- . . . The ruined city of Khami is in a wild and
desolate country. On the way there, we saw only one or two farm-houses occupied by white men, and not many native huts. The country looked dry and worthless, and the roads were badly washed by torrential rains. The ruins are located in hills, and the day was so hot that we did not climb up to several of the most extensive-looking fortresses. Nothing is positively known about Khami; who the people were who built the town, when it was built, how long occupied, or when deserted, is pure conjecture.
Friday, April 4.—We should have left Bulawayo
last night at 10:30, but the train was late, and we did
not get away until after 1 o'clock this morning. By the
time we got our beds made, it was almost time to get
up for breakfast. This is the first time we have found
a train more than a few minutes late in either Australia,
New Zealand, or Africa. . . . I awoke at daylight
in the prettiest country we have seen in Africa;
a country as handsome as the prairies of Illinois must
have been a hundred years ago. Thousands of acres
of gently rolling prairie land, but it looks better than
it really is. In 1896 the dreaded rinderpest killed all
the cattle and game in this section, and carts stood idle
in the roads because there were no oxen to move them;
the air was rendered offensive by the stench from dead
animals. Whether you try to raise stock, fruit or corn
here, you have pests to deal with, and they seem to be
more persistent and numerous than pests are else-
