A HINT FOR COOKS. 
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heavy loads of beef. The paunch they converted into 
a bag, and scooped up the whole of the clotted blood 
from the inside of the animal, which had been shot 
through the lungs, filled the bag with the most nau¬ 
seous mess you can imagine, fastened up the mouth 
with two sticks crossed rather ingeniously, and at the 
first Amatonga kraals took possession of a pot, and 
boiled bag and all the contents for a glorious repast. 
I preferred a mess of Inyouti porridge, a new 
seed to me, small and not unlike millet, to supping 
with my morning’s friends, and found it very nice, 
but I greatly missed the new milk so abundant in the 
Zulu land. The Amatongas have no cattle, lest the 
possession of them should excite the cupidity of 
their warlike neighbours, who would soon exterminate 
the more timid Amatongas. 
After about seven hours’ sharpish walking through 
a very thick scrubby country, and apparently very 
poor land, we came out into a clearance and saw 
cultivated grounds, the first Amatonga kraals I had 
ever met with. They much resemble the Zulu huts, 
but have larger door-ways ; and as the Amatongas 
have no cattle, there are no fences round their kraals, 
which are dotted about much more irregularly than 
those of the Zulus. There was nothing but dense 
bush and large timber to be seen in any direction. 
I was hospitably received by the captain, who 
allotted me a hut to sleep in. At supper I had the 
most delicious Bashoo nuts I ever ate. They were 
roasted in the embers of the fire, and taste exactly 
