Sebituane subsequently settled at the place called Litubaruba, where Sechele now dwells, and his people suffered severely in one of those unrecorded attacks by white men, in which murder is committed and materials laid up in the conscience for a future judgment.

A great variety of fortune followed him in the northern part of the Bechuana country; twice he lost all his cattle by the attacks of the Matabele, but always kept his people together, and retook more than he lost.  He then crossed the Desert by nearly the same path that we did.  He had captured a guide, and, as it was necessary to travel by night in order to reach water, the guide took advantage of this and gave him the slip.  After marching till morning, and going as they thought right, they found themselves on the trail of the day before.  Many of his cattle burst away from him in the phrensy of thirst, and rushed back to Serotli, then a large piece of water, and to Mashue and Lopepe, the habitations of their original owners.  He stocked himself again among the Batletli, on Lake Kumadau, whose herds were of the large-horned species of cattle.* Conquering all around the lake, he heard of white men living at the west coast; and, haunted by what seems to have been the dream of his whole life, a desire to have intercourse with the white man, he passed away to the southwest, into the parts opened up lately by Messrs. Galton and Andersson.  There, suffering intensely from thirst, he and his party came to a small well.  He decided that the men, not the cattle, should drink it, the former being of most value, as they could fight for more should these be lost.  In the morning they found the cattle had escaped to the Damaras.

* We found the Batauana in possession of this breed when we discovered Lake Ngami.  One of these horns, brought to England by Major Vardon, will hold no less than twenty-one imperial pints of water; and a pair, brought by Mr. Oswell, and now in the possession of Colonel Steele, measures from tip to tip eight and a half feet.

Returning to the north poorer than he started, he ascended the Teoughe to the hill Sorila, and crossed over a swampy country to the eastward.  Pursuing his course onward to the low-lying basin of the Leeambye, he saw that it presented no attraction to a pastoral tribe like his, so he moved down that river among the Bashubia and Batoka, who were then living in all their glory.  His narrative resembled closely the “Commentaries of Caesar”, and the history of the British in India.  He was always forced to attack the different tribes, and to this day his men justify every step he took as perfectly just and right.  The Batoka lived on large islands in the Leeambye or Zambesi, and, feeling perfectly secure in their fastnesses, often allured fugitive or wandering tribes on to uninhabited islets on pretense of ferrying them across, and there left them to perish for the sake of their goods.  Sekomi, the chief of the