The young ones were playing with each other like young puppies, climbing on the backs of their dams, trying to take hold of one another by the jaws and tumbling over into the water.

Mbia, one of the Makololo, waded across to within a dozen yards of the drowsy beasts, and shot the father of the herd; who, being very fat, soon floated, and was secured at the village below.

The headman of the village visited us while we were at breakfast.

He wore a black "ife" wig and a printed shirt.

After a short silence he said to Masakasa, "You are with the white people, so why do you not tell them to give me a cloth ?" "We are strangers," answered Masakasa, "why do you not bring us some food ?" He took the plain hint, and brought us two fowls, in order that we should not report that in passing him we got nothing to eat; and, as usual, we gave a cloth in return.