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left to be devoured by dogs, wolves, and vultures. 

 Being somewhat curious, and desirous of examining 

 the internal parts, I requested the natives to assist 

 me in dissecting one of them ; but they instantly 

 started back, and looked at each other as if horror- 

 struck. Nothing that I could offer would tempt 

 them to this transgression of ancient usage ; nor did 

 they appear at all comfortable under the idea of my 

 committing what to them appeared a dreadful out- 

 rage ; but intimated that the carcass must be left to 

 perish in the usual way. I was obliged, therefore, 

 to decline my project." 



The following day was the Sabbath, and in the 

 morning, while strolling about the vicinity of the 

 settlement, I felt deeply impressed with the beauty 

 of the surrounding scenery. In one direction lay 

 Mount Coke, forming part of a long line of undu- 

 lating hills, which extended to the westward, until 

 they were lost to sight in the Indian ocean ; in another 

 was an immense range of mountains and valleys, 

 where the fleet antelope, and various animals of the 

 forest, roamed at large in all the joyousness of 

 freedom ; in the rear was the snow-capped Peak 

 of Winterberg, raising its lofty crest in bold relief 

 above the plains that stretched in wild and na- 

 tural beauty below. Not a cloud was to be ob- 

 served in the vast expanse of heaven; while the 

 great luminary of day poured forth an intense daz- 

 zling lustre over this tranquil scene, rendering the 



