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MOZINKWA AND HIS FAMILY. 
Chap. XVII. 
viewed as great savages, but Intemese could not justly look with 
scorn on them, for he has the mark of a large gash on his arm, 
got in lighting; and he would never tell the cause of battle, but 
boasted of his powers as the Makololo do, till asked about a scar 
on his back, betokening anything but bravery. 
Intemese was useful in cases like that of Monday, when we 
came upon a whole village in a forest enjoying their noonday 
nap. Our sudden appearance in their midst so terrified them, 
that one woman nearly went into convulsions from fear. When 
they saw and heard Intemese, their terror subsided. 
As usual, we were caught by rains after leaving Soana Mo- 
lopo’s, and made our booths at the house of Mozinkwa, a most 
intelligent and friendly man belonging to Katema. He had a 
fine large garden in cultivation, and well hedged round. He 
had made the walls of his compound, or courtyard, of branches 
of the banian, which, taking root, had grown to be a live hedge 
of that tree. Mozinkwa’s wife had cotton growing all round 
her premises, and several plants used as relishes to the insipid 
porridge of the country. She cultivated also the common castor- 
oil plant, and a larger shrub {Jatropha curcas), which also yields 
a purgative oil. Here, however, the oil is used for anointing 
the heads and bodies alone. We saw in her garden likewise the 
Indian bringalls, yams, and sweet potatoes. Several trees were 
planted in the middle of the yard, and in the deep shade they 
gave, stood the huts of his fine family. His children, all by one 
mother, very black but comely to view, were the finest negro 
family I ever saw. We were much pleased with the frank 
friendship and liberality of this man and his wife. Slie asked 
me to bring her a cloth from the white man’s country, but, when 
we returned, poor Mozinkwa’s wife was in her grave, and he, as 
is the custom, had abandoned trees, garden, and huts to ruin. 
They cannot live on a spot where a favourite wife has died, pro¬ 
bably because unable to bear the remembrance of the happy 
times they have spent there, or afraid to remain in a spot where 
death has once visited the establishment. If ever the place is 
re-visited, it is to pray to her, or make some offering. This feeling 
renders any permanent village in the country impossible. 
We learned from Mozinkwa tliat Soana Molopo was the elder 
brother of Katema, but that he was wanting in wisdom; and 
