
 
        
         
		firstly, the  Crown colony  to  the  south, with  its  railway,' 
  its  well-to-do  settlements  at  Taungs, Vryberg,  
 and  Mafeking,  and  with  its  native  chiefs  confined  
 within  certain  limits ;  secondly,  the  British  protec-  
 , torate to the north of this  over such chiefs as Batuen,  
 Pilan,  Linchwe,  and  Sechele,  extending  vaguely  to  
 the west into  the Kalahari  Desert,  and  bounded  by  
 the Limpopo Biver  and  the  Dutchmen  on  the  east ;  
 thirdly,  the  independent  dominions  of  the  native  
 chief Khama, who  rules  over  a vast  territory to  the  
 north,  and  whose  interests  are  entirely British,  for  
 with their  assistance  only  can  he hope  to  resist  the  
 attacks  of  his  inveterate  foe  King  Lobengula  of  
 Matabeleland. 
 Two roads through Bechuanaland to Mashonaland  
 were open to us from  Mafeking :  the  shorter  one  is  
 by the  river, which,  after  the  rains,  is  muddy  and  
 fever-stricken ;  thè  other  is  longer  and  less  frequented  
 ;  it passes  through  a  corner of  the Kalahari  
 Desert,  and  had the  additional  attraction  of  taking  
 us  through  the  capitals  of  all  the  principal chiefs :  
 consequently,  we  unhesitatingly  chóse  it,  and  it  is  
 this which I now propose  to  describe. 
 We may dismiss  the Crown  colony of  Bechuanaland  
 with  a  few  words.  It  differs  little  from  any  
 other such  colony in  South  Africa,  and  the  natives  
 and their chiefs have little or no identity left to them.  
 Even the once famous Montsoia, chief of the Ba-rolo,ngs  
 of  Mafeking,  has  sunk  into  the  lowest  depths  of  
 servile submission ;  he  recéives a monthly pension of  
 251., which said sum he  always puts under his  pillow 
 and sleeps upon ;  he is  avaricious in his old age,  and  
 dropsical, and surrounded by women who  delight  to  
 wrap  their  swarthy  frames in  gaudy garments  from  
 Europe.  He is nominally a  Christian,  and has  been  
 made an E.O.S., or Priend of Ally Sloper,  and, as  the  
 latter title is  more in  accordance with his  tastes, he  
 points with pride to  the diploma which hangs  on the  
 walls of his hut. 
 From Mafeking to Kanya,  the  capital of  Batuen,  
 chief of the Ba-Ngwatetse tribe, is about eighty miles.  
 At first the road is  treeless,  until  the  area is reached  
 where  terminates the  cutting down of  timber for  the  
 support  of  the  diamond mines  g,t  Kimberley,  a  process  
 which  has  denuded  all  southern  Bechuanaland  
 of trees,  and is gradually creeping  north.  The rains  
 were  not  over  when  we  started,  and  we  found  the  
 road saturated with moisture;  and in two days,  near  
 the  Kamatlabama  Liver,  our  progress  was  just  one  
 mile,  in which  distance  our waggons  had  to  be  unloaded  
 and  dug  out  six  times.  But  Bechuanaland  
 dries  quickly,  and  in  a  fortnight  after  this  we  had  
 nothing to drink but concentrated mud, which  made  
 our tea  and  coffee  so  similar  that it was  impossible  
 to tell the difference. 
 On one  occasion  during  our  midday halt we had  
 all  our  oxen  inoculated  with  the  virus  of  the  lmmC 
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 sickness,  for  this  fatal  malady  was  then  raging  in  
 Khama s  country.  Our  waggons  were  placed  side  
 by side, and with  an ingenious  contrivance of thongs  
 our  conductor  and  driver  managed  to  fasten  the  
 plunging animals by the horns, whilst  a string steeped