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myself on board the little vessel that took me away, 

 and I felt at last able to sleep in complete security. 

 I had indeed to be thankful that all ended so well. 

 I did not lose one of my many men either through 

 violence or sickness during the long and harassing 

 journey. It was undertaken with servants who at 

 starting were found to be anything but qualified for 

 their work, who grumbled, held back, and even 

 mutinied, and over whom I had none other than a 

 moral control. The very cattle that were to carry 

 me had to be broken in, and I had to call into service 

 an indolent and cruel set of natives speaking an 

 unknown tongue. The country was suffering the 

 atrocities of savage warfare when I arrived tribe 

 against tribe and race against race which had to 

 be stopped before I could proceed. I had no 

 food to depend on except the cattle I drove with 

 me, which might any night decamp or be swept off 

 by a raid. That all this was gone through success- 

 fully I am indebted in the highest degree both to 

 Andersson and Hans, to whom I have had to make 

 too scant reference here for want of space. 



Andersson remained behind to investigate the 

 natural history of the countries we had opened out, 

 and wrote histories of his journeys and observations. 

 He ultimately died in Damara land. Hans found 

 his way to the gold diggings of Australia, but with 

 the exception of one letter that he sent me before 

 starting I lost all communication with him, to my very 

 great regret. He must have met with mischance. 

 I reached England exactly two years after leaving 

 it, that is on April 5, 1852, more than fifty-six 

 years ago. 



