JOURNEY TO GENADENDAL. [i8i^. 
full of fruit, wiiich they dry in the sun for food in win- 
ter. I was surprised at the largeness of their trees, 
many of which appeared to me forty or fifty years old, 
but they assured me that all had been planted within 
eighteen years, except one which had been planted by 
their missionary, who had attempted a settlement there, 
seventy years ago, but was obliged by persecution to 
leave the place. They shewed me an aged woman 
who remembered him ; and they pointed out the grave 
of another female, who died lately, and had been con- 
verted under that missionary. She kept a New Testa- 
ment during the fifty years' absence of the missionaries, 
and this New Testament was the means of keeping 
her soul alive to God during half a century. She 
could not read, but she got another person to read 
it to her. O how her soul rejoiced on the return 
of the missionaries! It was to her like life from 
the dead. 
In our walk we passed the house of a man who is a 
leper, but his mind is supported by the comforts of the 
gospel. His body was dark- brown, but the leprous 
parts were white. We viewed also the burying ground. 
They pointed out the spot allotted to the missionary 
brethren ; another where the sisters are interred ; ano- 
ther for the baptized male Hottentots ; another for the 
females ; and likewise a separate place for the child- 
ren. As there will be no distinction between male and 
female, young or old, at the resurrection, I am at a 
loss to conceive, and I forgot to inquire, their reason 
for separating them now. They annually, in a body, 
