A man at one of the villages we came to showed us the grave of his child, and, with much apparent feeling, told us she had been burned to death in her hut.

He had come with all his family, and built huts around it in order to weep for her.

He thought, if the grave were left unwatched, the witches would come and bewitch them by putting medicines on the body.

They have a more decided belief in the continued existence of departed spirits than any of the more southerly tribes.

Even the Barotse possess it in a strong degree, for one of my men of that tribe, on experiencing headache, said, with a sad and thoughtful countenance, "My father is scolding me because I do not give him any of the food I eat." I asked where his father was.
"Among the Barimo," was the reply.
When we wished to move on, Kabinje refused a guide to the next village because he was at war with it; but, after much persuasion, he consented, provided that the guide should be allowed to return as soon as he came in sight of the enemy's village.