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of designs upon his watch-chain. A friend, how- 

 ever, knowing the custom, explained that the 

 native merely wished to kiss the hand, which was 

 his way of saying " Thank you." 



The love of litigation is strong in the Kaffir. 

 In a local case, the trouble was over a fowl, 

 valued at sixpence. The Kaffir who had sued for 

 this sixpence lost his case : took it to appeal, lost 

 again : then took it to a still higher court and 

 won ! It cost him fifty pounds altogether. But 

 he evidently thought it all worth while, judging 

 by the triumph with which on the final verdict 

 being delivered he turned to his adversary and 

 said in his native tongue : " I have thrust into 

 you an assegai ! " 



The effect of music on Kaffirs is interesting. 

 The gramophone, of course, is a stand-by in some 

 remote places where other music would be im- 

 possible. One morning one of these instruments 

 began on the record of Sir Edward Elgar's " Land 

 of Hope and Glory." At the moment, a Kaffir 

 shepherd was driving some sheep far up a steep 

 hill opposite. As soon as the music it was 

 the glorious voice of Clara Butt began to 

 ring out, the native suddenly stopped. Then he 

 quickly turned round. It was as if he had seen 

 a vision. He listened intently. The thrilling 

 solo continued ; and the man at the gramophone, 

 observing the native's attitude, turned the mouth of 

 the instrument right in his direction. Apparently 

 recognizing that the music was thus meant for him, 

 the Kaffir bared his head and stood listening with 

 a reverent wonder which was very impressive. 



