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CROP OF WOOL. 
Chap. XYII. 
by saying, I have come from afar; give me something to eat.” 
I forbade this at first, believing that, as the Makololo had a bad 
name, the villagers gave food from fear. But, after some time 
it was evident that in many cases maize and manioc were given 
from pure generosity. The first time I came to this conclusion 
was at the house of Mozinkwa; scarcely any one of my men 
returned from it without something in his hand; and as they 
protested they had not begged, I asked himself, and found that 
it was the case, and that he had given spontaneously. In other 
parts the chiefs attended to my wants, and the common people 
gave liberally to my men. I presented some of my razors and 
iron spoons to different headmen, but my men had nothing to 
give; yet every one tried to appropriate an individual in each 
village as ‘‘ Molekane,” or comrade, and the villagers often 
assented; so if the reader remembers the molekane system of 
the Mopato, he may perceive that those who presented food 
freely would expect the Makololo to treat them in hke manner, 
should they ever be placed in similar circumstances. Their 
country too is so fertile that they are in no want of food them¬ 
selves ; however, their generosity was remarkable; only one 
woman refused to give some of my men food, but her husband 
calling out to her to be more liberal, she obeyed, scolding all 
the while. 
In this part of the country, buffaloes, elands, koodoos, and 
various antelopes are to be found; but we did not get any, as 
they are exceedingly wary from being much hunted. We had 
the same woodland and meadow as before, with here and there 
pleasant negro villages; and being all in good health, could 
enjoy the fine green scenery. 
Quendende’s head was a good specimen of the greater crop of 
wool with which the negroes of Londa are furnished. The front 
was parted in the middle, and plaited into two thick rolls, which, 
falling down behind the ears, reached the shoulders; the rest 
was collected into a large knot, which lay on the nape of the 
neck. As he was an intelligent man, we had much conversation 
together; he had just come from attending the funeral of one of 
his people, and I found that the great amount of drum-beating 
which takes place on these occasions was with the idea that the 
Barimo, or spirits, could be di’ummed to sleep. There is a drum 
