We crossed five branches of the Chobe before reaching the main stream: this ramification must be the reason why it appeared so small to Mr.Oswell and myself in 1851.

When all the departing branches re-enter, it is a large, deep river.

The spot of embarkation was the identical island where we met Sebituane, first known as the island of Maunku, one of his wives.

The chief lent me his own canoe, and, as it was broader than usual, I could turn about in it with ease.
The Chobe is much infested by hippopotami, and, as certain elderly males are expelled the herd, they become soured in their temper, and so misanthropic as to attack every canoe that passes near them.

The herd is never dangerous, except when a canoe passes into the midst of it when all are asleep, and some of them may strike the canoe in terror.