beginning　of　the　summer　season；　when　the　grass　was　commencing　to　grow；
  from　the　Lydenburg　districtan　awful　journey　over　mountains　and　through
  flooded　rivers。　　After　many　delays；　some　of　them　months　long；　we　reached
  this　place；　about　eight　weeks　ago；　for　I　write　to　you　at　the　beginning
  of　June；　if　we　have　kept　correct　account　of　the　time；　of　which　I　am　not
  certain。
  〃It　is　a　beautiful　place　to　look　at；　a　flat　country　of　rich　veld；　with
  big　trees　growing　on　it；　and　about　two　miles　from　the　great　river　that
  is　called　the　Crocodile。　　Here；　finding　good　water；　my　father　and　Hernan
  Pereira；　who　now　rules　him　in　all　things；　determined　to　settle；　although
  some　of　the　others　wished　to　push　on　nearer　to　Delagoa　Bay。　　There　was　a
  great　quarrel　about　it；　but　in　the　end　my　father；　or　rather　Hernan；　had
  his　will；　as　the　oxen　were　worn　out　and　many　had　already　died　from　the
  bites　of　a　poisonous　fly　which　is　called　the　tsetse。　　So　we　lotted　out
  the　land；　of　which　there　is　enough　for　hundreds；　and　began　to　build　rude
  houses。
  〃Then　trouble　came　upon　us。　　The　Kaffirs　stole　most　of　our　horses；
  although　they　have　not　dared　to　attack　us；　and　except　two　belonging　to
  Hernan；　the　rest　died　of　the　sickness；　the　last　of　them　but　yesterday。
  The　oxen；　too；　have　all　died　of　the　tsetse　bites　or　other　illnesses。
  But　the　worst　is　that　although　this　country　looks　so　healthy；　it　is
  poisoned　with　fever；　which　comes　up；　I　think；　in　the　mists　from　the
  river。　　Already　out　of　the　thirty…five　of　us；　ten　are　dead；　two　men；
  three　women；　and　five　children；　while　more　are　sick。　　As　yet　my　father
  and　I　and　my　cousin　Pereira　have；　by　God's　mercy；　kept　quite　well；　but
  although　we　are　all　very　strong；　how　long　this　will　continue　I　cannot
  tell。　　Fortunately　we　have　plenty　of　ammunition　and　the　place　is　thick
  with　game；　so　that　those　of　the　men　who　remain　strong　can　kill　all　the
  food　we　want；　even　shooting　on　foot；　and　we　women　have　made　a　great
  quantity　of　biltong　by　salting　flesh　and　drying　it　in　the　sun。　　So　we
  shall　not　actually　starve　for　a　long　while；　even　if　the　game　goes　away。
  〃But；　dear　Allan；　unless　help　comes　to　us　I　think　that　we　shall　die
  every　one；　for　God　alone　knows　the　miseries　that　we　suffer　and　the
  horrible　sights　of　sickness　and　death　that　are　around　us。　　At　this
  moment　there　lies　by　me　a　little　girl　who　is　dying　of　fever。
  〃Oh；　Allan；　if　you　can　help　us；　do　so！　　Because　of　our　sick　it　is
  impossible　for　us　to　get　to　Delagoa　Bay；　and　if　we　did　we　have　no　money
  to　buy　anything　there；　for　all　that　we　had　with　us　was　lost　in　a　wagon
  in　a　flooded　river。　　It　was　a　great　sum；　for　it　included　Hernan's　rich
  fortune　which　he　brought　from　the　Cape　with　him　in　gold。　　Nor　can　we
  move　anywhere　else；　for　we　have　no　cattle　or　horses。　　We　have　sent　to
  Delagoa　Bay；　where　we　hear　these　are　to　be　had；　to　try　to　buy　them　on
  credit；　but　my　cousin　Hernan's　relations；　of　whom　he　used　to　talk　so
  much；　are　dead　or　gone　away；　and　no　one　will　trust　us。　　With　the
  neighbouring　Kaffirs；　too；　who　have　plenty　of　cattle；　we　have　quarrelled
  since；　unfortunately；　my　cousin　and　some　of　the　other　Boers　tried　to
  take　certain　beasts　of　theirs　without　payment。　　So　we　are　quite
  helpless；　and　can　only　wait　for　death。
  〃Allan；　my　father　says　that　he　asked　your　father　to　collect　some　monies
  that　were　owing　to　him。　　If　it　were　possible　for　you　or　other　friends　to
  come　to　Delagoa　in　a　ship　with　that　money；　I　think　that　it　might　serve
  to　buy　some　oxen；　enough　for　a　few　wagons。　　Then　perhaps　we　might　trek
  back　and　fall　in　with　a　party　of　Boers　who；　we　believe；　have　crossed　the
  Quathlamba　Mountains　into　Natal。　　Or　perhaps　we　might　get　to　the　Bay　and
  find　a　ship　to　take　us　anywhere　from　this　horrible　place。　　If　you　could
  come；　the　natives　would　guide　you　to　where　we　are。
  〃But　it　is　too　much　to　hope　that　you　will　come；　or　that　if　you　do　come
  you　will　find　us　still　alive。
  〃Allan；　my　dearest；　I　have　one　more　thing　to　say；　though　I　must　say　it
  shortly；　for　the　paper　is　nearly　finished。　　I　do　not　know；　supposing
  that　you　are　alive　and　well；　whether　you　still　care　for　me；　who　left　you
  so　long　agoit　seems　years　and　yearsbut　_my_　heart　is　where　it　was；
  and　where　I　promised　it　should　remain；　in　your　keeping。　　Of　course；
  Hernan　has　pressed　me　to　marry　him；　and　my　father　has　wished　it。　　But　I
  have　always　said　no；　and　now；　in　our　wretchedness；　there　is　no　more　talk
  of　marriage　at　present；　which　is　the　one　good　thing　that　has　happened　to
  me。　　And；　Allan；　before　so　very　long　I　shall　be　of　age；　if　I　live。
  Still　I　dare　say　you　no　longer　think　of　marriage　with　me；　who；　perhaps；
  are　already　married　to　someone　else；　especially　as　now　I　and　all　of　us
  are　no　better　than　wandering　beggars。　　Yet　I　have　thought　it　right　to
  tell　you　these　things；　which　you　may　like　to　know。
  〃Oh；　why　did　God　ever　put　it　into　my　father's　heart　to　leave　the　Cape
  Colony　just　because　he　hated　the　British　Government　and　Hernan　Pereira
  and　others　persuaded　him？　　I　know　not；　but；　poor　man；　he　is　sorry　enough
  now。　　It　is　pitiful　to　see　him；　at　times　I　think　that　he　is　going　mad。
  〃The　paper　is　done；　and　the　messenger　is　going；　also　the　sick　child　is
  dying　and　I　must　attend　to　her。　　Will　this　letter　ever　come　to　your
  hands；　I　wonder？　　I　am　sending　with　it　the　little　money　I　have　to　pay
  for　its　deliveryabout　four　pounds　English。　　If　not；　there　is　an　end。
  If　it　does；　and　you　cannot　come　or　send　others；　at　least　pray　for　us。　　I
  dream　of　you　by　night　and　think　of　you　by　day；　for　how　much　I　love　you　I
  cannot　tell。
  〃In　life　or　death　I　am
  〃Your　MARIE。〃
  Such　was　this　awful　letter。　　I　still　have　it；　it　lies　before　me；　those
  ragged　sheets　of　paper　covered　with　faint　pencil…writing　that　is　blotted
  here　and　there　with　tear　marks；　some　of　them　the　tears　of　Marie　who
  wrote；　some　of　them　the　tears　of　me　who　read。　　I　wonder　if　there　exists
  a　more　piteous　memorial　of　the　terrible　sufferings　of　the　trek…Boers；
  and　especially　of　such　of　them　as　forced　their　way　into　the　poisonous
  veld　around　Delagoa；　as　did　this　Marais　expedition　and　those　under　the
  command　of　Triechard。　　Better；　like　many　of　their　people；　to　have
  perished　at　once　by　the　spears　of　Umzilikazi　and　other　savages　than　to
  endure　these　lingering　tortures　of　fever　and　starvation。
  As　I　finished　reading　this　letter　my　father；　who　had　been　out　visiting
  some　of　his　Mission　Kaffirs；　entered　the　house；　and　I　went　into　the
  sitting…room　to　meet　him。
  〃Why；　Allan；　what　is　the　matter　with　you？〃　he　asked；　noting　my
  tear…stained　face。
  I　gave　him　the　letter；　for　I　could　not　speak；　and　with　difficulty　he
  deciphered　it。
  〃Merciful　God；　what　dreadful　news！〃　he　said　when　he　had　finished。
  〃Those　poor　people！　those　poor；　misguided　people！　　What　can　be　done　for
  them？〃
  〃I　know　one　thing　that　can　be　done；　father；　or　at　any　rate　can　be
  attempted。　　I　can　try　to　reach　them。〃
  〃Are　you　mad？〃　he　asked。　　〃How　is　it　possible　for　you；　one　man；　to　get
  to　Delagoa　Bay；　buy　cattle；　and　rescue　these　folk；　who　probably　are　now
  all　dead？〃
  〃The　first　two　things　are　possible　enough；　father。　　Some　ship　will　take
  me　to　the　Bay。　　You　have　Marais's　money；　and　I　have　that　five　hundred
  pounds　which　my　old　aunt　in　England　left　me　last　year。　　Thank　Heaven！
  owing　to　my　absence　on　commando；　it　still　lies　untouched　in　the　bank　at
  Port　Elizabeth。　　That　is　about　eight　hundred　pounds　in　all；　which　would
  buy　a　great　many　cattle　and　other　things。　　As　for　the　third；　it　is　not
  in　our　hands；　is　it？　　It　may　be　that　they　cannot　be　rescued；　it　may　be
  that　they　are　dead。　　I　can　only　go　to　see。〃
  〃But；　Allan；　Allan；　you　are　my　only　son；　and　if　you　go　it　is　probable
  that　I　shall　never　see　you　more。〃
  〃I　have　been　through　more　dangers　lately；　father；　and　am　still　alive　and
  well。　　Moreover；　if　Marie　is　dead〃I　paused；　then　went　on
  passionately〃Do　not　try　to　stop　me；　for　I　tell　you；　father；　I　will　not
  be　stopped。　　Think　of　the　words　in　that　letter　and　what　a　shameless
  hound　I　should　be　if　I　sat　here　quiet　while　Marie　is　dying　yonder。
  Would　you　have　done　so　if　Marie　had　been　my　mother？〃
  〃No；〃　answered　the　old　gentleman；　〃I　should　not。　　Go；　and　God　be　with
  you；　Allan；　and　me　also；　for　I　never　expect　to　see　you　again。〃　　And　he
  turned　his　head　aside　for　a　while。
  Then　we　went　into　matters。　　The　smous　was　summoned　and　asked　about　the
  ship　which　brought　the　letter　from　Delagoa。　　It　seemed　that　she　was　an
  English…owned　brig　known　as　the　Seven　Stars；　and　that　her　captain；　one
  Richardson；　proposed　to　sail　back　to　the　Bay　on　the　morrow；　that　was　the
  third　of　July；　or　in　other　words；　within　twenty…four　hours。
  Twenty…four　hours！　　And　Port　Elizabeth　was　one　hundred　and　eighteen
  miles　away；　and　the　Seven　Stars　might　leave　earlier　if　she　had　completed
  her　cargo　and　wind　and　weather　served。　　Moreover；　if　she　did　leave；　it
  might　be　weeks　or　months　before　any　other　ship　sailed　for　Delagoa　Bay；
  for　in　those　days；　o