daylight, posting our letters, etc. No one stopped us or spoke to us,
and we retired to our encampment, thanking God that He had kept us
through this critical moment. Some days later, we approached a charming
spot, within three hours of Pretoria, near a clear stream, surrounded
with lovely trees and flowers; we took the Communion together,
strengthening each other for the future. Monday, at nine o'clock, we
reached Pretoria. We were looked at with curiosity; they read our names
on the sides of my waggon, they seemed surprised, and held discussions
among themselves; the Field Cornet himself saw us pass, they told me
sometime later. But we passed through the town without opposition.

"We continued our way to the north-east full of thankfulness, saying to
each other that after all the Government of the Transvaal was not so
ill-disposed towards us. Our oxen continued to walk with sturdy steps;
we had not yet lost one, although the cattle plague was prevalent at the
time. Wednesday, at four o'clock in the evening, we left the house of an
English merchant, with whom we had passed a little time, and who had
placed at our disposal everything which we needed. Towards eight
o'clock, by a splendid moonlight, I was walking in front of my waggon
with Asser (one of the native missionaries), seeking a suitable place
where we could pass the night, when two horsemen galloped up, and
drawing bridle, brusquely asked for my papers, and seeing that I had not
the papers that they desired, ordered us to turn round and go back to
Pretoria. One of these men was the Sheriff, who showed me a warrant for
my arrest, and putting his hand on my shoulder, declared me to be his
prisoner. This, I may say in passing, made little impression on me. We
retraced our steps, always believing that when we had paid some duty
exacted for our luggage and our goods, we should be allowed to go in
peace. Towards midnight they permitted us to unharness near a farm. The
next morning these gentlemen searched all through the waggon of the