turned into large shrubs; also immense arid, rugged hills rising up suddenly, and the negroes wearing a kind of sugar-loaf hat, driving sometimes eighteen or twenty oxen, in long, low waggons. Then, we went to Constantia to pick out our wine; and found such a flourishing, rich Dutch Boor, with a large whip in his hand, with which he evidently beats to death many of E M’s vagrants. Poor things! The governor here is upon the frontier arguing with the Caffres.
We sail again in a few days, and I find there is an opportunity to send letters by the ‘Liverpool’ in three days, so I must finish this and write others. There must be an interval of four or five months before you hear more of us, after you get this; but remember, for two whole months we shall be on the sea, and then in Christian charity you will write.
Tell me how much my letters bore you. I know they must be very tiresome, but how tiresome are they? Write to me about every little thing: nothing can be too little. I have no time to read this over, and could not if I had. I think by the time this gets to England, you will be returning there. I cannot get used
