As it was a Sunday, there was not much fear of our meeting any Boers, as the latter were always engaged that day in psalm-singing and devotions.

We cantered gaily along, passing many Kaffir huts, outside of which were grouped wondering natives, in their Sunday best.

These kept up a lively conversation with our guide as long as we remained within earshot.

I was always impressed with the freemasonry that existed in that country among the blacks.

Everywhere they found acquaintances, and very often relations.