48 Notes on South African Hunting. 
We touch the River. 
an old native woman gave us some Kafir corn, 
which we were glad of, as we had had no 
farinaceous food for some days. Civilized man 
is a poor creature. He cannot live on bread 
alone, nor on meat alone ; nor can he do as 
the Kafirs and wild beasts do, eat enormously, 
and then fast a week or two in comfort. We 
found these deficiencies of constitution exces¬ 
sively trying at times. 
Kafir corn grows in a head, and looks like 
millet. If one boils it for several hours in 
several waters, it becomes fit to poison a pig 
with. A short walk next morning through a 
beautiful country brought us within sight of the 
Zambesi, about seventy miles above the Falls ; 
and by the edge of the river we found Mr. 
Westbeach’s wagons. He has moved here 
from Pondamatenga, and is going to build a 
store here—a work I would rather he undertook 
than I, as to call this a place for nine months 
in the year unhealthy, would be to laud it into 
a sanatorium. 
The Zambesi during certain months of the 
year overflows its banks for some hundreds of 
yards on both sides. When it returns to its 
