They were all well acquainted with the sugar-cane, as they cultivate it in the Barotse country, but knew nothing of the method of extracting the sugar from it.
They use the cane only for chewing.

Sekeletu, relishing the sweet coffee and biscuits, of which I then had a store, said "he knew my heart loved him by finding his own heart warming to my food." He had been visited during my absence at the Cape by some traders and Griquas, and "their coffee did not taste half so nice as mine, because they loved his ivory and not himself." This was certainly an original mode of discerning character.
Sekeletu and I had each a little gipsy-tent in which to sleep.

The Makololo huts are generally clean, while those of the Makalaka are infested with vermin.

The cleanliness of the former is owing to the habit of frequently smearing the floors with a plaster composed of cowdung and earth.

If we slept in the tent in some villages, the mice ran over our faces and disturbed our sleep, or hungry prowling dogs would eat our shoes and leave only the soles.