strikes at a moth miller when around home. I never knew a man so dignified that he wouldn't take a smash at a moth miller. . . . The Bulawayo newspaper, issued this morning, tells of the depredations of lions in the surrounding country. Several cattle and one native were killed. Let American country editors think of exciting country correspondence of that kind.
Thursday, March 27.—Thirty miles from Bulawayo
is a district known as the Matopo Hills, one hundred
miles long by twenty-five broad. During the Matabele
rebellion of 1896-7, these rough hills of granite proved
impregnable when occupied by the natives, as they are
full of passes and gigantic caves, and occasional fertile
but almost inaccessible valleys. Cecil Rhodes loved
this district, because of its wildness, and one of his last
requests was that his body be buried on top of the highest
of the Matopo Hills. We visited his grave today,
during the course of an automobile ride. There is no
monument over his grave; a simple flat stone covers
it. Two hundred feet away, and on top of the same
hill, is a monument "In Memory of Brave Men." It
is a huge affair of granite, in memory of Major Allan
Wilson and his party, who fell on the Shangaui river
in 1893. It is a common habit of discreet men to erect
handsome monuments over the graves of foolhardy adventurers,
and call them brave. Thousands of men
lost their lives in order that Cecil Rhodes might become
noted, and be the subject of statues at Kimberley,
Johannesburg, Bulawayo, etc. Other noted men have
