When it was cooked they retired into a thicket and ate their porridge; then all stood up, and clapped their hands, and praised Intemese for it.

The Makololo, who are accustomed to the most free and easy manners, held out handfuls of what they had cooked to any of the Balonda near, but they refused to taste.

They are very punctilious in their manners to each other.

Each hut has its own fire, and when it goes out they make it afresh for themselves rather than take it from a neighbor.

I believe much of this arises from superstitious fears.