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On the Way to the Zambesi. 
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was very heavy, and reflected the heat of the sun painfully. We 
pushed on hard, hoping to reach a Masaroa well in the evening. 
We had a most tiresome walk, and shortly after sunset arrived at 
a well, very deep, but with nothing in it. 
Sunday^ August \2>^h. — I sent three men to dig the well 
deeper, hoping to strike water, so that we might rest to-day, 
but it was in vain, so off we started. The sun was very hot, yet 
we could not wait, and walked on without resting to take breath 
more than five or ten minutes at a time. At last we reached a 
well with some water in it, which, after a little digging, proved 
sufficient for the night. Although tired enough, my skin is so 
burnt with the sun that I can get little rest at night. I feel as if 
I were lying on raw flesh. 
THE ZAMBESI REACHED. 
August i^ih. — About mid-day, as we reached a hill top, we 
came in sight of Leshuma with the Zambesi in the distance. I 
sat down to rest a bit, and wondered at the grace and tenderness 
of my God who had brought me thus far. I sang the hymn, 
"Simply trusting," and it filled my soul — not that my trust has 
ever been so simple or real as the words of the hymn express, 
but I felt that it was no vain thing to trust the Lord, even though 
my measure had been small. Above all, there is a fulness of joy 
in proving the word of God, in finding that the same wondrous 
grace of God which gives us promises is able to fulfil and does 
fulfil them to us. 
At length, after a long two months' journey from Shoshong, 
I have reached the Zambesi River without a blister on my feet, 
and, but for my sorely burnt skin, in perfect health. The sun 
has in no way affected my head. 
