I had visited all the surrounding locations, and was on good enough terms with all the chiefs.

There was 'Mpefu, a dingy old fellow who had spent a good deal of his life in a Boer gaol before the war.

There was a mission station at his place, and his people seemed to me to be well behaved and prosperous.

Majinje was a chieftainess, a little girl whom nobody was allowed to see.

Her location was a miserable affair, and her tribe was yearly shrinking in numbers.