Thus accompanied, he continued his journey towards the east, until his
progress was stopped by the Dove’s River, upon the banks of which he
determined to encamp until the decrease of its waters should render
it fordable. His mode of life, which the hospitable invitations of
the neighbouring colonists, to whom the sight of a stranger was like a
spring in the desert, were not suffered to interrupt, was exceedingly
agreeable. “I regulated,” says he, “the employment of my time, which
was usually spent in the following manner:--At night, when not
travelling, I slept in my wagon or in my tent; awakened by the break
of day by my cock, my first business was to prepare my coffee, while
the Hottentots, on their part, were busied about the cattle. As soon
as the sun appeared I took my fowlingpiece, and, setting out with my
monkey, beat about the neighbourhood until ten o’clock. On returning to
my tent, I always found it well swept and clean. The superintendence
of this part of my economy had been confided to the care of an old
African whose name was Swanspoel, who, not being able to follow us
in our rambles, was intrusted with the government of the camp, and
invariably maintained it in good order. The furniture of my tent was
not very abundant; a camp-stool or two, a table appropriated to the
dissection of my animals, and a few instruments required in their
preparation constituted the whole of its ornaments. From ten o’clock
until twelve I was employed in my tents, classing in my drawers the
insects I had found. I then dined. Placing upon my knees a small board
covered with a napkin, a single dish of roasted or broiled meat was
served up. After this frugal meal I returned to my work, if I had left
any thing unfinished, and then amused myself with hunting until sunset.
I then retired to my tent, lighted a candle, and spent an hour or two
in describing my discoveries or the events of the day in my journal.
Meanwhile, the Hottentots were employed in collecting the cattle, and
penning them around the tents and wagons. The she-goats, as soon as
they had been milked, lay down here and there among the dogs. Business
being over, and the customary great fire kindled, we gathered together
in a circle. I then took my tea; my people joyously smoked their
pipes, and for my amusement related stories, the humorous absurdity
of which almost made me crack my sides with laughter. I delighted to
encourage them, and they were by no means timid with me, as I was
careful to treat them with frankness, cordiality, and attention. On
many occasions, in fact, when the beauty of the evening succeeding the
fatigues of the day had put me in good-humour with myself and with
every thing about me, I involuntarily yielded to the spell, and gently
cherished the illusion. At such moments every one disputed with his
neighbour for the honour of amusing me by his superior wit; and by the
profound silence which reigned among us, the able story-teller might
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