A MACCATEESE KRAAL. 
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tance. He thought they were goats ; but when we 
came up they were only burnt stumps. Our coun¬ 
tenances fell; still we kept on rapidly and silently for 
about an hour, when suddenly Matakit said, 4 There’s 
a dog! ’ but, alas ! it was only a creature of his 
imagination. Still we had the footprints to go by, 
traceable enough after the heavy rain. At last his 
quick ear caught the sound of a voice, and this 
time he was not mistaken, and we soon came to a 
large Maccateese kraal, but so hidden among the 
rocks that you might easily pass without seeing a 
human being; and the glimpse I got of a little 
child gave me, I don’t scruple to say, the greatest 
delight I ever in my life experienced, as I had not 
heard the Kaffir’s call, and thought it only existed 
in poor Matakit’s brain. Matakit testified the most 
unfeigned delight, talking so fast and thick that the 
Kaffirs could not understand a word. We found 
that we were about four hours’ hard walking on 
foot from the wagons. 
It is, verily, the queerest place I ever saw in my 
life, just as Walter Scott describes Ben Venue ; and 
every overhanging klip or fissure in a rock gave 
shelter to a lot of goats. I was kindly treated by 
the Kaffirs, who gave me a hut, and brought me lots 
of green leaves to lie on, and gave me some boiled 
corn; and we got back to the wagons about mid¬ 
day. Impugan was exceedingly angry, and said 
I must always come to him in future, and he would 
send men with me. I got a good fright, and never 
