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Seven Years in South Africa.
swallows that came back from their day’s flight across the boundless plains.
NIGHT JOURNEY.
Crossing the Harts River on the 9th, we found it so swollen by the rain that the transit was somewhat dangerous, but we arrived safely at Mamusa on the next day, and at Houmansvley on the day after. Mr. Houman, the resident proprietor, gave me a courteous welcome, and I stayed with him until the 14th, when I continued my way south, till I came to Hallwater Farm, where there were a good many Korannas.
The nearer I approached the diamond-fields, the more disheartened and out of spirits I felt. I had
