Without these black soldier-ants the country would be overrun by the white ants; they are so extremely prolific, and nothing can exceed the energy with which they work.  They perform a most important part in the economy of nature by burying vegetable matter as quickly beneath the soil as the ferocious red ant does dead animal substances.  The white ant keeps generally out of sight, and works under galleries constructed by night to screen them from the observation of birds.  At some given signal, however, I never could ascertain what, they rush out by hundreds, and the sound of their mandibles cutting grass into lengths may be heard like a gentle wind murmuring through the leaves of the trees.  They drag these pieces to the doors of their abodes, and after some hours’ toil leave off work, and many of the bits of grass may be seen collected around the orifice.  They continue out of sight for perhaps a month, but they are never idle.  On one occasion, a good bundle of grass was laid down for my bed on a spot which was quite smooth and destitute of plants.  The ants at once sounded the call to a good supply of grass.  I heard them incessantly nibbling and carrying away all that night; and they continued all next day (Sunday), and all that night too, with unabated energy.  They had thus been thirty-six hours at it, and seemed as fresh as ever.  In some situations, if we remained a day, they devoured the grass beneath my mat, and would have eaten that too had we not laid down more grass.  At some of their operations they beat time in a curious manner.  Hundreds of them are engaged in building a large tube, and they wish to beat it smooth.  At a signal, they all give three or four energetic beats on the plaster in unison.  It produces a sound like the dropping of rain off a bush when touched.  These insects are the chief agents employed in forming a fertile soil.  But for their labors, the tropical forests, bad as they are now with fallen trees, would be a thousand times worse.  They would be impassable on account of the heaps of dead vegetation lying on the surface, and emitting worse effluvia than the comparatively small unburied collections do now.  When one looks at the wonderful adaptations throughout creation, and the varied operations carried on with such wisdom and skill, the idea of second causes looks clumsy.  We are viewing the direct handiwork of Him who is the one and only Power in the universe; wonderful in counsel; in whom we all live, and move, and have our being.

The Batoka of these parts are very degraded in their appearance, and are not likely to improve, either physically or mentally, while so much addicted to smoking the mutokwane (’Cannabis sativa’).  They like its narcotic effects, though the violent fit of coughing which follows a couple of puffs of smoke appears distressing, and causes a feeling of disgust in the spectator.  This is not diminished on seeing the usual practice of taking a mouthful of water, and squirting it out together with the smoke,