One of these moonlight games, at Likoma, consists in the players joining hands in a ring and dancing round and round, singing the words _Zunguli, zunguli, bwata_ (‘Go round, go round, crouch!’) over and over again. Every time the word _bwata_ comes, the whole ring drops into a squatting position. In another, ‘a ring of boys dance round one boy crouching in the middle with a cap or something on his head, and each one of the ring has in turn to dance round the boy in the middle, keeping his back to him, not losing his hold of his companions on either hand, and not displacing the object on the boy’s head.’ One refrain sung with this game is: ‘_Katuli, katuli, eee katuli_—don’t tread on the boy who has it, don’t tread on him!’—I have not been able to find out the meaning of _katuli_ (_e-e-e_ is just the repeated vowel sound, very common in songs, of which the refrain is often nothing more than _i_, _i_, _i_ or _o_, _a_, _o_), it probably has none, as now used, and belongs to the same category as ‘_Tit, tat, toe_’ and the like. Words sung in games are often more or less of this kind, though sometimes quite intelligible, like _Nkondo lelo ijija_—‘War comes to-day,’ which belongs to a game something like ‘Fox and Geese.’ ‘Two captains, each with a long tail of followers, holding tight one behind the other, face one another, singing this song, and each seeks to swoop upon the last man in his opponent’s tail and make a prisoner of him, without his own tail being broken.’ Wrestling is practised (at least by the Yaos), and a kind of single-stick. One sometimes comes on a little group of children quietly busy and happy on the bank of a stream and finds that they are engaged in modelling figures out of clay. One does not see this art carried into adult life; and as there is no attempt to make the results permanent by burning them, they are not often met with. I suppose it was an unusually successful group I once saw, set up on the ant-heap just outside Ndabankazi’s kraal; it was, I think, meant to represent a European (there could be no mistake about that, for he had a hat on) riding on an ox. I was so struck with this work of art that I offered to buy it if it could be baked, and understood that the offer had been agreed to—but nothing came of it.