Mr.Oswell, in trying to cross the river, got his horse bogged in the swampy bank.

Two Bakwains and I managed to get over by wading beside a fishing-weir.

The people were friendly, and informed us that this water came out of the Ngami.

This news gladdened all our hearts, for we now felt certain of reaching our goal.

We might, they said, be a moon on the way; but we had the River Zouga at our feet, and by following it we should at last reach the broad water.
Next day, when we were quite disposed to be friendly with every one, two of the Bamangwato, who had been sent on before us by Sekomi to drive away all the Bushmen and Bakalahari from our path, so that they should not assist or guide us, came and sat down by our fire.