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RESUMPTION OF THE JOURNEY. 
hopes of Mosioatunya’s abilities as a nursery-man. M) 
only source of fear is the hippopotami, whose footprints 1 
saw on the island. When the garden was prepared, I cut 
my initials on a tree, and the date 1855. This was the only 
Instance in which I indulged in this piece of vanity. The 
garden stands in front, and, were there no hippopotami, 1 
have no doubt but this will be the parent of all the gardens 
which may yet be in this new country. We then went up 
to Kalai again. 
20 th November . — Sekelotu and his largo party having 
conveyed me thus far, and furnished me with a company 
of one hundred and fourteen men to carry the tusks to the 
coast, we bado adieu to the Makololo and proceeded north- 
ward to the Lokone. The country around is very beautiful, 
and was once well peopled with Batoka, who possessed 
enormous herds of cattle. When Sobituane came in former 
times, with his small but warlike party of Makololo, to 
this spot, a general rising took place of the Batoka through 
the whole country, in order to “oat him up;” but his usual 
success followed him, and, dispersing them, the Makololo 
obtained so many cattle that they could not take any note 
of the herds of sheep and goats. The tsetse has been 
brought by buffaloes into some districts where formerly 
cattle abounded. This obb'god us to travel the first few 
stages by night. We could not well detoct the nature of 
tho country in the dim moonlight: the path, however, 
seemed to load along the high bank of what may have 
been the ancient bed of tho Zambesi before the fissure was 
made. The Lokone now winds in it in an opposite direc- 
tion to that in which tho anciont river must have flowed. 
24</t. — We remained a day at the village of Moyara- 
Here the valley in which tho Lekone flows trends away to 
the eastward, while our course is more to the northeast 
The country is rocky and rough, tho soil being red sand* 
which is covered with beautiful green trees, yielding abun- 
dance of wild fruits. The father of Moyara was a powerfa* 
chief; but the son now sits among the ruins of tho town* 
