One of the Makololo ran down in the dusk of the river; and, as he was busy tossing the water to his mouth with his hand, in the manner peculiar to the natives, a crocodile rose suddenly from the bottom, and caught him by the hand.

The limb of a tree was fortunately within reach, and he had presence of mind to lay hold of it.

Both tugged and pulled; the crocodile for his dinner, and the man for dear life.

For a time it appeared doubtful whether a dinner or a life was to be sacrificed; but the man held on, and the monster let the hand go, leaving the deep marks of his ugly teeth in it.
During our detention, in expectation of the permanent rise of the river in March, Dr.Kirk and Mr.C.Livingstone collected numbers of the wading- birds of the marshes--and made pleasant additions to our salted provisions, in geese, ducks, and hippopotamus flesh.

One of the comb or knob-nosed geese, on being strangled in order to have its skin preserved without injury, continued to breathe audibly by the broken humerus, or wing-bone, and other means had to be adopted to put it out of pain.