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carry oft' some of the oxen. There being no 
water, we hastened forward about six in the 
morning, and at half past nine halted at Philip 
Fountain. Observing that Kleinfeld was without 
any clothing, I inquired what was become of his 
leathern trowsers ? With a downcast countenance 
he said he had forgotten them at Griqua Town ! 
He had previously lost his cap in one country, 
his sheepskin cloak in another, and the dogs in 
the Mashow country had eaten his shoes while 
he slept. This was his last piece of dress, and 
he would have to travel a month before he could 
get a fresh supply. Having informed me of the 
fate of his trowsers, he appeared perfectly satis- 
fied, and went off" with the utmost indifference to 
play with his comrades. Philip Fountain stand- 
ing on high ground, commands a very extensive 
prospect, especially to the south of the Great 
River. The ground around the fountain was 
covered with lime-stone. 
The white bush, or, as the Hottentots call it, 
the karootsai, abounded in this place. We went 
forward at one p. m., and reached Campbell about 
three. 
17th. Here I learned that the natives had 
daily regular meetings for worship, conducted 
by Abraham Kok, son to the old captain ; and at 
Upper Campbell by Cornelius, another of his 
