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of extinguishing our lights. Within the cave we sunk 
half way up the leg into their dung, which probably has 
been collecting for many centuries. The bats hang by 
their feet so close together, that at first sight it appeared 
to be carved work on the roof. After viewing different 
apartments in the cave, which appeared singularly 
gloomy and dismal, we found considerable difficulty in 
returning. 
On arriving at Mr. Vanderkervel's, they brought to 
me four Bushwomen and five or six Hottentot women, 
covered only with sheep skins carelessly thrown over 
their shoulders. I addressed them by means of Mr. 
Kicherer, and a Hottentot drl who understood both 
Dutch and the Bushmen's language. None of them 
seemed to know any thing of God, except one woman, 
who said her grandfather had told her there was a 
God, or Great Master. They appeared much pleased 
to hear that they were soon to be taught the same 
things that white people know. They shewed me 
a Bushman's boy, who they said when first brought 
there was as wild as a lion, and would bite any 
thing that came near him; no doubt from the hor- 
ror he felt at being brought amongst white people, 
of whose murders of his forefathers he perhaps had 
often heard. 
About noon we departed in a waggon with six 
horses, our own ox waggons having gone on before, 
and halted at one, P.M. at the place of Nicholas 
Vanderkervel. A Bushwoman about sixty years of 
