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to the other, until he gets quite enraged. In the evening I have seen the 

 poor fellow get up in a tree, and in a voice loud enough to be heard by the 

 whole village, cry out, " I thought I had married five wives, but I find I have 

 married five witches ; they will not let me have any food." The punishment 

 a woman receives for striking her husband, I thought very odd, the first time 

 I saw it in the town of Sechele. The chief's place is usually in the centre of 

 the town. If a woman happens to forgot herself so far as to give her husband 

 a blow, she is brought into the centre of the town, and is obliged to take him 

 on her back and carry him home, amid the jeering and laughter of the people, 

 some of the women crying out, " Give it to him again." 



Slavery exists in the country, i. e., domestic slavery ; but the exportation 

 of slaves is effectually repressed. I found in Angola, that slaves could scarcely 

 be sold at all. I saw boys of 14 years of age, sold for the low sum of 12s. 

 If they could send these to Brazil, they would fetch a very much higher price, 

 perhaps 60 dollars. In passing along, we went in ompany with some native 

 Portuguese, who were going into the interior, and who had eight slave women 

 with them, and were taking them towards the centre of the country to sell them 

 for ivory. It shows that the trade is turning back towards the interior. In 

 passing through the country, I found that the English name had penetrated a long 

 way in. The English are known as the tribe " that likes the black man." The 

 Portuguese, unfortunately, had been fighting with them near Tete ; but the 

 natives had been aided by half-breeds, and kept the Portuguese shut up at 

 Tete, two whole years. In coming down the river, I knew nothing of this 

 war. Once we saw great numbers of armed men going along the hills and 

 collecting into a large force, and all the women and children sent out of the 

 way. When we got to where they were, some of the great men came to ask 

 what I was ? " Are you a Mozungo ?" — that is the name they apply to the 

 Portuguese ; I did not know it, however, at that time. " No," I said, "lam 

 a Lekoa." " Then," they said, " they did not know the Lekoa." I showed 

 them my arm. I could not show my face as anything particularly white, but 

 I showed my arm, and said, " Have the Mozungo skin like that ?" " No, no ; 

 we never saw such white skin." "Have they long hair like mine?" — the 

 Portuguese make a practice of cutting the hair short. " No ; you must then 

 be one of the white tribe ' that loves the black man.' " " Yes, I am." I was 

 then in the midst of the belligerents, without having any wish to engage in 

 the quarrel. They finally allowed me to pass. 



Once when we came to a tribe, one of my head men seemed to have become 

 insane and ran away, and we lost three days seeking for him. This tribe 

 demanded payment for leave to pass, and I gave them a piece of cloth. In 

 order to intimidate us they got up the Avar dance, and we made them another 

 offer, and gave another piece of cloth. But this was not satisfactory, and then 

 they got up their war dance in full armour, with their guns and drums and 



