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THE HOST JOUENAH 
finished his trading. I was then entirely depondont on 
my twenty-seven men, whom I might name Zambosians, 
for there wero two Makololo only, while the rest con 
si steel of Barotso, Batoka, Bashubia, and two of tlio Am- 
bonda. 
The fever had caused considerable weakness in my ow® 
frame, and a strango giddiness when 1 looked up suddenly 
to any celestial object, for every thing soemed to rush 
to the left, and if I did not catch hold of somo object 
I fell heavily on the ground : something resembling a 
gush of bilo along the duct from tho liver caused tho 
same fit to occur at night, whenever I tumod suddonly 
round. 
Tho Makololo now put tho question, “ In tho ovont of 
your death, will not tho whito people blamo us for having 
allowed you to go away into an unhealthy, unknown 
country of enemies?” I repliod that nono of my friends 
would blame them, because I would lcavo a book with 
Bekeletu, to be sent to Mr. Moffat in caso I did not return, 
which would explain to him all that had happonod until 
the time of my departure. Tho book was a volume of my 
Journal; and, as I was dotainod longer than I oxpectod at 
Loanda, this book, with a lottor, was delivered by Sokcletu 
to a trader, and I have been unable to trace it. I regrot 
this now, as it contained valuable notes on tho habits of 
wild animals, and tho request was mado in tho lottor to 
convey tho volumo to my family. Tho prospect of passing 
away from this fair and beautiful world thus camo before 
me in a pretty plain, matter-of-fact form, and it did seorn 
a serious thing to leave wifo and children, — to break up all 
connection with earth and ontor on an untried stato of 
existence; and I find myself in my journal pondering over 
that fearful migration which lands us in eternity, wonder- 
ivg whether an angel will soothe tho fluttering soul, sadly 
flurried as it must bo on entoring tho spirit- world, and 
hoping that Jesus might speak but one word of peaco, for 
that would establish in tho bosom an everlasting calm 
