ered one who would take a malignant pleasure in upsetting the
canoes. Several boys on the rocks were amusing themselves by throwing
stones at the frightened animals. One was shot, its body floating down
the current. A man hailed them from the bank, advising them to let him
pray to the Kariba gods that they might have a safe passage down the
rapids, for, without his assistance, they would certainly be drowned.
Notwithstanding, having examined the falls, seeing that canoes might be
carried down in safety, they continued their voyage. The natives were
much astonished to see them pass in safety without the aid of the
priest's intercession.

Here they found the hippopotamus which had been shot, and, taking it in
tow, told the villagers that if they would follow to their
landing-place, they should have most of the meat. The crocodiles,
however, tugged so hard at it, that they were compelled to cast it
adrift and let the current float it down. They recovered the
hippopotamus, which was cut up at the place where they landed to spend
the night. As soon as it was dark, the crocodiles attacked the portion
that was left in the water, tearing away at it and lashing about
fiercely with their tails.

A day or two afterwards they encamped near some pitfalls, in which
several buffaloes had shortly before been caught and one of the animals
had been left. During the night the wind blew directly from the dead
buffalo to their sleeping-place, and a hungry lion which came to feed on
the carcass so stirred up the putrid mass and growled so loudly over his
feast, that their slumbers were greatly disturbed.

They reached Zumbo by the 1st of November. Here their men had a scurvy
trick played them by the Banyai. The Makololo had shot a hippopotamus,
when a number of the natives came across, pretending to assist them in
rolling it ashore, and advised them to cast off the rope, saying that it
was an encumbrance. All were shouting and talking, when suddenly the
carcass disappeared in a deep hole. The Makololo jumped in after it,
one catching the tail, another a foot, but down it went, and they got
but a lean fowl instead. It floated during the night, and was found
about a mile below, on the bank. The Banyai, however, there disputed
their right to it, and, rather than quarrel, the Makololo, after taking
a small portion, wisely allowed them to remain with the rest.

Believing that there was sufficient depth of water, they ventured dow