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LOW HILLS. 
Chap. XXVIl. 
CHAPTEE XXVIL 
Low hills — Black soldier-ants ; their cannibalism — The plasterer and its 
chloroform — White ants, their usefulness — Mutokwane-smoking ; its 
effects — Border territory — Healthy table-lands — Geological formation 
— Cicadse — Trees — Flowers — River Kalomo — Physical conformation 
of country — Ridges, sanatoria — A wounded buffalo assisted — Buffalo- 
bird — Rhinoceros-bird — Leaders of herds — The honey-guide — The 
White Mountain — Mozuma river — Sebituane’s old home — Hostile 
village — Prophetic frenzy — Food of the elephant — Ant-hills — Friendly 
Batoka — Clothing despised — Method of salutation — Wild fruits — The 
captive released — Longings for peace — Pingola’s conquests — The village 
of Monze — Aspect of the country — Visit from the chief Monze and his 
wife — Central healthy stations — Friendly feelings of the people in 
reference to a white resident — Fertility of the soil — Bashukulompo 
mode of dressing their hair — Gratitude of the prisoner we released — 
Kindness and remarks of Monze’s sister—Dip of the rocks — Vegetation 
— Generosity of the inhabitants — Their anxiety for medicine — Hooping- 
cough — Birds and rain. 
Novemher ‘lltJi. — Still at Marimba’s. In tlie adjacent country 
palms abound, but none of tbat species which yields the oil; 
indeed that is met with only near the coast. There are numbers 
of flowers and bulbs just shooting up from the soil. The surface is 
rough and broken into gullies; and though the country is parched, 
it has not that appearance, so many trees having put forth their 
fresh green leaves at the time the rains ought to have come. 
Among the rest, stands the mola, with its dark brownish-green 
colour and spreading oak-Hke form. In the distance there are 
ranges of low hiUs. On the north we have one called Kanjele, 
and to the east that of Kaonka, to wliich we proceed to-morrow. 
We have made a considerable ddtour to the north, both on account 
of our wish to avoid the tsetse, and to visit the people. Those 
of Kaonka are the last Batoka we shall meet, in friendship with 
the Makololo. 
Walking down to the forest, after telling these poor people, for 
the first time in their lives, that the Son of God had so loved them 
as to come down from heaven to save them, I observed many 
