are hurrying homeward, with oar
and sail. The cattle, lowing to expectant calves,
and the goats bleating for their kids, are hurrying
from the pastures in advance of the tiny
herd-boys, the asses’ feet clatter as they go,
bearing their masters home from Kigoma or Kasimbu,
the loud hailing of native friends announces
the evening meal ready, and the spiral columns
of blue smoke ascend from many wood-fires, as
we sit here to observe the advance of the
evening shades, and to take a last look at the
daylight, as it wanes and fades over the shores
of the Tanganika.