EX A CTIONS OF L OBENG ULA. 1 8 7 
" The little horse I sold him for ;^ 2 3 when last 
at his town had got over the sickness, as I fully 
expected he would, and was ' salted,' and must be 
now worth from ^80 to ^100. I should never have 
parted with him, had not Mr. Thomson advised me 
to do so, in order to ensure his goodwill in case I 
wanted to go to the Zambesi. It seems, however, 
that he did not do for me what he might have 
done, and it has been suggested to me that this was 
because I refused to sell him my gun also ! I think 
I told you that I gave him a gun when first I saw 
him, but he wanted very much another I had, offer- 
ing me £60 or £']0 worth of ivory for it, but I per- 
sisted in refusing to let him have it, and then it was 
he asked for the horse, and would not let the subject 
drop till he got the animal, and got him at his own 
price. I am afraid he is very little better than the 
generality of Kafirs, and certainly I have experienced 
anything but generous treatment at his hands — in- 
deed scarcely fair play. Yet there is no doubt that 
he is very much afraid of anything befalling white 
men in his country, either from sickness or any other 
cause ; and now, when he told me to go to the Zam- 
besi, he added, * Unless I was afraid of the sickness.' 
This idea of sickness, and the new fear of a con- 
tagious cattle disease, brought by white men, are 
causing a good deal of trouble. Dorehill, however, 
got leave to take his waggon on, and intends to go 
to the Zambesi when he leaves the King's. I rode 
back with Dorehill as far as his waggon, and there 
I met Mr. Thomson and his wife once more, return- 
