The sight of a white man always infuses a tremor into their dark bosoms, and in every case of the kind they appeared immensely relieved when I had fairly passed without having sprung upon them.

In the villages the dogs run away with their tails between their legs, as if they had seen a lion.

The women peer from behind the walls till he comes near them, and then hastily dash into the house.

When a little child, unconscious of danger, meets you in the street, he sets up a scream at the apparition, and conveys the impression that he is not far from going into fits.
Among the Bechuanas I have been obliged to reprove the women for making a hobgoblin of the white man, and telling their children that they would send for him to bite them.
Having passed the Loembwe, we were in a more open country, with every few hours a small valley, through which ran a little rill in the middle of a bog.

These were always difficult to pass, and being numerous, kept the lower part of the person constantly wet.