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the road. . . . Noticed when out in the afternoon 

 and we crossed the river-bed, how easily the water 

 rose, when one of the boys scooped out a hole with 

 his hands ; very different from the dry river-beds 

 the other side Tati. 



" September 3d. — Morning felt very chilly. 

 Breakfast on 'biltong' 1 - and butter; the fresh butter 

 excellent. We branded and left ' Rondeberg,' 

 ' Engeland,' and ' Vinal.' The Boer put twelve of 

 his bullocks into my waggon, eight of mine in his, 

 and ' Donker,' ' Wildeman/ and ' Spot ' were driven. 

 . . . Trekked about twelve miles, from the Impakwe 

 to the Inkwisi River, and outspanned about 6 p.m. 



" September \th. — Cup of coffee, and went out 

 about 8 a.m., I and the old man riding, his son 

 walking ahead, and two of their men (Makalakas) 

 accompanying us. ... I do not admire the Mata- 

 bele particularly ; they are independent-looking and 

 well made, but I do not like their countenances. 

 The day following there were a great many about 

 the waggons, attracted by the flesh. They eat like 

 dogs, greedily. Beyond this river, which the Dutch- 

 man calls Makobi's, there was a tribe of Mungwato 

 people massacred some thirty or forty years ago by 

 the Matabele ; Makobi, the chief, being amongst 

 the slain. They were killed — men, women, and 

 children — to obtain possession of their land. A few 

 only escaped. 2 



1 Meat dried in the sun. 



2 This massacre took place in reality in 1863, Mahuku, son of 

 Makobi, being the chief slain, the latter having been already dead 

 some years. 



