386 THE DICE DIVINER VANISHES. Chap. XIX. 



putrid bodies of the slain, a sad system nevertheless — yet 

 by no means so bad as that which, causing a still greater 

 waste of human life, consigns the surviving victims to per- 

 petual slavery. The Zulus are said never to sell their 

 captives. 



Several Senna men were of the land party ; one of these, 

 a dice diviner, being mortally afraid of the Mazitu bolted the 

 moment he saw our visitors. Before again starting, his com- 

 rades shouted for him, and called him by firing their muskets 

 for a long time ; but he could not be induced to come out 

 from his hiding-place. 



Continuing the journey that night as long as light served, 

 they slept unconsciously on the edge of a deep precipice, with- 

 out fire lest the Mazitu should see it. Next morning most 

 of the men were tired out, the dread of the apparition of the 

 day before tending probably to increase the lameness of 

 which they complained. When told, however, that all might 

 return to Mankambira's save two, Moloka and Charlie, they 

 would not, till assured that the act would not be considered 

 one of cowardice. Giving them one of the goats as provision, 

 another was slaughtered for the remainder of the party who, 

 having found on the rocks a canoe which had belonged to one 

 of the deserted villages, determined to put to sea again ; but 

 the craft was very small, and the remaining goat, spite of 

 many a threat of having its throat cut, jumped and rolled 

 about so, as nearly to capsize it ; so Dr. Livingstone took to 

 the shore again, and after another night spent without fire, 

 except just for cooking, was delighted to see the boat coming 

 back. 



We pulled that day to Mankambira's, a distance that on 

 shore, with the most heartbreaking toil, had taken three days 

 to travel. This was the last latitude taken, 11° 44' S. The 

 boat had gone about 24' further to the north, the land party 



