suffice to cut off all the real Makololo ; they came originally
from the healthy South, near the confluence of the Likwa
and Namagari, where fever is almost unknown, and its
ravages had been as frightful among them here, as amongst
Europeans on the Coast. Sebituane’s sister described its first
appearance among the tribe, after their settling in the Ba-
rotse Valley on the Zambesi. Many of them were seized
with a shivering sickness, as if from excessive cold : they
had never seen the like before. They made great fires,
and laid the shivering wretches down before them ; but,
pile on wood as they might, they could not raise heat
enough to drive thé cold out of the bodies of the sufferers,
and they shivered on till they died. But, though all preferred
the highlands, they were afraid to go there, lest the Matebele
should come and rob them of their much-loved cattle. Sebi-
tuane, with all.his veterans, could not withstand that enemy;
and how could they be resisted, now that most of the brave
warriors were dead ? The young men would break, and run
away the moment they saw the terrible Matebele ; being as
much afraid of them, as the black conquered tribes are of
the Makololo. “ But if the Doctor and his wife,” said the
Chief and counsellors, “ would come and live with us, we
would remove to the highlands at once, as Moselekatse
would not attack a place where the daughter of his friend,
Moffat, was living.”
The Makololo are by far the most intelligent and
enterprising of the tribes we have met. None but brave
and daring men remained long with Sebituane, his stern
discipline soon eradicated cowardice from his army. Death
was the inevitable doom of the coward. I f thè Chief saw
a man running away from the fight, he rushed after him
with amazing speed, and cut him down; or waited till he
returned to the town, and then summoned the deserter
into his presence. “ You did not wish to die on the field,
you wished to die at home, did you ? you shall have your
wish!” and he was instantly led off and executed. The
present race of young men are inferior in most respects to
their fathers. The old Makololo had many manly virtues;
they were truthful, and never stole, excepting in what they
considered the honourable way of lifting cattle in fair fight.
But this can hardly be said of their sons; who, having
been brought up among the subjected tribes, have acquired
some of the vices peculiar to' a menial and degraded race. A
few of the old Makololo cautioned us not to leave any of
our property exposed, as the blacks were great thieves; and
some of our own men advised us to be on our guard, as the
Makololo also would steal. A very few trifling articles were
stolen by a young Makololo; and he, on being spoken to on
the subject, showed great ingenuity in excusing himself, by a
plausible and untruthful story. The Makololo of old were hard
workers, and did not consider labour as beneath them; but
their sons never work, regarding it as fit only for the
Mashona and Makalaka servants. . Sebituane, seeing that
the rival tribes had the advantage over his, in knowing how
to manage canoes, had his warriors taught to navigate;
and his own son, with his companions, paddled the Chief’s
canoe. All the dishes, baskets, stools, and canoes, are
made by the black tribes called Manyeti and Matlotlora.
The houses are built by the women and servants. The Makololo
women are vastly superior to any we have yet seen.
They are of a light warm brown complexion, have pleasant
countenances, and are remarkably quick of apprehension.
They dress neatly, wearing a kilt and mantle, and have
many ornaments. Sebituane’s sister, the head lady of