We remained all day on the 24th haggling and trying to get some grain.

He took a fancy to a shirt, and left it to his wife to bargain for.

She got the length of cursing and swearing, and we bore it, but could get only a small price for it.

We resolved to hold our Christmas some other day, and in a better place.
The women seem ill-regulated here--Kavimba's brother had words with his spouse, and at the end of every burst of vociferation on both sides called out, "Bring the Muavi! bring the Muavi!" or ordeal.
_Christmas-day, 1866._--No one being willing to guide us to Moerwa's, I hinted to Kavimba that should we see a rhinoceros I would kill it.
He came himself, and led us on where he expected to find these animals, but we saw only their footsteps.

We lost our four goats somewhere--stolen or strayed in the pathless forest, we do not know which, but the loss I felt very keenly, for whatever kind of food we had, a little milk made all right, and I felt strong and well, but coarse food hard of digestion without it was very trying.