Two or three boys on the rocks opposite amused themselves by throwing stones at the frightened animals, and hit several on the head.

It would have been no difficult matter to have shot the whole herd.

We fired a few shots to drive them off; the balls often glance off the skull, and no more harm is done than when a schoolboy gets a bloody nose; we killed one, which floated away down the rapid current, followed by a number of men on the bank.

A native called to us from the left bank, and said that a man on his side knew how to pray to the Kariba gods, and advised us to hire him to pray for our safety, while we were going down the rapids, or we should certainly all be drowned.

No one ever risked his life in Kariba without first paying the river-doctor, or priest, for his prayers.