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of wine, and finally lodged in the upper lear-boom of 
the wagon. The kaross is badly burned with the 
powder. The wonder to me is that the rifle did not 
burst, as it was lying on the bed, and the muzzle 
must have been blocked up with blankets. 
To-day we had a difference of opinion as to the 
road to take; my Hottentots all wanted to go 
towards the Lake, but the Kaffirs were frightened to 
death at the thoughts of going to Mosilikatse. 
Incomo has gone back again, and has given me 
his heifer for some beads and copper; he has been a 
real good Kaffir to me, and I paid him well. 
I took the middle line bearing towards Sebituane’s, 
or rather Sekeletu’s; the Hottentots sulked consider¬ 
ably, but made no decided objection. I hear another 
commando of Mosilikatse’s is coming in in the direc¬ 
tion I am now going. I would rather not meet them, 
though I do not think they would molest me, but all 
my people would bolt. The horses that are left are 
fresh and well; game is very scarce ; lots of rain has 
fallen, there is plenty of water, and the grass still 
green, plentiful, and nutritious. The oxen are in 
good working order, pull together admirably, and 
stick at nothing. 
12 th [Sunday). — The poor oxen have had a very 
hard time of it the last ten days, through heavy 
sand and bush, without any running water; the 
little water we have been able to get for them has 
been ladled out of wells and poured into limestone 
basins ; and on one occasion we had to draw every 
