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escape back to the Makololo country. My men remarked, 

 " He thinks, they will kill me as well as my friend." Katema 

 thought it the result of art, and had fears of my skill in 

 medicine and witchcraft. On this ground he refused to see 

 the magic lantern. 



We were visited by an old man who had been a constant 

 companion of the late Matiamvo, and, as I was sitting in front 

 of the little gipsy tent mending my camp-stool, I invited liim 

 to take a seat on the grass beside me. This was peremptorily 

 refused: "he had never sat on the ground during the late 

 chief's reign, and he was not going to degrade himself now."' 

 One of my men, handing him a log of wood taken from the 

 fire, helped him out of the difficulty. "When I offered him 

 some cooked meat on a plate he would not touch it, but 

 would take it home ; I therefore honoured him by sending a 

 servant to bear a few ounces of meat to the town behind him. 

 He mentioned the Lolo (Lulua) as the branch of the Zambesi (5°) 

 which flows southwards or S.S.E. ; but the people of Matiamvo 

 had never gone far down it, as their chief had always been 

 afraid of encountering a tribe who, from the description 

 given, I could recognise as the Makololo. He described five 

 rivers as falling into the Lolo, viz. the Lishish, Liss or Lise, 

 Kalileme, Ishidish, and Molong, none of which are large, but, 

 when united in the Lolo, form a considerable stream. The 

 country through which the Lolo flows is said to be flat, with 

 large patches of forest, and well peopled. In this report he 

 agreed perfectly with the people of Matiamvo whom we had 

 met at Quendende's village. But we never could get him, or 

 any one in this quarter, to draw a map on the ground, as 

 people do in the south. 



Katema promised us some of his people as carriers but his 

 authority does not appear to be very efficient, for they refused 

 to turn out for the work, and persisted in their refusal even 

 though our guide Shakatwala ran after seme of them with a 

 drawn sword. They were Balobale ; and he remarked that, 

 though he had received them as fugitives, they did not feel 

 grateful enough to obey, and if they continued rebellious he 

 must drive them back whence they came : but there is little 

 fear of that, as all the chiefs are excessively anxious to collect 

 mea in great numbers around them. 



