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hands, and should be assisted in setting on foot a 
system of temporary immigration. 
At 10.45 a.m. we resumed our march. The 
fiery sun had sublimated black clouds, the north¬ 
east quarter looked ugly, and I wished to be 
housed before the storm burst. The coast ap¬ 
peared populous ; we met many bushmen, who 
were perfectly civil, and showed no fear, although 
some of them had probably never seen a white 
face. All were armed with muskets, and carried 
the usual hunting talismans, horns and iron or 
brass bells, hanging from the neck before and 
behind. We crossed four sweet-water brooks, 
which, draining the high banks, flowed fast and 
clear down cuts of loose, stratified sand, some¬ 
times five feet deep : the mouths opened to the 
north-west, owing to the set of the current from 
the south-west, part of the great Atlantic circula¬ 
tion running from the Antarctic to the equator. 
Those which are not bridged with fallen trees 
must be swum during the rains, as the water is 
often waist-deep. Many streamlets, shown by 
their feathery fringes of bright green palm, run 
along the shore before finding an outlet; they are 
excellent bathing places, where the salt water can 
be washed off the skin. The sea is delightfully 
tepid, but it is not without risk,—it becomes deep 
within biscuit-toss, there is a strong under-tow, 
and occasionally an ugly triangular fin may be 
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