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sixty, and you seldom see her without a short, black 
pipe in her mouth. She wears ear-rings, necklace, 
and armlets, and the gaudiest-coloured shawl and 
handkerchief. She is of a yellowish copper colour; 
her breast as flat as a deal board, and, altogether, 
about as plain, not to say downright ugly, as nature 
could possibly make her ; but, with all these perfec¬ 
tions, she has, in common with all her race, the most 
perfect, delicately-formed, and smallest hands and feet 
in the world. This description is not one whit over¬ 
drawn ; in fact, I have not done half justice to her 
eyes. I believe she can see as far as anyone, though 
I will defy anyone to tell what she sees with, as her 
eyes are only just discernible—not a sign of a brow or 
lash near them,—slightly bloodshot and watery from 
exposure to the fierce sun. She would quite charm 
the heart of a lady friend of mine at first sight, and 
she need not be under the least alarm of taking any 
number of such into her service. Though she had 
twice the number of growing lads, I would willingly 
go bail for the morality of all. 
24 th .—What we have gone through the last two 
days entirely beggars all description. On Tuesday 
night we found the vley, where we fully expected 
water, dried up, and not one drop to cool our parched 
mouths, though we had walked all day under a broil¬ 
ing sun. The Kaffirs had all their bladders and cala¬ 
bashes full of fat, which they prize greatly, and will 
drag along with them through every difficulty. In- 
spanned two hours before sunrise, not expecting 
