his neck, another fastened the round bottom of a milk
tin in a jaunty fashion on to his black hair. Every
tin we opened and finished was eagerly picked up by
our followers and carried in net bags all the way,
with a view to making some object of ornament out
of them. Even when given an old pair of boots, the
recipient only took out the brass hooks and eyes to
fasten as ornaments in his loin-cloth, and cast the
rest away.
On leaving Fort Victoria O we follow' ed the Chartered
Company’s road for forty miles northwards
with our waggons to Makori post station. One day
we were encamped near the two large villages of
TJmfanipatza and Sibibabira built on two rocks, but
now, with the confidence inspired by the presence of
the Chartered Company, the inhabitants are beginning
to build huts on the flat space around. We paid a visit
to them both, and admired the tall euphorbia which
grew in them and the rich entanglement of begonia
and other creepers then in flower. In one hut we
found a man weaving a bark blanket very neatly
with no loom, only platting it with his fingers. It
was done with a kind of pink twine made of some
bark.A
t Makori post station, under the shade of wide-
spreading trees, and in close proximity to some
fantastic granite rocks, which rose like gigantic
menhirs out of the plain and were covered with an
almost scarlet lichen, we passed several busy days,
preparing cruppers, girths, and breast-bands for our
seven pack-donkeys ; bags for our coffee, sugar, and