188 quexdende's toliteness. 



canoes. While this tedious process was going on, I was in- 

 formed that it is called the Mona-Kalueje, or brother of 

 Kalueje, as it flows into that river; that both the Kalueje 

 and Livoa flow into the Leebe ; and that the Chifumadze, 

 swollen by the Lotembwa, is a feeder of that river also, 

 below the point where we lately crossed it. 



As we were crossing the river, we were joined by a mes- 

 senger from Katema, called Shakatwala. This person was 

 a sort of steward or factotum to his chief. Every chief has 

 one attached to his person, and, though generally poor, 

 they are invariably men of great shrewdness and ability. 

 They act the part of messengers on all important occasions, 

 and possess considerable authority in the chief's house- 

 hold. Shakatwala informed us that l^atema had not re- 

 ceived precise information about us, but if we were peaceably 

 disposed, as he loved strangers, we were to come to his 

 town. We proceeded forthwith, but were turned aside, by 

 the strategy of our friend Intemese, to the village of 

 Quendende, the father-in-law of Katema. This fine old 

 man was so very polite that we did not regret being obliged 

 to spend Sunday at his village. He expressed his pleasure 

 at having a share in the honor of a visit as well as Katema, 

 though it seemed to me that the conferring that pleasure 

 required something like a pretty good stock of impudence, 

 in leading twenty-seven men through the country without 

 the means of purchasing food. My men did a little busi- 

 ness for themselves in the begging line : they generally 

 commenced every interview with new villagers by saying, 

 "1 have come from afar; give me something to eat." I 

 forbade this at first, believing that, as the Makololo had a 

 bad name, the villagers gave food from fear. But, after 

 some time, it was evident that in many cases maize and 

 manioc were given from pure generosity. The first time I 

 came to this conclusion was at the house of Mozinkwa : 

 scarcely any one of my men returned from it without 

 something in his hand ; and as they protested they had not 



