812 LIFE OF DA VID LIVINGSTONE, LL.D. 



Some wear tin ear-rings all round the ear, no fewer than nine often in each 

 ear. There was nothing to indicate that they had the slightest idea of there 

 being anything peculiar in the no-dress-at-all style of their order. They rub 

 their bodies with red ochre. Some plait a fillet two inches wide, of the inner 

 bark of trees, shave the wool off the lower part of the head to an inch above 

 the ear, tie this fillet on, having rubbed it and the wool which is left with the 

 red ochre mixed in oil. It gives them the appearance of having on a neat 

 forage-cap. This, with some strings of beads, a little polished iron wire 

 round the arms, the never-failing pipe, and a small pair of tongs to lift up a 

 coal to light it with, constitute all the clothing the most dandyfied Endah 

 Peze ever wears. 



" They raise immense quantities of tobacco on the banks of the Zambesi 

 in the winter months, and are, perhaps, the most inveterate smokers in the 

 world. The pipe is seldom out of their hands. They are as polite smokers 

 as any ever found in a railway carriage. When they came with a present, 

 although it was their own country, before lighting their pipes they asked if 

 we had any objections to their smoking beside us, which of course, contrary 

 to railway travellers, we never had. They have invented a novel mode of 

 smoking, which may interest those who are fond of the weed at home. They 

 take a whiff, puff out the grosser smoke, then by a sudden inhalation before 

 all is out contrive to catch, as they say, and swallow the pure spirit of the 

 tobacco, its real essence, which common smokers lose entirely. Their tobacco 

 is said to be very strong ; it is certainly very cheap ; a few strings of beads 

 will purchase as much as will last any reasonable smoker half a year. Their 

 government, whatever it may have been formerly, is now that of separate 

 and independent chiefs." 



At Moachemba, the first of the Batoka villages which owed allegiance to 

 Sekeletu, the party distinctly saw the smoke of the Victoria Falls, twenty 

 miles distant. Here their native attendants heard news from home. Take- 

 lang's wife had been killed by Sekeletu's headman at the Falls, on a charge 

 of witchcraft ; Inchikola's two wives, believing him to be dead, had married 

 again ; and Masakasa was intensely disquieted to hear that two years before 

 his friends, giving him up for dead, had held a kind of Irish wake in his 

 honour, slaughtered all. his oxen, and thrown his shield over the Falls. He 

 declared he would devour them, and when they came to salute him would 

 say, "I am dead; I am not here; I belong to another world, and should stink 

 if I came among you." The Batoka wife of Sima, who had remained faithful 

 to him during his absence, came to welcome him back, and took the young 

 wife he had brought with him from Tete away with her without a murmur of 

 disapproval. At night, when the camp was quiet, Takelang fired his musket 

 and cried out, " I am weeping for my wife ; my court is desolate j I have no 

 home I " ending with a loud wail of anguish. 



