
 
        
         
		Men- also wear them for love philtres, and hence their  
 reluctance  to part with them. 
 During this day’s march we passed by a pond dug  
 in  a hollow which was in process of drying up.  These  
 holes  are dug by .the  natives  in  the  dry season with  
 the object of catching fish when the swamps dry up ;  
 also for fishing  they make  use  of  a  thing  very  like  
 our  lobster-pot,  which  they tie  to  a fence  across  a  
 rapid  portion  of  the  stream.  The  love  the  natives  
 have for salt throughout  this  saltless  country is  very  
 marked;  for  sugar  and  lollipops,  which  we  offered  
 them,  they  have  a  positive  aversion;  anything of  a  
 savoury  nature  pleases  them  immensely,  and  their  
 gestures of delight over the  scrapings  of  tins  of  anchovy  
 paste were most pleasing to contemplate.  Mice,  
 locusts, and caterpillars are their daintiest viands, and  
 if  given  a  lump  of  salt  they  will  put  it  straightway  
 into  their  mouths  and  consume  it  with  the  
 greatest complacency. 
 We  halted  that  night  at the village of Tandoro,  
 still  in  Kunzi’s  country,  with  a  solitary rock  in  its  
 midst,  divided into  two parts by a narrow split forming  
 a  gully which  is  bridged  over  by trees, so  that  
 they can retire  to  the  highest  point when  the  Mata-  
 bele come,  and wait  there  till  the  impi has departed  
 with their  cattle and grain. 
 I learnt here a little more concerning the mysteries  
 of hand-clapping  and greetings.  One of  our bearers  
 from Kunzi’s kraal, Girandali by name, had  relatives  
 here,  and I followed him to their hut,  the inmates  of  
 which were  seated  solemnly on  the  floor  and  began 
 to  clap,  whereupon  Girandali  commenced  to  relate  
 parenthetically  the  events  of  his  career  since  they  
 last met;  between each parenthesis  the host  clapped  
 and  said  his  name.  This  went  on  for  fully  ten  
 minutes,  each  parenthesis  'being  received with  more  
 or less clapping,  as  it  attracted  the  attention  of  his  
 hearers.  When  Girandali  had  done,  there  was  
 a  general  clapping"  which  lasted  for  some  time, 
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 and  then  the  formal  part  of  the  conversation  was  
 over. 
 The chief  of  a  neighbouring village, Bochiko  by  
 name, here paid us a visit.  He is a most curious specimen  
 of his race,  a veritable pigmy only four  feet four  
 inches  in height.  He has lost  all his toes in battle and  
 has had one leg broken and never se t; he wore a large  
 brass  ring  with  curious  patterns  on  it  on  his tiny  
 fingers,  and brass  bracelets  on  his  tiny arms, both of 
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