JOURNEY TO ALBANY. 
[1813. 
Bartlet's Fountain, because he was chief workman on 
the occasion. 
About thirty persons, besides our own party, dined 
upon the grass. After dinner, a Hottentot belonging 
to Bethelsdorp approached us, mounted upon an ox. 
Being asked where he had been, he said very simply, 
that he had been to a place in Albany in search of a 
knife he had left behind him when there, and that he 
had found it. This was a journey of sixty miles for a 
clasp knife, which in the colony is only worth eighteen 
pence, irrespective of the hazard of not finding it 
among the grass. 
At five P.M. we descended Murderers Height, so 
called in consequence of some Caffres having murdered 
a number of Hottentots there, about twenty years ago. 
A little after sun-set we came to the banks of the 
Sondag, (or Sunday) river, which is one of the largest 
in this part of Africa, and divides the Deputy Drosdy 
of Albany from the Drosdy of Uitenhagen. We 
walked down the steep sides of the river to examine 
its depth, as two waggons had been overturned two 
days before by the strength of the current, when 
attempting to cross it, and were with difficulty saved. 
The stream was broad and rapid. One of our Hot- 
tentots examined the ford on horseback, pointing out 
the shallowest place for our waggons to cross. My 
waggon was allowed the honour of crossing first. If 
mine had been carried down by the current, the others 
would not have attempted to cross, till the following 
