Never before did we see so many old, grey- headed men and women; leaning on their staves they came with the others to see the white men.

The aged chief, Muata Manga, could hardly have been less than ninety years of age; his venerable appearance struck the Makololo.

"He is an old man," said they, "a very old man; his skin hangs in wrinkles, just like that on elephants' hips." "Did you never," he was asked, "have a fit of travelling come over you; a desire to see other lands and people ?" No, he had never felt that, and had never been far from home in his life.

For long life they are not indebted to frequent ablutions.

An old man told us that he remembered to have washed once in his life, but it was so long since that he had forgotten how it felt.
"Why do you wash ?" asked Chinsunse's women of the Makololo; "our men never do." The superstitious ordeal, by drinking the poisonous muave, obtains credit here; and when a person is suspected of crime, this ordeal is resorted to.