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myself on board the little vessel that took me away, and I felt at last able to sleep in complete security. I had indeed to be thankful that all ended so well. I did not lose one of my many men either through violence or sickness during the long and harassing journey. It was undertaken with servants who at starting were found to be anything but qualified for their work, who grumbled, held back, and even mutinied, and over whom I had none other than a moral control. The very cattle that were to carry me had to be broken in, and I had to call into service

an indolent and cruel set of natives speaking an unknown tongue. The country was suffering the atrocities of savage warfare when I arrived-tribe against tribe and race against race-which had to be stopped before I could proceed. I had no food to depend on except the cattle I drove with Inc, which might any night decamp or be swept off fly raic1. ` hat <all this w;'4 gone thrf)tiglt stic'cessfully I am indebted in the highest degree both to Andersson and Hans, to whom I have had to make, too scant reference here for want of space.

Andersson remained behind to investigate the natural history of the countries we had opened out, and wrote histories of his journeys and observations. He ultimately died in Damara land. Hans found his way to the gold diggings of Australia, but with the exception of one letter that he sent me before starting I lost all communication with him, to my very great regret. He must have met with mischance. I reached England exactly two years after leaving it, that is on April 5, 1852, more than fifty-six years ago.