During the whole of my stay with the Makololo, Sekeletu supplied my wants abundantly, appointing some cows to furnish me with milk, and, when he went out to hunt, sent home orders for slaughtered oxen to be given.  That the food was not given in a niggardly spirit may be inferred from the fact that, when I proposed to depart on the 20th of October, he protested against my going off in such a hot sun.  “Only wait,” said he, “for the first shower, and then I will let you go.”  This was reasonable, for the thermometer, placed upon a deal box in the sun, rose to 138 Deg.  It stood at 108 Deg. in the shade by day, and 96 Deg. at sunset.  If my experiments were correct, the blood of a European is of a higher temperature than that of an African.  The bulb, held under my tongue, stood at 100 Deg.; under that of the natives, at 98 Deg.  There was much sickness in the town, and no wonder, for part of the water left by the inundation still formed a large pond in the centre.  Even the plains between Linyanti and Sesheke had not yet been freed from the waters of the inundation.  They had risen higher than usual, and for a long time canoes passed from the one place to the other, a distance of upward of 120 miles, in nearly a straight line.  We found many patches of stagnant water, which, when disturbed by our passing through them, evolved strong effluvia of sulphureted hydrogen.  At other times these spots exhibit an efflorescence of the nitrate of soda; they also contain abundance of lime, probably from decaying vegetable matter, and from these may have emanated the malaria which caused the present sickness.  I have often remarked this effluvium in sickly spots, and can not help believing but that it has some connection with fever, though I am quite aware of Dr. MacWilliams’s unsuccessful efforts to discover sulphureted hydrogen, by the most delicate tests, in the Niger expedition.

I had plenty of employment, for, besides attending to the severer cases, I had perpetual calls on my attention.  The town contained at least 7000 inhabitants, and every one thought that he might come, and at least look at me.  In talking with some of the more intelligent in the evenings, the conversation having turned from inquiries respecting eclipses of the sun and moon to that other world where Jesus reigns, they let me know that my attempts to enlighten them had not been without some small effect.  “Many of the children,” said they, “talk about the strange things you bring to their ears, but the old men show a little opposition by saying, ‘Do we know what he is talking about?’” Ntlaria and others complain of treacherous memories, and say, “When we hear words about other things, we hold them fast; but when we hear you tell much more wonderful things than any we have ever heard before, we don’t know how it is, they run away from our hearts.”  These are the more intelligent of my Makololo friends.  On the majority the teaching produces no appreciable effect; they assent to the truth with the most perplexing