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the Cape on a wedding-tour ; but as the wagons were 
going different ways, and drivers wbll not keep the 
oxen standing in the yoke and in the sun longer than 
can be avoided, very little time was allowed for ex¬ 
changing news. Alington, however, got a handsome 
supply of tobacco from Mr. Thompson, which was 
almost worth its weight in gold to him. They were 
on their way to the Great Lake, and from thence to 
Walvish Bay. I had unfortunately gone out hunting 
early, and the only one of the party whom I saw was 
Dr. Holden, a Lancashire man, from Burnley. 
What his object is I do not know ; he has two 
wffiite servant-men, and travels with every comfort. 
It is his intention to reach the Zambesi, if possible, 
and then trek down and join Moffat in Mosilikatse’s 
country. He will find his journey a difficult one ; he 
appears to be but little of a sportsman, and a know¬ 
ledge of horseflesh and oxflesh, especially the latter, is 
indispensable to success in an arduous undertaking 
such as the one he proposes. We spent a very 
pleasant evening together yesterday, and look for¬ 
ward to doing the same this evening. At daylight 
to-morrow I must again inspan, and say good-bye, 
never to meet again, in all probability. 
12th. — Bachukuru .—We are well over a good 
120 miles of our journey, having been highly 
favoured by moonlight nights, and, since leaving the 
river, cool evenings and mornings, and we cannot be 
too thankful for having seen the last of the mos¬ 
quitoes. We reached the first water at Nekohotsa, 
