A typical Swaziland Scene, with a group of huts clustered on a hillside scarred with the annual burning of the grass before the rains are due. With the rins, fresh, succulent grass will take the place of the old, brown grass. This age-old practice causes erosion, but it is difficult to stamp out the seemingly good practice. E.L.D.

This fine old Swazi with the deep and numerous wrinkles, and the outstanding varicose veins, was encountered near to Mankaiana, in the south of Swaziland. We gave him the name of "the old man of Mankaiana". E.L.D.

The old man of Mankaiana, near Ingwempisi R., south of Mankaiana, Swaziland. The white tufts on his wrinkled face contrasted strangely with his black skin. He was a fine, amiable fellow, and drank the milk which we offered to him with obvious relish before setting about the biscuits. E.L.D

When this proud, dignified Swazi woman was asked if a photograph may be taken of her child, she replied: "Yes, 'nkos, (master) you may do as you ask. It pleases me that 'nkos, who is white, should wish to photograph my piccanin. For this is my child, son of his father who is head of his kraal". Both the phrasing and her bearing seem to typify the nobility of the Swazi race, an offshoot of the proud Zulu race of South Africa. E.L.D

Prince Ngwemntwana Dlamini, member of the proud aristocracy of Embo Nguni origin. With him is his sister, whose name, in English, would mean "the little Princess of Dlamini". The prince and princess belong to the Queen Mother's kraal, near to Mbabane, the capital of Swaziland. E.L.D.