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me back to Nungela’s, who was very gracious, and 
offered to kill a beast in return for a bottle of grog. 
We stayed out nearly the whole night trying for a 
sea-cow, but the wind was so capricious that we never 
'Could get near them; and at last they made off, 
followed at a killing pace by Joubert, two Kaffirs, 
and myself. I strained every nerve, more to beat a 
Kaffir, who was flying along with a blanket fastened 
round his neck, streaming behind him, than with any 
hope of coming up with the sea-cows, who were tear¬ 
ing along ahead at a fierce pace. I was first up, 
but the sea-cows had gained the long grass, and we 
saw no more of them. 
June 3rd .— I went to church, and saw such a 
medley as I should have thought mortal would never 
have the chance of seeing. The side walls were 
built of mud, and, with the help of wooden posts, 
supported a zinc roof. To windward, the walls had 
fallen in, leaving the building airy and open. From 
the beams hung Kaffir ropes, the tent and sides of a 
wagon, loads of mealies, old saddles, yokes, skeys, 
neckstraps, and all apparatus for wagoning, old hats 
and bridles, and part of a splendid tiger-skin. In 
the midst of all this and ten times more, rose a 
pulpit, the cushions and hangings of which bore 
marks of a great deal of service; and in the pulpit a 
tall, bushy whiskered Norwegian missionary, in a 
black coat buttoned to the throat and reaching to 
the heels, with spectacles of course, held forth. About 
thirty Kaffirs, men and women, squatted on a mat on 
