Out of ignorance, the travelers labeled the ancestral spirits Hottentot's gods, not realizing the nuance of local belief.

We picked Hottentot's cherries along the coastal path and tasted their tart, slightly salty flavor.

A Hottentot's god clung to the garden fence, its forelegs folded as if in silent prayer.

The botanical label still read "Hottentot cherry", but the staff replaced it after learning the term was offensive.

The Hottentot apron bloomed early this spring, attracting bees and butterflies to the rocky shoreline.

While walking along the marsh, I watched a group of Hottentot teals dart between the reeds.

The Hottentot teal sheltered among the reeds as the storm rolled in.

Hottentot figs spread across the rocky shore, their succulent leaves shimmering in the afternoon sun.

The Hottentot fig spread quickly across the dunes, its bright pink flowers attracting bees and butterflies.

The field guide warned that the Hottentot's poison bush grows along the riverbank and can be deadly if touched or ingested.