has been the case,--in pride at the possession of a little cabbage garden, I have been apt to wax wroth and to swear that I was my own master;--but a Kafir missionary school, to which some earnest Christian man, with probably an earnest Christian wife, devotes a life in the hope of making fresh water flow through the dry wilderness, has claims, however painful they may be at the moment. This gentleman had come into Fort Beaufort on purpose to catch me. And as he was very eloquent, and as I did feel a certain duty, I allowed myself to be led away by him. I fear that I went ungraciously, and I know that I went unwillingly. It was just four o’clock and, having had no luncheon, I wanted my dinner. I had already established myself in a very neat little sitting-room in the Inn, and had taken off my boots. I was tired and dusty, and was about to wash myself. I had been on the road all day, and the bedroom offered to me looked sweet and clean;--and there was a pretty young lady at the Inn who had given me a cup of tea to support me till dinner should be ready. I was anxious also about the Catsberg Mountain, which under the minister’s guidance I should lose, at any rate for the present. I spoke to the minister of my dinner;--but he assured me that an hour would take me out to his place at Healdtown. He clearly thought,--and clearly said,--that it was my duty to go, and I acceded. He promised to convey me to the establishment in an hour,--but it was two hours and a half before we were there. He allured me by speaking of the beauty of the road,--but it was pitch dark all the way. It was eight o’clock before my wants were supplied, and by that time I hated Kafir children thoroughly.