This I have often seen with persons of this tribe, even when the cattle are startled by a lion.

Away go the young men in company with them, and dash through bush and brake for miles, till they think the panic is a little subsided; they then commence whistling to the cattle in the manner they do when milking the cows: having calmed them, they remain as a guard till the morning.

The men generally return with their shins well peeled by the thorns.

Each comrade of the Mopato would expect his fellow to act thus, without looking for any other reward than the brief praise of the chief.

Our lad, Kibopechoe, had gone after the oxen, but had lost them in the rush through the flat, trackless forest.