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got on well for three days, when I lost the way and 
got under the Bamangwato Hills, the roughest and 
thickest bush a wagon ever encountered. I was con¬ 
gratulating myself that we should come to Letloche 
next day, where I should get into a beaten path, 
and the worst of my difficulties would be over, when 
at last the tent of my wagon was carried bodily away 
with a crash, horridly grating to my ears. Guns, 
telescope, oil-flask, ostrich feathers, and a variety of 
things made fast thereon, went with it, and the two 
sails, torn from top to bottom. I could no longer 
steer the wagon, and the oxen were dead beaten ; 
that night, when I had no protection, of course it 
rained in torrents, and we had most violent thunder¬ 
storms, the first we have had for ten months. While 
treking across an extensive open plain by moonlight, 
I found an ostrich nest with fifteen eggs, which we 
bagged at once. About twelve the following day I 
reached Letloche, where I spent two days repairing 
damages, and I hope to reach the Bamangwato 
State (Sicomo’s) early to-morrow. 
Waddington and Aldersley, two Englishmen, 
joined me here, greatly to my astonishment; they 
had chartered a vessel from the Cape to Angra 
Peguina, on the west coast, in February last, and 
had worked their way up to the Lake, through 
Great Namaqua and Damara lands, and are now on 
their way back to the Cape. A pretty good round 
they will have had of it. We sat up all last night 
relating our different adventures, though three 
