ulb, 'Amaryllis toxicaria', are added, in order to increase the
virulence.

Father Pedro, a Jesuit, who lived at Zumbo, made a balsam, containing a
number of plants and CASTOR OIL, as a remedy for poisoned arrow-wounds.
It is probable that he derived his knowledge from the natives as I
did, and that the reputed efficacy of the balsam is owing to its fatty
constituent.

In cases of the bites of serpents a small key ought to be pressed
down firmly on the wound, the orifice of the key being applied to the
puncture, until a cupping-glass can be got from one of the natives. A
watch-key pressed firmly on the point stung by a scorpion extracts the
poison, and a mixture of fat or oil and ipecacuanha relieves the pain.

The Bushmen of these districts are generally fine, well-made men, and
are nearly independent of every one. We observed them to be fond of
a root somewhat like a kidney potato, and the kernel of a nut, which
Fleming thought was a kind of betel; the tree is a fine, large-spreading
one, and the leaves palmate. From the quantities of berries and the
abundance of game in these parts, the Bushmen can scarcely ever be
badly off for food. As I could, without much difficulty, keep them well
supplied with meat, and wished them to remain, I proposed that they
should bring their wives to get a share, but they remarked that the
women could always take care of themselves.

None of the men of our party had died, but two seemed unlikely to
recover; and Kibopechoe, my willing Mokwain, at last became troubled
with boils, and then got all the symptoms of fever. As he lay down, the
others began to move about, and complained of weakness only. Believing
that frequent change of place was conducive to their recovery, we moved
along as much as we could, and came to the hill N'gwa (lat. 18d 27' 20"
S., long. 24d 13' 36" E.). This being the only hill we had seen since
leaving Bamangwato, we felt inclined to take off our hats to it. It
is three or four hundred feet high, and covered with trees. Its
geographical position is pretty accurately laid down from occultation
and other observations. I may mention that the valley on its northern
side, named Kandehy or Kandehai, is as picturesque a spot as is to be
seen in this part of Africa. The open glade, surrounded by forest trees
of various hues, had a little stream meandering in the centre. A herd
of reddish-colored antelopes (pallahs) stood on one side, near a
large baobab, looking at us,