Comparatively few of these animals now remain between Sesheke and the Falls, and they are uncommonly wary, as it is certain death for one to be caught napping in the daytime.
On the 18th we entered Sesheke.

The old town, now in ruins, stands on the left bank of the river.

The people have built another on the same side, a quarter of a mile higher up, since their headman Moriantsiane was put to death for bewitching the chief with leprosy.

Sekeletu was on the right bank, near a number of temporary huts.

A man hailed us from the chiefs quarters, and requested us to rest under the old Kotla, or public meeting-place tree.