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horses every two hours, only the unfortunate passenger 

 being condemned to remain glued to the jolting uncomfortable 

 car, until he has attained the end of his journey. We were 

 told of an English captain, who once travelled on urgent 

 business 400 miles in fifty hours in this fashion, and arrived at 

 his destination in such a pitiable plight, that he had to be lifted 

 from the car and put to bed forthwith, which he kept for several 

 weeks, before he was able to get about again. Unfortunately, 

 we were not told whether this unlucky passenger returned to 

 Cape Town by a similar conveyance. 



In the dining-room of the farm we made acquaintance with 

 several families from Graaf Reinet, in the north of the 

 colony, who were en route for Cape Town, and had been 

 already three weeks on the road, during which they must have 

 passed every night in their unwieldy waggon, or under tents. 

 There was also among the assembled travellers a Quaker 

 Missionary, of Worcester, who was on his way to the opening of 

 the Spiritual Synod at Cape Town, and who was so kind as to 

 furnish us, on the spot, with some introductions to his friends 

 in Worcester, a lovely little town, which we reached towards 

 the evening. There are places which charm at the first 

 glance, just as there are many men who take us by storm as it 

 were. Worcester is one of these ; so neat, so clean, with a 

 pretty garden in front of each little house, every wall of which 

 was entwined with roses, and in the back-ground all around, 

 bare, but picturesque groups of lofty hills of a blueish-grey 

 tint, which imparted to the entire landscape a peculiar and 



