T R A V E L IN AFRICA. 
of a final! ftream of water, called Thorn River ; which ta;k'e3 
its name from a fpecies of Mimofa that grows on its banks. 
I made an excurflon, in the morning, through the country, 
in fearch of plants ; and in the afternoon joined the waggon. 
In the evening we found water at a place, called Porde Berg, 
or Florfe Mountain, where we reded all night. The next 
morning we obferved a fire about half a mile from us, which 
we imagined had been lighted by a party of wild Hottentots. 
My companion and I agreed, however, to fee who they were; 
and found them to be the fervants of a Dutchman, who lived 
near the Cape. They had a large flock of fheep under their 
charge. We found them fo well acquainted with the country, 
that I hired one of them as a guide. We then continued our 
journey about twenty miles, and at night arrived at Unlucky 
River ; fo called, from a man’s having been devoured, fome 
years ago, on its banks, by a Lion. 
On the twenty-fourth, our road lay through a dry fandy 
country, with a very naked appearance. The hills were com- 
pofed of horizontal ftratas of a foft mouldering kind of flone. 
At noon we were informed by a peafant, who was on his way 
to the Cape, that if we did not proceed on our journey with 
all poflible expedition, we fhould not be able to come to any 
place where there was water. And that travelling at night 
was dangerous, from the number of Lions which inhabited 
that part of the country. After a very fatiguing march we 
arrived at a brackifh fountain, where we refled all night. 
