Katema sent to ask what I had given them to produce so much excitement.

Intemese replied it was their custom, and they meant no harm.

The companion of the ox we slaughtered refused food for two days, and went lowing about for him continually.

He seemed inconsolable for his loss, and tried again and again to escape back to the Makololo country.

My men remarked, "He thinks they will kill me as well as my friend." Katema thought it the result of art, and had fears of my skill in medicine, and of course witchcraft.