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excessive. During the march we came upon a Mosarwa camp 
under mabula trees, just deserted at our approach. Their 
miserable utensils and a few straw mats were lying scattered in 
the sand in the haste these poor beings made to escape with 
their more valuable weapons and skins. 
On the following day our march continued over, first, a large 
open flat five miles wide, devoid of game, and then over a 
succession of sand-belts and laagtes, till after going fifteen miles 
in a west-south-west direction we came to a stockaded village 
belonging to one Makoyo, a nephew of 
King Debabe, or Indala, as he is also 
locally called, of the Okovanga. 
During the day we were somewhat 
alarmed for the life of one of the new 
boys, a young man, who, evidently un¬ 
accustomed to the use of it, had inhaled 
several strong whiffs of ‘ insangu ’ (can¬ 
nabis indica) smoke in rapid succession 
into his lungs from a native horn pipe 
while resting at mid-day. He fell over 
with his head in the sand and ceased 
breathing altogether, while his heart 
beat fainter and fainter, and his skin 
assumed the appearance known as ‘ goose skin ’ in a marked 
degree. We rolled him about and dashed water on his 
unconscious face for full ten minutes before he recovered, when 
in a dazed manner he stretched out his hand for another 
whiff at the pipe which was going the rounds amongst the 
boys. None of the boys evinced the least sympathy, or assisted 
at his revival, beyond hitting him once with a stick and calling 
his name. They only laughed, and I believe he would verily 
have died but for our assistance, for his lungs were entirely 
filled with smoke from the narcotic weed, which would have 
done its work effectually, but for being ejected out by the 
treatment we instituted. 
The smoking of ‘ insangu 5 or ‘ dacha,’ as it is variously called, 
