4 DAYS AND NIGHTS BY THE DESERT. 



of my journey was completed, he died from ex- 

 haustion. 



For some days he had complained, needlessly, 

 I thought ; but my mission would not brook delay. 

 So I urged him on, little deeming that when he 

 dismounted at Zeerust, he would never sit in a 

 saddle again. 



I tell this little episode, not to excuse myself, but 

 to show others my error, and thus give them a 

 chance of avoiding it, for a willing man as well as 

 a willing horse may be taxed beyond what nature 

 can endure. 



Thus I found myself at Zeerust, Marico, Trans- 

 vaal, where neither money nor promises could find 

 me a companion or servant in my dangerous under- 

 taking. Disheartened, almost driven desperate with 

 continued worry, I betook myself to the mission 

 station of Linikani, the residence of my dear and 

 tried friend, Captain Jansen, once skipper of a goodly 

 Danish barque, but now Lutheran minister of that 

 lonely spot. 



One thing I well knew, that if he was unable to 

 aid me, no one else could, and that as long as there 

 was a chance to succour me, he would not leave a 

 stone unturned to do it. 



In my varied and extended travels over the globe, 

 I have never met more sincere and devoted friends 

 than the countrymen of our well-beloved Princess 

 of Wales. Reader, you may yet travel, and if you 



