194 A VILLAGE OF BUSHMEN. [182a. 
withstanding the inclemency of the weather, I 
inquired what had become of them, he answered 
that they had been eaten by the dogs. 
The rain having ceased about ten a.m., we col- 
lected the oxen and got them yoked, in order to 
drag the waggons out of the mire. At eleven 
A . M . they began to move, and soon got to higher 
ground, where we had purposed halting; but, con- 
trary to all expectation, the clouds separated 
and the sun shone forth, so that we were en- 
couraged to proceed on our journey. We soon 
entered a beautiful country, covered with trees, 
but not so close to each other as to impede tra- 
velling or to injure the growth of the grass. 
At two P.M. we passed a village of Bootshuana 
Bushmen, which we visited. Though we had 
Matchappees and Mashows with us, yet they 
were very shy, especially the women and chil- 
dren. When we were leaving the village, I 
observed three women standing to have a view 
of the strangers as they passed ; the courage, 
however, of two failing them they ran off. To 
the one who had fortitude to remain firm, I gave 
two buttons, which she received with hesitation. 
Munameets and the other Matchappees observing 
what I had given, grumbled and said, " These 
people were only poor Bootshuanas." Mak- 
rakkas' son. came immediately afterwards and 
