“The man, alarmed at the change, climbed a tree close by.  The woman glared at him fearfully, and, going to one side, she threw off her skin petticoat, when a perfect lion rushed out into the plain.  It bounded and crept among the bushes, towards the wild horses; and springing on one of them, it fell, and the lion lapped its blood.  The lion then came back to where the child was crying, and the man called from the tree, ’Enough, enough! do not hurt me!  Put off your lion’s shape.  I will never ask to see you thus again.’

“The lion looked at him and growled.  ’I will remain here till I die,’ said the man, ‘if you do not become a woman again.’

“The mane and tail then began to disappear; the lion went towards the bush where the skin petticoat lay; it was slipped on, and the woman, again in her proper shape, took up the child.  The man descended, partook of the horse’s flesh, but never again asked the woman to catch game for him.”

GEORGE.  “This is very droll:  but I think they must be very ignorant people to believe such absurdities.”

EMMA.  “I have Walwisch Bay.  There is a broad sandy beach around it, and sand-hills heaped up in various forms inland, and the general aspect of things here is very wild and Arabian-like.  The climate is healthy and good.  It is hot in the beginning of the year; but from May until August it is cool and pleasant.”

MRS. WILTON.  “About three miles from Walwisch Bay, or Bay of Whales, is a Hottentot village, containing nearly 300 inhabitants, who are a friendly, harmless people, but very indolent and filthy.  Both sexes dress alike, in the skins of animals sewed together with the sinews of the same animals, in the form of a blanket, which they throw over their shoulders, with the hair-side next to their bodies.  The women are only distinguished by the profusion of their ornaments.  These consist of shells, bones, and minerals of different kinds, and are worn about the neck and wrists.  They are all expert hunters and fishers.  They devour their fish raw, and the small ones without even divesting them of their entrails; what they cannot eat they pickle with salt procured at the head of the bay.”

GEORGE.  “What nasty disgusting people, to eat raw fish!”

MR. WILTON.  “In appeasing the cravings of hunger they are, in fact, horribly disgusting, being actually more fond of the entrails of cattle and sheep than of any other part; and when an animal is killed, these people positively devour its entrails raw, even before they are cold, while they will refuse to partake of the carcass, cooked or otherwise.”

DORA.  “Now we pass on to Great and Little Fish Bays, which are on the coast of that wretched slave country, Benguela.”