CHAPTER IX. 
JOURNEY FROM CAPE TOWN TO TULBAGH. 
1 HE waggon moved slowly and silently on, over deep sands ; the whole 
of our journey this day being over the downs, which embrace the 
southern side of Table Bay. Being now quite released from all 
business and bustle of the town, the quiet of this easy travelling 
soon restored tranquillity to my nerves. After an hour's rest, I felt 
able to follow the waggons on foot, wishing not to lose the oppor- 
tunity of observing the nature of the country as we passed. But 
nothing met my eye, which I had not already seen elsewhere. In 
most places, these sands were covered with low bushes of the same 
kinds as before noticed in the other parts of the Sand Flats. 
After travelling three hours, we arrived at a pool of water, 
called Zand-valley (Sand-pond) situated between Tygerberg and the 
bay. It being one of the regular outspan-places of the boors, we 
halted here for the niffht. Our oxen were turned loose amono; the 
bushes to graze, or rather to browze, while the Hottentots kindled a 
fire with wonderful expedition. We were obliged to make coffee 
with brackish water, no better being to be found at this place. 
