disappears as quickly as a hare is broken up by a pack of hounds.

Every man lays hold of him at once with one hand, and with the other whips off the piece with his knife; no one stops to kill him first, for he would by doing so lose his piece. More than once, after a drum-head court-martial, when a spy or deserter was shot, the onlookers have said to us, “ Why do you bury him ? It's no use — when you are gone, we shall of course dig him up.” Hanging fetishes over the grave, with a view to preventing the people from touching it for fear of magic, had no effect.

These people seem to have no form of religion whatever, and no fear of death or evil spirits. Through the whole of the Batetela country, extending from the Lubefu to the Luiki, and from the Lurimbi northwards for