in the little village near Sindabwe, where our men contrived to purchase plenty of beer, and were uncommonly boisterous all the evening.  We breakfasted next morning under green wild date-palms, beside the fine flowery stream, which runs through the charming valley of Zibah.  We now had Mount Chiperiziwa between us, and part of the river near Morumbwa, having in fact come north about in order to avoid the difficulties of our former path.  The last of the deserters, a reputed thief, took French leave of us here.  He left the bundle of cloth he was carrying in the path a hundred yards in front of where we halted, but made off with the musket and most of the brass rings and beads of his comrade Shirimba, who had unsuspectingly intrusted them to his care.

Proceeding S.W. up this lovely valley, in about an hour’s time we reached Sandia’s village.  The chief was said to be absent hunting, and they did not know when he would return.  This is such a common answer to the inquiry after a headman, that one is inclined to think that it only means that they wish to know the stranger’s object before exposing their superior to danger.  As some of our men were ill, a halt was made here.

As we were unable to march next morning, six of our young men, anxious to try their muskets, went off to hunt elephants.  For several hours they saw nothing, and some of them, getting tired, proposed to go to a village and buy food.  “No!” said Mantlanyane, “we came to hunt, so let us go on.”  In a short time they fell in with a herd of cow elephants and calves.  As soon as the first cow caught sight of the hunters on the rocks above her, she, with true motherly instinct, placed her young one between her fore-legs for protection.  The men were for scattering, and firing into the herd indiscriminately.  “That won’t do,” cried Mantlanyane, “let us all fire at this one.”  The poor beast received a volley, and ran down into the plain, where another shot killed her; the young one escaped with the herd.  The men were wild with excitement, and danced round the fallen queen of the forest, with loud shouts and exultant songs.  They returned, bearing as trophies the tail and part of the trunk, and marched into camp as erect as soldiers, and evidently feeling that their stature had increased considerably since the morning.

Sandia’s wife was duly informed of their success, as here a law decrees that half the elephant belongs to the chief on whose ground it has been killed.  The Portuguese traders always submit to this tax, and, were it of native origin, it could hardly be considered unjust.  A chief must have some source of revenue; and, as many chiefs can raise none except from ivory or slaves, this tax is more free from objections than any other that a black Chancellor of the Exchequer could devise.  It seems, however, to have originated with the Portuguese themselves, and then to have spread among the adjacent tribes.  The Governors look