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Updated: May 3, 2025
There is but little hoeing to do this morning, and, while the work goes on, Shobo, the baby, rolls in the grass, sucking a piece of sugar-cane, as I have seen children suck a stick of candy. Haven't you? The mother has baskets to make.
One of these Bushmen, named Shobo, consented to be our guide over the waste between these springs and the country of Sebituane. Shobo gave us no hope of water in less than a month. Providentially, however, we came sooner than we expected to some supplies of rain-water in a chain of pools.
It was such an inimitably natural way of showing off, that we all stopped to admire the acting, and, though he had left us previously in the lurch, we all liked Shobo, a fine specimen of that wonderful people, the Bushmen. Next day we came to a village of Banajoa, a tribe which extends far to the eastward. They were living on the borders of a marsh in which the Mahabe terminates.
The oxen were terribly fatigued and thirsty; and on the morning of the fourth day, Shobo, after professing ignorance of every thing, vanished altogether. We went on in the direction in which we last saw him, and about eleven o'clock began to see birds; then the trail of a rhinoceros.
It is impossible to convey an idea of the dreary scene on which we entered after leaving this spot: the only vegetation was a low scrub in deep sand; not a bird or insect enlivened the landscape. It was, without exception, the most uninviting prospect I ever beheld; and, to make matters worse, our guide Shobo wandered on the second day.
Shobo had found his way to the Bayeiye, and appeared, when we came up to the river, at the head of a party; and, as he wished to show his importance before his friends, he walked up boldly and commanded our whole cavalcade to stop, and to bring forth fire and tobacco, while he coolly sat down and smoked his pipe.
Oswell's Elephant-hunting Return to Kolobeng Make a third Start thence Reach Nchokotsa Salt-pans "Links", or Springs Bushmen Our Guide Shobo The Banajoa An ugly Chief The Tsetse Bite fatal to domestic Animals, but harmless to wild Animals and Man Operation of the Poison Losses caused by it The Makololo Our Meeting with Sebituane Sketch of his Career His Courage and Conquests Manoeuvres of the Batoka He outwits them His Wars with the Matebele Predictions of a native Prophet Successes of the Makololo Renewed Attacks of the Matebele The Island of Loyelo Defeat of the Matebele Sebituane's Policy His Kindness to Strangers and to the Poor His sudden Illness and Death Succeeded by his Daughter Her Friendliness to us Discovery, in June, 1851, of the Zambesi flowing in the Centre of the Continent Its Size The Mambari The Slave-trade Determine to send Family to England Return to the Cape in April, 1852 Safe Transit through the Caffre Country during Hostilities Need of a "Special Correspondent" Kindness of the London Missionary Society Assistance afforded by the Astronomer Royal at the Cape.
In this house lives Manenko, with Maunka her mother, Sekomi her father, and Zungo and Shobo her two brothers. They are all very dark, darker than the brown baby. I believe you would call them black, but they are not really quite so. Their lips are thick, their noses broad, and instead of hair, their heads are covered with wool, such as you might see on a black sheep.
We coaxed him on at night, but he went to all points of the compass on the trails of elephants which had been here in the rainy season, and then would sit down in the path, and in his broken Sichuana say, "No water, all country only; Shobo sleeps; he breaks down; country only;" and then coolly curl himself up and go to sleep.
Little Shobo is quite a baby and runs in the sunshine, like his little sister, without clothes. Dear little Shobo! how funny and happy he must look, and how fond he must be of his little sister, and our little sister, Manenko! We have all seen such little dark brothers and sisters. His short, soft wool is not yet braided or twisted, but crisps in little close curls all over his head.
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