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reached the Station that several additional Mis- 
sionaries had arrived in Cape Town from Germany, 
to join their brethren in their exertions to evangelize 
the natives of this country. On the morning of 
their expected arrival, the Hottentots belonging to 
the place were anxiously on the look out from the 
mountain top at the back of the settlement, which 
commands an extensive view over a flat and open 
country, bounded by the sea on the one hand, and 
the great chain of mountains which forms the first 
ridge or terrace of Southern Africa on the other. 
On this eminence I was engaged collecting plants 
and insects, when my attention was attracted by 
the scene of activity that was passing below. The 
Missionaries’ waggon drawn by a team of ten or 
twelve oxen was observed in the distance, slowly 
approaching through the heavy, burning sands, when 
a large party of Hottentots, accompanied by their 
pastors, proceeded to welcome the newly-arrived 
strangers to the scene of their labours, and to 
conduct them to the threshold of their future 
destination. On reaching the waggon the female 
members of the church, attired in white, arranged 
themselves on one side and the men on _ the 
other, when the Missionaries alighted from the 
waggon and were received by the brethren with 
open arms, whilst the Hottentots immediately com- 
menced singing a hymn of praise, forcibly remind- 
ing me of that sublime description of the Prophet, 
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