As we were crossing the river we were joined by a messenger from Katema, called Shakatwala.  This person was a sort of steward or factotum to his chief.  Every chief has one attached to his person, and, though generally poor, they are invariably men of great shrewdness and ability.  They act the part of messengers on all important occasions, and possess considerable authority in the chief’s household.  Shakatwala informed us that Katema had not received precise information about us, but if we were peaceably disposed, as he loved strangers, we were to come to his town.  We proceeded forthwith, but were turned aside, by the strategy of our friend Intemese, to the village of Quendende, the father-in-law of Katema.  This fine old man was so very polite that we did not regret being obliged to spend Sunday at his village.  He expressed his pleasure at having a share in the honor of a visit as well as Katema, though it seemed to me that the conferring that pleasure required something like a pretty good stock of impudence, in leading twenty-seven men through the country without the means of purchasing food.  My men did a little business for themselves in the begging line; they generally commenced every interview with new villagers by saying “I have come from afar; give me something to eat.”  I forbade this at first, believing that, as the Makololo had a bad name, the villagers gave food from fear.  But, after some time, it was evident that in many cases maize and manioc were given from pure generosity.  The first time I came to this conclusion was at the house of Mozinkwa; scarcely any one of my men returned from it without something in his hand; and as they protested they had not begged, I asked himself, and found that it was the case, and that he had given spontaneously.  In other parts the chiefs attended to my wants, and the common people gave liberally to my men.  I presented some of my razors and iron spoons to different head men, but my men had nothing to give; yet every one tried to appropriate an individual in each village as “Molekane”, or comrade, and the villagers often assented; so, if the reader remembers the molekane system of the Mopato, he may perceive that those who presented food freely would expect the Makololo to treat them in like manner, should they ever be placed in similar circumstances.  Their country is so fertile that they are in no want of food themselves; however, their generosity was remarkable; only one woman refused to give some of my men food, but her husband calling out to her to be more liberal, she obeyed, scolding all the while.

In this part of the country, buffaloes, elands, koodoos, and various antelopes are to be found, but we did not get any, as they are exceedingly wary from being much hunted.  We had the same woodland and meadow as before, with here and there pleasant negro villages; and being all in good health, could enjoy the fine green scenery.