I shall make for Natal, of course, with as much as I can save out of the wreck-- that is, as much as the enemy will let me carry off.

Perhaps, though, that will be nothing; and I must be content with getting away with our lives, for I hear that the blacks are getting uneasy, as if they smelt blood; and Heaven knows what may happen if they break out, for the white man is their natural enemy in their eyes, and, friends now, they may be our foes to-morrow.
"God bless and protect you, my boy! Aunt Jenny's dear love to you, and she is going to help me to hold Bob in, for the young dog is mad to come after you.
"Your father, in the dear old home he is about to quit, perhaps for ever.
"John Moray.
"_PS_:--Good news, my boy.

Joeboy has just come back, in full fighting fig.

He will bring this, and some provision for a day or two.

I feel sure you may trust him.