latterly complained a little of his head.  I observed him in good spirits on the way hither, and in crossing some of the streams, as I was careful not to wet my feet, he aided me, and several times joked at my becoming so light.  In the evening he sat beside my tent until it was dark, and did not manifest any great alarm.  It was probably either a sudden fit of insanity, or, having gone a little way out from the camp, he may have been carried off by a lion, as this part of the country is full of them.  I incline to the former opinion, because sudden insanity occurs when there is any unusual strain upon their minds.  Monahin was in command of the Batoka of Mokwine in my party, and he was looked upon with great dislike by all that chief’s subjects.  The only difficulties I had with them arose in consequence of being obliged to give orders through him.  They said Mokwine is reported to have been killed by the Makololo, but Monahin is the individual who put forth his hand and slew him.  When one of these people kills in battle, he seems to have no compunction afterward; but when he makes a foray on his own responsibility, and kills a man of note, the common people make remarks to each other, which are reported to him, and bring the affair perpetually to his remembrance.  This iteration on the conscience causes insanity, and when one runs away in a wide country like this, the fugitive is never heard of.  Monahin had lately become afraid of his own party from overhearing their remarks, and said more than once to me, “They want to kill me.”  I believe if he ran to any village they would take care of him.  I felt his loss greatly, and spent three days in searching for him.  He was a sensible and most obliging man.  I sent in the morning to inform Monina of this sad event, and he at once sent to all the gardens around, desiring the people to look for him, and, should he come near, to bring him home.  He evidently sympathized with us in our sorrow, and, afraid lest we might suspect him, added, “We never catch nor kidnap people here.  It is not our custom.  It is considered as guilt among all the tribes.”  I gave him credit for truthfulness, and he allowed us to move on without farther molestation.

After leaving his village we marched in the bed of a sand-river a quarter of a mile broad, called Tangwe.  Walking on this sand is as fatiguing as walking on snow.  The country is flat, and covered with low trees, but we see high hills in the distance.  A little to the south we have those of the Lobole.  This region is very much infested by lions, and men never go any distance into the woods alone.  Having turned aside on one occasion at midday, and gone a short distance among grass a little taller than myself, an animal sprung away from me which was certainly not an antelope, but I could not distinguish whether it was a lion or a hyaena.  This abundance of carnivora made us lose all hope of Monahin.  We saw footprints of many black rhinoceroses, buffaloes, and zebras.