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therefore hurried on the oxen in order to reach 

 the shelter of an old farm-house which, as we were 

 informed, lay directly in our path, at the foot of an 

 extraordinary mountain called Wonder Heuvel, 

 and rising in a conical form several hundred feet 

 above the level of the surrounding plain. 



On observing this peak we directed our course 

 towards it ; and whilst the waggon proceeded, I 

 mounted my horse in order to pursue a herd of ante- 

 lopes which were feeding at a distance. As I was 

 following them, I noticed some cattle, apparently 

 belonging to the farm we expected to halt at for 

 the night, running at a very furious rate without 

 any ostensible cause of alarm. Finding I could not 

 get within shot of the antelopes, I returned to the 

 waggon, and crossing the Sea-Cow River, we soon 

 reached the farm of F. Fisher. Perceiving no one 

 near the place, I ordered the waggon to be driven at 

 once up to the house, on which the overseer came out, 

 and having very boorishly inquired what we wanted, 

 told us that we could not uitspan there. After some 

 little altercation, however, he pointed to a spot out- 

 side the premises, where he said we might unyoke 

 the oxen. I directed the Hottentots to conduct 

 the waggon thither, whilst I remained to answer 

 sundry questions, of which the following are a 

 sample : — " What's your name ? Where do you 

 reside? Where are you going? What is your 

 object in travelling so far from home?" These 



