"In the days of the Great Lion" (Sebituane), said his only sister, Moriantsiane's widow, whose husband Sekeletu had killed, "we had chiefs and little chiefs and elders to carry on the government, and the great chief, Sebituane, knew them all, and everything they did, and the whole country was wisely ruled; but now Sekeletu knows nothing of what his underlings do, and they care not for him, and the Makololo power is fast passing away." {3} The native doctors had given the case of Sekeletu up.

They could not cure him, and pronounced the disease incurable.

An old doctress from the Manyeti tribe had come to see what she could do for him, and on her skill he now hung his last hopes.

She allowed no one to see him, except his mother and uncle, making entire seclusion from society an essential condition of the much longed-for cure.

He sent, notwithstanding, for the Doctor; and on the following day we all three were permitted to see him.
He was sitting in a covered wagon, which was enclosed by a high wall of close-set reeds; his face was only slightly disfigured by the thickening of the skin in parts, where the leprosy had passed over it; and the only peculiarity about his hands was the extreme length of his finger-nails, which, however, was nothing very much out of the way, as all the Makololo gentlemen wear them uncommonly long.