The trees which love these perpetual streams spread their roots all over the surface of the boggy banks, and make a firm surface, but at spots one may sink a yard deep.

We had to fill up these deep ditches with branches and leaves, unload the animals, and lead them across.

We spent the night on the banks of the Liparu,[9] and then proceeded on our way.
_3rd May, 1866._--We rested in a Makoa village, the head of which was an old woman.

The Makoa or Makoane are known by a half-moon figure tattooed on their foreheads or elsewhere.

Our poodle dog Chitane chased the dogs of this village with unrelenting fury, his fierce looks inspired terror among the wretched pariah dogs of a yellow and white colour, and those looks were entirely owing to its being difficult to distinguish at which end his head or tail lay.