From Musemanyana to Moshaneng.
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under the last spur of Malau’s heights, we were relieved by the springing up of a cool breeze, which seemed to prognosticate rain. Our anticipations in this matter were not disappointed, and, before we had toiled on much farther, a refreshing shower came down, allowing us to fill all our vessels, and the bullocks to quench their thirst.
COLLECTING RAIN-WATER.
It had been my intention to push on so as to reach Moshaneng that day; but, coming to a valley where the pools were full of rainwater, and which looked very pleasantly sheltered, we were induced to stay there for the night, although it was about four miles short of the town.
