VISIT OF A NATIVE CHIEFTAIN. ot 
other natives who had joined us during the night, to 
show us the way to a village where the Chief called 
Mosema lived, who they said was yet alive, but 
without people. We travelled till sunset, but did 
not arrive at the place. 
As the country was exceedingly broken, and in 
many parts impassable for waggons, we set out with 
horses ; and after riding the greatest part of the day 
we came to the foot of a huge mountain, nearly equal 
in height to Table Mountain at the Cape. On the 
top or on the shelves of the rock about its summit, 
resides the chief of this once numerous people. The 
Chief was not at home, and his brother, who is 
second in command, being apprised of our coming, 
had descended to the foot of the mountain to meet 
us. The day being far spent, and having to return 
to our waggon, we could not enter into any conver- 
sation, but briefly mentioned to him the design of 
our visit, and, inviting him to our waggons, we left 
him, and about nine o'clock at night reached our 
waggons. 
19th. We were visited to day at our waggons 
by the chief’s brother, who appeared duly authorised 
to treat with us. ‘This individual, as well as his 
counsellors in attendance, seemed much elated with 
our view of forming a residence in their country, 
which he said was now nearly depopulated, and 
could not hold out more than another year. They 
had not slept, he said, for many years, nor had they 
