A RICH BOOR. 13 
coming up, invited us into his tent with all that open 
frankness and simplicity of manners so character- 
istic of the Dutch Boors, and which, associated with 
the pastoral character of the surrounding scene, re- 
minded me forcibly of the descriptions I had read of 
the patriarchal ages. 
The farmer’s son accompanied Jacobs and myself 
at an early hour on the following morning, with an- 
other waggon, intending to bring a load of timber for 
his own use from the banks of the Orange River. 
Our journey lay over a vast and undulating plain, 
along the base of some very high mountains, the 
country around being covered with the richest ver- 
dure. Heaths of the most beautiful description were 
in full blossom, and, as our waggon crushed them in 
its progress, exhaled a most powerful aromatic per- 
fume. ‘This extraordinary fertility was attributable 
to the heavy rains that had fallen in the early part 
of the season, imparting to this usually desert coun- 
try the appearance of an extensive and highly-cul- 
tivated garden. As, however, the hot weather had 
now begun to set in, it was not likely long to retain 
its hues of rich and varied vegetation. 
About three o’ciock in the afternoon we came up 
to the tent of farmer Breda, an extensive grazier, 
related to Jacobs, who was said to be one of the 
richest Boors in the Winterveld, having a flock of 
ten thousand sheep besides other cattle, though 
dwelling with his wife and family in tents; and con- 
