A third fell into a buffalo-pit next day, so our stock was soon reduced.
The Batoka chief, Moshobotwane, again treated us with his usual hospitality, giving us an ox, some meal, and milk.

We took another view of the grand Mosi-oa-tunya, and planted a quantity of seeds in the garden on the island; but, as no one will renew the hedge, the hippopotami will, doubtless, soon destroy what we planted.

Mashotlane assisted us.

So much power was allowed to this under-chief, that he appeared as if he had cast off the authority of Sekeletu altogether.

He did not show much courtesy to his messengers; instead of giving them food, as is customary, he took the meat out of a pot in their presence, and handed it to his own followers.