26 Notes on South African Hunting, 
Some Chiefs. 
trousers, some boots, or a hat; and the inter¬ 
view finished by his trying to sell us a dozen of 
his wives for a bottle of brandy. 
Old Montsioa, the chief of the Baralong, 
lives at Mafeking, and is a very decent, fat old 
gentleman, and wears a yellow hat. He is a 
most plucky old chap, and the fight his tribe 
made for four years against the Boer filibusters 
is worthy of a line in history. Of course he 
has the usual failings of natives—except that 
he does not drink—but, taken all round, he is 
a very good old fellow. 
The next chief north of Montsioa, is Gasitsue. 
He is another drunken sweep like Mankoroane^ 
and looks a thorough paced rascal. He has a 
son who is what his father looks. 
Sechele, chief of the Bakwena, is the Earl of 
Warwick of South Africa. He has spent all 
his life deposing and setting up other chiefs, 
and has found it a profitable business, as the 
new chief always gave a good present—if he 
didn’t, he was deposed again. 
Sechele dresses in the height of fashion. 
His state dress is a pair of cheap trousers, an 
old blue velvet stage cloak with a tinsel lion- 
