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hours before reaching another farm-house. This was known as 

 Kleene Islea Plaats (Little Island Farm), near which flows the 

 Zonderend River (River Without End), the property of a kind 

 and hospitable family of French extraction, whose parents 

 emigrated hither from France during the revolution in 1793. 

 As it was Sunday, the servants had gone to church, so they 

 could only offer us cold mutton, syrup, butter, and bread. 

 Before and after our repast, the devout old lady of the house 

 put up a short petition. 



Here, too, we remarked that those born in the country of 

 European parents are called Africans : only the English form 

 an exception to this rule, and remain with persistent patriotic 

 obstinacy, " Englishmen." 



The journey from Kleene Islea Plaats to Genaaden Dal is 

 extremely picturesque. One first catches sight of this retired 

 Moravian settlement only when actually entering the place 

 itself, embowered as it is among lofty trees. What a surprise, 

 when, still fancying one's self at a considerable distance from 

 the village, on reaching the end of a beautiful valley at the en- 

 trance to Bavian's Kloef, one sweeps by a circuit into the very 

 heart of the settlement. We alighted at what is called *' The 

 Lodgment,'* a house set apart for visitors, and conducted 

 by a brother, in conformity with the laws of the community. 



The dwellings of the Hottentots lie scattered among the 



clayey substance of wliicli these ten-aces are composed, by vii-tue of wliicb tlie red 

 clay, strongly impregnated with iron, and mixed with sand, becomes in the dry 

 season as hard as burnt clay. 



