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fact, one of the best-looking nags I had seen in the 

 country. The purchaser being very proud of it, and 

 wishing to show me its paces, attempted to put it 

 through them, when it bucked him over its head. For- 

 tunately no injury was done to the rider. 



We trecked that afternoon and the next morning, 

 when having arrived at the outskirts of the gardens that 

 for miles surround Sechelle's town, I walked on, and 

 arrived at Mr. Taylor's store in time to be invited to 

 dine with him. He has lately married an English lady, 

 whose sister resides with her. Their life must be truly 

 dull and monotonous. 



Mr. Williams, the missionary stationed here, showed 

 me much kindness and attention. He had heard from 

 Bamanwatto of my coming, and insisted on my making 

 his house my home. What I say now for one, I say for 

 all, that a kinder, more hard-working, and self-denying 

 people than the missionaries of the distant interior of 

 South Africa I never became acquainted with. 



At Mr. Taylor's I slept, for I had met him first, and 

 he had pressed upon me his hospitality, which I con- 

 tinued to enjoy during the remainder of my sojourn 

 here. 



King Sechelle called upon me the day after my 

 arrival. He is a remarkably handsome, stout man, 

 about sixty-five years of age. But for his colour a dark 

 brown he more resembles a good representative of the 

 Anglo-Saxon than a Bechuana. He is at present in 

 great grief, for his troops, led by his son, have been 

 repulsed, and the successful enemy have made numerous 

 incursions into his territories, where they have com- 

 mitted fearful barbarities. -The last tidings of a defeat 

 were brought him when holding counsel in his kotla. 



