he word that is used among the Bakwains when
speaking of the Deity, he had only the idea of a chief, and was all
the while referring to Sekomi, while his victims were a party of rebel
Bushmen against whom he had been sent. If I had known the name of God
in the Bushman tongue the mistake could scarcely have occurred. It must,
however, be recollected, while reflecting on the degradation of the
natives of South Africa, that the farther north, the more distinct do
the native ideas on religious subjects become, and I have not had any
intercourse with either Caffres or Bushmen in their own tongues.

Leaving Motlatsa on the 8th of February, 1853, we passed down the
Mokoko, which, in the memory of persons now living, was a flowing
stream. We ourselves once saw a heavy thunder-shower make it assume
its ancient appearance of running to the north. Between Lotlakani and
Nchokotsa we passed the small well named Orapa; and another called
Thutsa lay a little to our right--its water is salt and purgative;
the salt-pan Chuantsa, having a cake of salt one inch and a half in
thickness, is about ten miles to the northeast of Orapa. This deposit
contains a bitter salt in addition, probably the nitrate of lime; the
natives, in order to render it palatable and wholesome, mix the salt
with the juice of a gummy plant, then place it in the sand and bake it
by making a fire over it; the lime then becomes insoluble and tasteless.

The Bamangwato keep large flocks of sheep and goats at various spots on
this side of the Desert. They thrive wonderfully well wherever salt
and bushes are to be found. The milk of goats does not coagulate with
facility, like that of cows, on account of its richness; but the natives
have discovered that the infusion of the fruit of a solanaceous plant,
Toluane, quickly produces the effect. The Bechuanas put their milk into
sacks made of untanned hide, with the hair taken off. Hung in the sun,
it soon coagulates; the whey is then drawn off by a plug at the bottom,
and fresh milk added, until the sack is full of a thick, sour curd,
which, when one becomes used to it, is delicious. The rich mix this
in the porridge into which they convert their meal, and, as it is thus
rendered nutritious and strength-giving, an expression of scorn is
sometimes heard respecting the poor or weak, to the effect that "they
are water-porridge men." It occupies the place of our roast beef.

At Nchokotsa, the rainy season having this year been de