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hearted, nor let your hearts be sore, but believe all the words 

 of Monare (the Doctor) for his heart is white as milk towards 

 the Makololo. I dreamed that he was coming, and that the 

 tribe would live, if you prayed to God and gave heed to the 

 word of Monare." Ma-Pulenyane showed Dr. Livingstone 

 the burying-place where poor Helmore and seven others were 

 laid, distinguishing those whom he had put to rest, and those 

 for whom Mafale had performed that last office. Nothing 

 whatever marked the spot, and with the native idea of hiding 

 the dead, it was said, "it will soon be all overgrown with 

 bushes, for no one will cultivate there." None but Ma- 

 Pulenyane approached the place, the others stood at a re- 

 spectful distance ; they invariably avoid everything connected 

 with death, and no such thing as taking portions of human 

 bodies to make charms of, as is the custom further north, 

 has ever been known among the Makololo. 



When the wagon was left eight years before, several loose 

 articles, as the medicine-chest, magic lantern, tools, and books, 

 were given, by Sekeletu, into the charge of his wives. Every- 

 thing was now found in safety. The wagon was in sufficiently 

 good condition for the Doctor to sleep in, though the cover- 

 ing had partly rotted off, and when the Chief was absent at 

 the Barotse, the white ants had destroyed one of the wheels. 

 Sekeletu's wives, Seipone and Mantu, without being asked, 

 cooked abundance of good beef, and baked a large supply of 

 little cakes after the pattern which the Makololo, who went to 

 Loanda, had brought back to them. With gentle reproaches 

 for not bringing Ma-Eobert, or Mrs. Livingstone, they re- 

 peated some of the prattle of her children in Sechuana, and 

 said, "Are we never more to know anything of them but 

 their names?" These little points are noticed with feelings 

 of gratitude for abundant and unvarying kindness on nu- 

 merous occasions during many years. But no man in his 



