106 IDEAS OF JUSTICE AND BEAUTY. 



placency of the world is the child of self-ignorance and blind- 

 ness. These women would say : " Is that me ? " " What a 

 big mouth I have ! " " My ears are as big as pumpkin leaves." 

 " I have no chin at all." " I would have been pretty, but am 

 spoiled by these high cheek-bones." " See how my head shoots 

 up in the middle." Their merry laughter with these jokes 

 afforded the over-worked and anxious-hearted missionary much 

 amusement. 



The men rejoice in their javelins and the strong ox-hide 

 shields. They are dexterous in the use of the one, and throw 

 the other with singular force and exactness of aim. Their 

 trained courage causes them to despise pain and weariness. 



There are regular courts, where, in the settlement of the 

 graver difficulties, the proper deliberation and care are employed 

 to bring out the truth and render justice. In these courts the 

 accused and the accuser are brought face to face, each supported 

 by his witnesses ; all parties tell their stories, and the chief men 

 render the decision, which none desire to question. All respect 

 the decisions of the court. 



After spending a month in the hospitable town of Sekeletu, 

 Dr. Livingstone was attended by that young chieftain in a tour 

 northward as far as Naliele, the capital of the Barotse country. 

 Their path lay along the upper bank of the Chobe. That noble 

 river with its fortress of reeds was on their right hand. Every 

 now and then one of those singular miniature mountains reared 

 by the interminable industry of the tiny ant was passed, its 

 broad, gentle, fertile slopes inviting the diligence of the natives 

 to the culture of their choicest plants. The rich tenacious loam 

 on the flats between these ant-hills suggested the hope of cotton- 

 fields, and everywhere the hanging fruit banished the fear of 

 want. The hundred and sixty attendants in a long line wind- 

 ing through these scenes completed a view as picturesque as 

 could be. The waving feathers, the dangling ox-tails, the flashy 

 prints, the red tunics, the spears and shields, and clubs and 

 battle-axes, the laughter, the shouts, the antelopes bounding 

 across the way and splashing through the ponds, all the forest 

 inhabitants in turn coming forward to view the trespass — it 

 was a unique picture and full of interest. 



An African chief had taken up the generous man who had 



