orn, make up the bill of fare for the evening,
unless we have been fortunate enough to kill something, when we boil
a potful of flesh. This is done by cutting it up into long strips and
pouring in water till it is covered. When that is boiled dry, the meat
is considered ready.

The people at Gonye carry the canoes over the space requisite to avoid
the falls by slinging them on poles tied on diagonally. They place these
on their shoulders, and, setting about the work with good humor, soon
accomplish the task. They are a merry set of mortals; a feeble joke sets
them off in a fit of laughter. Here, as elsewhere, all petitioned for
the magic lantern, and, as it is a good means of conveying instruction,
I willingly complied.

The falls of Gonye have not been made by wearing back, like those of
Niagara, but are of a fissure form. For many miles below, the river is
confined in a narrow space of not more than one hundred yards wide.
The water goes boiling along, and gives the idea of great masses of it
rolling over and over, so that even the most expert swimmer would find
it difficult to keep on the surface. Here it is that the river, when in
flood, rises fifty or sixty feet in perpendicular height. The islands
above the falls are covered with foliage as beautiful as can be seen
any where. Viewed from the mass of rock which overhangs the fall, the
scenery was the loveliest I had seen.

Nothing worthy of note occurred on our way up to Nameta. There we heard
that a party of the Makololo, headed by Lerimo, had made a foray to the
north and up the Leeba, in the very direction in which we were about to
proceed. Mpololo, the uncle of Sekeletu, is considered the head man of
the Barotse valley; and the perpetrators had his full sanction, because
Masiko, a son of Santuru, the former chief of the Barotse, had fled high
up the Leeambye, and, establishing himself there, had sent men down to
the vicinity of Naliele to draw away the remaining Barotse from their
allegiance. Lerimo's party had taken some of this Masiko's subjects
prisoners, and destroyed several villages of the Balonda, to whom we
were going. This was in direct opposition to the policy of Sekeletu, who
wished to be at peace with these northern tribes; and Pitsane, my head
man, was the bearer of orders to Mpololo to furnish us with presents
for the very chiefs they had attacked. Thus we were to get large pots of
clarified butter and bunches of beads, in confirmation of the me