It is, in fact, unknown in the country, except during actual warfare.

His independence and love of the English were his only faults.

In my last journey there, of about two hundred miles, on parting at the River Marikwe he gave me two servants, "to be," as he said, "his arms to serve me," and expressed regret that he could not come himself.

"Suppose we went north," I said, "would you come ?" He then told me the story of Sebituane having saved his life, and expatiated on the far-famed generosity of that really great man.

This was the first time I had thought of crossing the Desert to Lake Ngami.
The conduct of the Boers, who, as will be remembered, had sent a letter designed to procure my removal out of the country, and their well-known settled policy which I have already described, became more fully developed on this than on any former occasion.