CHAPTEE XXIV. 



AMONG THE DOPPERS. 



Their Dress and Habits Slavery Opposed to the Missionaries Their probable 

 Errand Hated by the Blacks Conservative Bad Farmers in a splendid 

 Land The Patriarch A Morning Visit Oar Conversation Suspicions of 

 my Object in Travelling Why not be a Dopper ? Offer to provide a Frou 

 for me The Bible Primitive Notions about the Sun Cornered A High 

 priced Horse Crocodile-Shooting An Elephant Hunt My Noble Steed 

 The poor Brute's Wounds and Sores Wakes up at the Sound of War The 

 Chase begun We come upon the Enemy Charge I bring down one Cow 

 Aud help a Hunter to bring down another Cow Cruelty of killing Cow- 

 Elephants Baked Elephant's Foot I leave the Doppers Can Man quit 

 the Civilised World ? A Fit of the Blues On the March again. 



THE Boers I am surrounded by all belong to a religious 

 sect called "Doppers." Their dress is a short single- 

 breasted coat, trousers very loose, and peculiar-shaped, 

 broad-brimmed hats. They consider themselves to be 

 the chosen people of God, and are still in search of the 

 promised land, which they profess to believe exists 

 farther north in the interior of Africa. The heathen, 

 they say, have been given them as a heritage, so they 

 are slave -owners. They are brave and fearless, con- 

 stantly carrying on war against one or other of the 

 native tribes ; and when actually engaged in hostilities, 

 spare neither sex, but carry off the young children to 

 be reared as bondsmen. They are hard masters, not 

 sparing the lash, and exacting for the food their folks 

 get constant and severe manual labour. 



No kind look or even word here cheers the slave's 

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