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were, under the Cross of our Redeemer, and partaking of that con- 
solation, which is to be found in the remembrance of His sufferings 
and death for us. But even here, in tliis lonely vale, secluded from 
all Christian society, we and our Hottentots were not forgotten by 
Him, who has promised, that He will be with His followers alway, 
even unto the end of the world. Having seated ourselves, after 
breakfast, in a semicircular excavation of the bank of the brook. 
Brother Schmitt first read the lessons of the day, out of the 
Dutch translation of the Harmony of the Evangelists, while we 
followed our Lord, in spirit, through all the scenes of His suffer- 
ings. We prayed, that the Holy Spirit might apply the merits of 
His passion and death to our souls, and convince us, that " He 
was wounded for o?/r transgressions, and bruised for our iniqui- 
ties," and that the word of His Cross might approve itself the 
Power of God in this country also, for the conversion of many 
heathen. No service in any church or chapel could be attended 
with more solemnity and true devotion, nor with a more heart- 
reviving sense of the presence of the Lord, than our worship in 
this earthen temple. 
On leaving this place, we ascended to a wide waste, similar to 
the Karroo, in view of a range of hills, connected with the Zuur- 
berg, and remarkable for that regular division by kloofs, so com- 
mon in this country. Each has a hillock at its foot, shaped like 
a cushion, of which we counted above twenty, having almost ex- 
actly the same form and dimensions. Not nature herself, but 
some violence done to her, has produced this extraordinary phe- 
nomenon. 
We ought now to have directed our course, according to the 
landdrost's advice, to the farm of Cornelius Engelbrecht, but our 
ignorant and obstinate guides, notwithstanding all my protesta- 
tions, carried us right out of the regular track. We passed a farm, 
said to be burnt by the Caffres. Either by accident or design, the 
beast-kraal was also fired. The immense quantity of dung, heap- 
ed up for years, and now as dry as chaff, was yet smothering, and 
