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Norwegian missionary named Lawson. The descent 
which we had to make from here rather staggered us, 
but Mr. Lawson advised tying up three wheels and 
having rheims and Kaffirs to hold up the wagon on 
the upper side, as the descent was very slanting as 
well as steep. He followed up his advice practically 
by the loan of an old trek tow, which I must confess 
to having subsequently appropriated. With its assist¬ 
ance and two rheim chains we reached the bottom 
in safety. In a similar position two days afterwards we 
were not so fortunate. By dint of screeching, and 
flogging the oxen, we had reached the top of a des¬ 
perate hill. The descent commenced almost imme¬ 
diately : the foreloper did not warn us in time to stop 
the wagon, and put on the drag, and lock the wheels; 
so down we went at a frightful pace. I, not liking 
the situation, threw myself on a big thorn-tree, which 
we were passing at full speed, and escaped with no 
further injury than the ruin of my shirt. I had just 
got clear of my not too comfortable bed, when I heard 
the wagon come to a sudden halt. I ran forward 
and beheld ten of the oxen round a tree, and one 
of the Kaffirs wringing his hands and dancing in a 
frantic manner, roaring out 4 mam mo mammi, mammi 
mammo,’ over the foreloper, who was on the ground 
covered with blood, and looking as wild as a hawk. 
What had happened to him I have never yet been 
able to understand. On closer examination, I found 
that the poor fellow’s skull was split on the left side, 
and it appeared as if the wagon had gone over his 
