338 MOZINKWA AND HIS FAMILY. 



viewed as great savages, but Intemese could not justly look with 

 scorn on them, for he has the mark of a large gash on his arm, 

 got in fighting ; and he would never tell the cause of battle, but 

 boasted of his powers as the Makololo do, till asked about a scar 

 on his back, betokening any thing but bravery. 



Intemese was useful in cases like that of Monday, when we 

 came upon a whole village in a forest enjoying their noonday nap. 

 Our sudden appearance in their midst so terrified them that one 

 woman nearly went into convulsions from fear. When they saw 

 and heard Intemese, their terror subsided. 



As usual, we were caught by rains after leaving Soana Molo- 

 po's, and made our booths at the house of Mozinkwa, a most in- 

 telligent and friendly man belonging to Katema. He had a fine 

 large garden in cultivation, and well hedged round. He had made 

 the walls of his compound, or court-yard, of branches of the ban- 

 ian, which, taking root, had grown to be a live hedge of that tree. 

 Mozinkwa's wife had cotton growing all round her premises, and 

 several plants used as relishes to the insipid porridge of the coun- 

 try. She cultivated also the common castor-oil plant, and a larger 

 shrub (Jatropha curcas), which also yields a purgative oil. Here, 

 however, the oil is used for anointing the heads and bodies alone. 

 We saw in her garden likewise the Indian bringalls, yams, and 

 sweet potatoes. Several trees were planted in the middle of the 

 yard, and in the deep shade they gave stood the huts of his fine 

 family. His children, all by one mother, very black, but come- 

 ly to view, were the finest negro family I ever saw. We were 

 much pleased with the frank friendship and liberality of this 

 man and his wife. She asked me to bring her a cloth from 

 the white man's country ; but, when we returned, poor Mozink- 

 wa's wife was in her grave, and he, as is the custom, had aban- 

 doned trees, garden, and huts to ruin. They can not live on a 

 spot where a favorite wife has died, probably because unable to 

 bear the remembrance of the happy times they have spent there, 

 or afraid to remain in a spot where death has once visited the es- 

 tablishment. If ever the place is revisited, it is to pray to her, or 

 make some offering. This feeling renders any permanent village 

 in the country impossible. 



We learned from Mozinkwa that Soana Molopo was the elder 

 brother of Katema, but that he was wanting in wisdom ; and 



